Best Swindlers Poems
QUESTIONS OF BALANCE: A JEREMIAD
Why is it at 70 politicians are still underage
To assume political offices
And at 30 youths are overage to begin a professional career?
What divine strength hath a leader at 75
When a mandatory retirement awaits civil servants at 65?
Why should the government empowers the youths with $75 in 2 years
And expects them all to have own businesses
But civil servants who earn over $300 per month in 30 years
Are finding it difficult to own a garden or a store?
How is it our politicians could expend billions
To defect, campaign and give kickbacks
But would wait until the World Bank borrows them some millions
To provide a borewell drinking water?
How can they say the national treasury has collapsed to employment
Yet billions are looted and millions wasted on foreign fantasies?
Why should the achievement of our political endorsement
Be signed to MOUs as though we lack understanding?
Why should our lawmakers make laws that hound the masses
And not against their own chronic excesses and excuses?
Why should the wealthy politician vote a project for the poor
Assigned the execution of the project to himself and loot the funds?
Why do our lawmakers never make laws to free the masses
From poverty and political swindlers?
Why should the agency that fights corruption be corrupt?
Why should gluttons preside over the meager meals of the masses?
Why should the leader not serve today and the servant lead tomorrow?
Why should professional bandits be our bankers?
Why should 5% of public servants consume 60% of the nation’s wealth?
Why should a politician be a party leader, counsellor, chairman, governor, senator… still desperate to lead
And all behind his trails are poverty and anguish?
Why should a politician with obscene wealth hidden somewhere
Tell his people that their poverty and problem is Hausa, Igbo, Christian, Muslim, APC, PDP…?
And why is our nation over-laboured by multiplets of cultural, social
Political, religious questions awaiting caesarean responses?
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind!
Damaging winds whip and slash, whirling wild, drenching rain,
Roads decimated come to standstill, as gushing floods reign,
Inundating swollen terrains, roiling deluge of a tenebrous day,
As trees bowing to gusting storms; erratically waltz and sway.
Houses naked with roofs blown, now ache, mangled and worn,
Where loss of life, in makeshift shelter, neighbors sadly mourn;
Sharing stories of a sudden event, rushing through the town,
Disheartened life, since torn-down, anguishing in wistful frown.
Danger lurks, where flood waters submerge fallen power lines,
As rivers and tributaries of muddy-flows, float uprooted vines,
What once was a harmonic rhythm, now perturbs pulse of life,
Dawn that rose on a lambent arc, now shudders in sullen strife.
People stranded, anxious for rescue, assess the damage done,
Cars are destroyed, fires are burning, recovery has just begun;
Sirens blaring of dire emergencies, are chasing to plug gas-leaks,
Searching for victims of drowning, scouting the rivers and creeks.
Swindlers are hovering, ripping-off elderly, exacting heavy price,
Hit by the tragedy first, then by the cruelty of defrauding vice;
Some now blame callous humanity, some name it~ an act of fate,
Mired in untold challenges, as remnants-torrent start to abate.
If Lance Armstrong isn’t King of Cheaters
He’s most certainly on the royal court
No soul to sell, that former world-beater
Poster boy for putting self before sport
The town’s old sheriff, asleep at the wheel
Cheaters get a tiny slap on the hand
Much more than laurels the swindlers do steal:
People’s respect for all sports in the land
Now think of a world record that’s been set
Or a gold medal won, do you figure--
When was the last time you were confident
Physiology hadn’t been jiggered?
I say throw cheaters out for evermore
For how else will people ever believe
That sport’s integrity has been restored
And the whole world is not being deceived?
The human potential, heart, and effort
The only measure, else there is no sport.
3/26/16
Or do you not know that the unrighteous will not inherit the kingdom of God?
Do not be deceived: neither the sexually immoral, nor idolaters, nor adulterers,
nor men who practice homosexuality, nor thieves, nor the greedy, nor drunkards,
nor revilers, nor swindlers will inherit the kingdom of God. Who is left?
