Best Traps Poems
Best be those who mind their tees and traps
for a green man lurks in the swamps
wanting to win over the lives of the tramps
mucking their way to rev up the amps.
Life costs plenty true and to be sure
so a pot of gold is good as green’s grass
to dampen the drizzle and tender a lure
for a game a golf will tempt any lad or lass.
But be wary for the trick is to know
On which end the rainbows pot will fall
One good trap will sink you like a blow
While fair sailing makes you feel very tall.
The truth is, oh lad and lasses, traps be quick
And traps be full, they hide and bely
Every hubris act that gabs it on thick
causes elf to ensure your success is but a lie.
Tourist traps
Can a plonker should a plonker,
love a San-Goanna stonker,
not unless he’s bloody bonkers
coming is de crazy cats in white,
see crazy San-Goannas running,
sucking birds eggs, an out a hunting ,
Kookaburra eating snakes humming,
Ha, ha. ha, ha, sweet delight…
Mr tourist, watchem watchem,
Keep the eyeball sharp insight,
Funnel web, dodge and sidestep,
Death is coming with his bite
Watchem mr death by adder,
Step on him will fang ya badder,
Piddle from the bloody bladder,
Hysterectomy of fright,
Mr Death do say goodnight…
Don Johnson
no bities are getting ironed out by Aussies, some are protected like brown snakes, Brisbane still has Brown snakes and Kangaroos, though they are rare here...Funnell web spider is found in the Toowoomba mountain area and in Sydney suburbs sometimes....watch out for trapdoor web over an inch or bigger hole in ground....
In the field behind us, mice run a race.
Two blazed a path to our deck, face to face.
I got some new traps
with sticky-tight flaps.
Now what do I do? as eyes beg for grace.
July 30, 2019
Too sensitive will make life hard
Too ignorant will make life meaningless
Our five gifted senses
Do sense life and its essences
Because we're sensitive and we care
Sensitivity will bring us
Truth and justice
Prevention and salvation
Avoidance of errors, dangers and traps
A better life
A better ideology
A better affection and love
Lastly
A better world to live
For the next generation
Whom we love and care
I have a story to tell
Where survival and pain
Literally broke the veil.
It took years to see
The truth of my abuse
And the memories of my hurt
Has given me my muse.
I fell into men that craved control.
I knew one day I would get rest
For my weary soul.
Physical pain was a common norm
And my abusers have released my storm.
I take no orders.
My boundaries have no give.
I’m locked away tightly
Behind iron doors
Where I will shine brightly.
My wires are set.
The traps are laid out.
Anyone trying to enter
Will leave with a pout.
Tread with caution.
or trip a wire,
your gift will be an explosion of fire.
You will burn down to ash
with nothing to recover.
The hunter went out to the bush
baits in hand, bird traps in the bag
birds flew and circled in morn air
as he released bait insects to clients
Little did clients know the danger
all scooped at the baits so delicious
the traps did good job for the hunter
as victims were twisted upside-down
Then they remembered it was a trick
the sky they could not see anymore
delicious meal offered became a curse
and no longer were they one in unity
Few specialized in noise making trade
neighbors pecked each other with beaks
whichever got off by luck joined hunter
everyone for itself, none for the other
Bird hunter took control of the territory
new generations of birds became victims
singing funerals hymns, cursing ancestors
as hunter grew loathsome and insensible
When the king meant to
Give Esther half of kingdom
Because of much love.
Some men can put blame
On the king for doing that,
Forgeting true love.
Women have powers
Which men failed to understand
From years to today.
tactics and technics
Of many women are not
of this world, watch out.
June 28/2023
There is a place on the shore of New Jersey.
Everyone has heard of it, it is called Atlantic City.
This is a place of yearlong activity.
Yes, this is a city nearly everyone knows.
I know you are very familiar with the casinos.
With offers in the mail, they draw you down the shore.
They entice you with comps and giveaways galore.
When they see you, they will gladly open the door.
They are only after your money, and then some more.
Casinos merely regard you as another gullible sap.
Each place is only a clip joint and a trap.
If you are considering a trip, then hold your horses.
The machines and tables will tap all your resources.
When your pockets are empty, then it is time to roam.
When you lose, it seems like a longer distance home.
I love sleep
But
I don’t love dreams
When my heavy eyes
I close to doze,
To dream not I pray
For dreams are traps.
I don’t love dreams
Not at all
Last night I dreamt
Mother Hen I was
Golden eggs I laid
But I was trapped!
To a foul smell I awoke
Mum beat me for soiling the bed.
The other day I was trapped too
I dreamt I was in a race
So fast I ran
I wanted to be first
But before I could win
I fell from my bed
Now my limb limps.
Dear dreams
Could I sleep peacefully?
Your traps I hate
Could you stay away?
Just away from me
Is it possible?
satan try's to trap us
in every single way
that is why we all have got to pray
he love's it when we hungry
and when where angry
he love's it when where week
for then he will try to sneak
he love's it when wher lonly he love's it when where tired
so to stop lifes trap's praying's the thing to do by
james chritian
To control women
men feel they have
to be weakened,
brought down a few
notches so they can rule,
or at least feel cool,
"Calculated Traps" are set
to get women in compromising
positions, where they are
incapable of making healthy decisions,
Sometimes cheated out of their wordly
possessions, because salacious men have
dishonorable intentions.
The shades of “blues” might have an intense wavelength.
It literally overshadows her “colorful seasons”.
This school champion might already realize this.
Games are not that easy in this "normal world."
An imperfect design never fits into the Fine System.
It never fails to tell her how bad she is in this.
It might be her first criticism.
She push