We are all subjects of mankind—
so let’s be kind and let us be by love defined—I Am Anaya
All Around The World
So why is it they can’t just see that: Differences shouldn’t be hated
Popes change dogma continually, Leviticus Bible verse should be updated
The revelation comes too late, and yes, it is belated
Unrighteous we are, why torment gay men and women, everyone’s unclean
and so you have it, anything else is contrary to sound doctrine,
In a sense, if you look about at the lout, ordinary men are just as obscene
Heterosexuals have shown us just how perverted they too can be
Easy to be lured into a night of dishonorable passions, a themed orgy
Unashamed, receive you will a due penalty, and remember the trilogy
Too many homosexuals living all around the world today
We know the facts, it is hard to come out, and no one chooses to be gay,
Some find out at age ten, he made no choice, never has it worked that way
To have a hatred so strong isn’t natural, it seems its rather what you seek
What makes any sense at all is that being different doesn’t make you week
What labels a freak, but God made us misguided, different, and meek
A mother knows her son is gay
She watched that he had grown up in his flamboyant way
Not a random whim conjured up one day
A heterosexual’s testimony is clear:
A teacher’s council and kind patience bolstered Rob’s resolve
To overcome youthful woes and nightmarish troubles solve
His humanity may have saved Rob’s life. His memory he holds dear
But whenever the name Mister James arose
Other kids just called him q****
Whatever kind of group it is you’re in
Just because they are different from you, but both same to sin
No one here will win or lose, all will end. And if so be it, once more begin.
Brainwashed to think you’re free
By men who think they know
They lead you on and you follow
While all you are is a devotee
They think of you as a sheep in a flock
While you follow on and hand your head
You help them and their lies you spread
While you’re no more than breeding stock
They feed you myths and stupid lies
And you believe whatever they say
You’d believe them every day
Even if they preach that a pig flies
If you ever have any doubts
About something that they proclaim
They’d say you lost your faith and aim
And that the devil through you shouts
The only freedom you possess
Is not in the life you so far led
It is all there in your head
It’s what they ask you to repress
You were given a mind to use
Not so that you’d follow blind
But so that the truth you find
And you escape their evil ruse
A human’s truth is his alone
For no two men are just the same
They may share common blood and name
But their mind is their sacred zone
When you surrender your reason
To these men of greed and lust
You’ve condemned your mind to rust
Against yourself, that’s high treason
So wake up man and get your life back
You only have one, don’t give it away
There is no price you have to pay
To these swindlers in white or black
God Almighty, Jehovah, Brahman, Adonai, Allah
Lord of the Worlds
Oh, God Almighty,
Indeed you are the power over my mind,
the light in my eyes,
the Guide to the good of what I hear,
the humility of my heart,
and
the compassion in my hands.
Save me from the torment of greed,
the glut of selfishness,
the insight of the wicked,
the numbness of the swindlers,,
the plight of the ungrateful,
and let PEACEFUL be my world
© Al Juman The "said" Poet 4/4/2018
And memories still linger
memories of choruses of swindlers
singing melodies
in criminally inclined rhapsodies
minimally inspired to stop the crime
i floundered, yes i fumbled
and practically watched them
making off with time
mostly mine, some of it pilfered
some of it taken straight up
i've been set up in various stitch ups
people of different shades and sizes
setting me up and leaving
i was hung out to dry
left wondering why, but still survived
i will have to cut my loss
write it off as noncollectable debt
patch up the holes in my pockets
and find ways to move on
if you are hearing this
please feel free to comment
i'm just getting started
on a whole new process
And memories linger also, of fingers
strumming tunes on borrowed guitars
broken strings, missing fingers
hidden figures dancing
in the background of a beautiful mind
i have an eye for these things
i see the world in pictures
heads bobbing back and forth
and there, an orchestra of fiddlers
i heard you when you called
I have stared at the shadows of singers
compared notes and nodded
at the silhouettes of the happy people
lost in concert
nodding heads to the beating
of an invisible drum
fusion of rhythm and rhyme
and the passage of time
And all the sounds from different tribes
haunting the ragged edge of sleep
nightmares staking out
on the street corners of my nights
in affluence
offering different kinds of influence
in dreams we forged an impossible confluence
and memories will linger
of ditties sung beautifully in my absence
i'm taking leave of abstinence
We need new sheriffs whom will uphold law properly
taking these monkey's into account for their corrupt action
and addressing facts on these cowboy's
that are held by public opinion as gangsters in uniform
Lawbreakers bring them down a peg or two and show them inside a cell
this is how the taxpayers look at swindlers and thief's under state assets
rather than shoot them down reward incorrectly in a big pay day
with bonuses and pensions into the bargain
robbing our hard earned money blind drunken greed
Even when they are totally shamed through their disgraced deeds caught out highlighted being honest it's a cowboy outfit force
that needs to clean up it's act to gain respect
for one this shows lack of respect where justice is not upheld
in showing favour to these criminals whom there sits enough proof
to throw the book at them correctly it should be dealt with
pride is a wicked place to hide when secrets are out
Lost in New York
Brechtian
city of Mahogonny
within the city of jungles
we make our way
The gilded city of Gotham
Sketched forests of the mind
Find solace under subterranean
Metal cells of human life
Thundering rattling cages
Scream through iron rails
Bring endless numbers to destinations unknown
Like the heart pumps the blood through its Veins
White washed city that I loved
Of broken dreams with histories wiped clear
Machines of structures that
Feed the beast of time
Distilled gentrified to non existence
What filth lies concealed within its shadows?
Speak truth to power Speak it loud
Speak it clear and let the voices hear
My beloved city in the city that I loved
Hope dies slow upon its wounded ears
Bankster's in pinstripes Swindlers and thieves
That guards their treasure chests
Behind the smiling faces a parody of jests
Where gates are well guarded for their interest stakes
Once a thriving town of manufacturing and workers
Where coal became diamonds amidst the waving grass
Now lies barren to a feudal class
A tale of two cities in the city that I loved
Fresh meat of an underclass to feed the paper tigers
From their ivory towers
Take the A train and see it plain
Forget the past and future dreams
Look into the eyes of listless streams of Passers going by
Walk the halls of public schools
The collateral damage of our times
Bureaucratic mobsters defend their nich
Through facades of rancid smiles
and fear that keep The rabble at bay
as they talk of being one in the city that I loved
But don’t despair there are hero’s
The ones who work the day and give without a say
As we pass dark times I believe we will win our
Spirit once again and our beloved city will shine
Like a beacon on a shining hill
in the city that I loved
Standing in line, I saw you over there.
Purchasing your ticket to the "Lust County Fair."
Your lips were locking at the County kissing booth..
Looking more like "exchanging of the tongues" than just a smooch.
On the ferris wheel, your hands where all over her.
You could be "her father" you old ugly buzzard.
In the "petting farm", I see your fittin' right in..
Amongst the other swines and swindlers bathing in their sins.
I hope you feel justified with your so-called young date.
I would not give you the time of day even with a "mail in rebate!"
You came over, pounding and kicking away at my door.
Seething with anger, no rain checks this time bud; it's over!
Others oft get impressions of us by the way
We use facial expressions to feelings convey.
Most important of these to attract and beguile
Is the easy, reliable, versatile smile.
There are smiles that are sheepish or silly or sly
Or are knowing or fiendish or roguish or wry.
With our smiles we calm children and lessen their fear;
And we flash them if something is witty we hear.
People smile to emotions or motives disguise,
And they smile when they greet and old friends recognize.
There are wholehearted smiles that add sparkle to eyes,
And we glow when awarded an honor or prize.
Smiles despair can expel and extinguish a feud.
They rejoice and encourage and brighten one's mood,
When you're nervous, a smile can the tension relieve,
But both swindlers and traitors use smiles to deceive.
Smiles can hide our discomfort or foes irritate,
While a smile at the wrong time can troubles create.
And though smiles can disarm and befriend, as a rule,
One who always is smiling may look like a fool.
Smiles are signs we forgive and that we understand,
And we beam when a scheme goes exactly as planned.
Smiles are worn by performers when taking a bow,
And because this finished, I'm smiling right now.
Today I met a woman of one hundred and one years
All her faculties in full cooperation
And while hypnotized by her discernment
What in hindsight was most likely a fleeting thought
Is now a conceivable notion
A true encounter with the aging
Is one rarely forgotten
Consider this exchange the cliff notes to a world education
Free of charge
She speaks direct
Her thoughts, fluent and uninhibited
Every message delivered in concise no nonsense tones
There is nothing to be confused or misconstrued
Truth trumps all in the era from which she hails
She speaks only of what is known from experience
And the passion in her recollection tells me there is nothing embellished
Her wisdom is astounding
Never has a one way conversation seemed so riveting
But I cling to her every word
As though my life hangs in the balance
Awe stricken by her penetrating delivery
She is a well traveled almanac
A complimentary set of unopened encyclopedias
She has bore witness to things I have only studied in text
Indeed she wears her years on her face
Her walk is a slow and deliberate pace
She may even force you to put on hold your impatience
Due to brittle bones or any number of other ailments she may own
Any number of things unforeseen that one day find us all
And with hair that’s as gray and firm as steel wool
Do not see her for a fool
Because while fools may chatter
The wise will surmise,
Such rare constitutions greatly matter
And they are vital to the evolution of us all
They are too often shunned
Frequently preyed upon
Relished as choice game for the swindlers
But let us never forget
Let us always remember
These crucial ties must never be severed
To access these vaults you need only pull the lever
And there you shall find what takes little to no time
To discover what is truly the most splendid hidden treasure
Copyright©2013 by Daryl R. Gaines. All rights reserved
I thought Pedro was playing a joke,
lying so still out there in the dewy grass,
just outside of Mr. Anderson rusty red barn, as if he'd croaked.
Hopping closer, careful not to raise suspicion about my upright posture,
I noticed Pedro's furry chest barely moving,
the whiskers 'round his nose barely quivering,
and instantly sweat ran down the black streak of my back.
I'll have to reveal my special skill to save this darn cat!
I've seen it done in movies, in plays, even in books!
By ladies in dresses in June,
And swindlers in bars among loons,
But never, never by a 'coon!
So up I hoisted my poor fallen friend
And sauntered to the back door of Mr. Anderson's den.
Though looking around
No one was to be found.
So I laid Pedro on the couch and called 911.
If we could delight in everyone with kindness
Our world will be peaceful, never alienating
The ideals and hopes of women, children,
As the freedom of life is a man’s birthright :
Yet, swindlers deceive people who seek
A better tomorrow which is fair, dignified
Respecting not their value of equal opportunity…
But greed malice leaves hopeful dreamers
Sinking in the fissure of broken nights,
Traded like cattle, reduced as slaves, lowly brides
While human trafficking lurks unresolved
A barter, a cruel deal of society’s infraction:
Though I join lobbying for deprived citizens,
Grease of billion dollars hide this ruthless transgression
Why? Why? For bribery offered is intoxicating, enticing,
At the expense of God’s daughters and captive sons.
John Hamilton’s Social Injustice Contest
Written 4/11/2018
It barely vanquishes my quenchless spirit of inquiry.
To what exactly reason have I sledded so wildly?
Boasters and swindlers sprang up a treaty vigorously.
People are queuing to sway slated on a promontory.
It's plodding to incite thugs by misleading people.
Your genuine assertion is both witless and guileful.
By discerning purport, you may be pioneering.
As though a doleful mistrust was typically unfurling.
Why is it crucial to recur an idyllic shade?
It's time to hoard the dart and glittering blade.
Valorous braves are slogging toward the staid.
Everlasting zest is not a squib and never fades.
Yet we must swither in waging truth and moral virtue.
Truth and equity can't alter insight on specific bestow.
Written: December 24, 2021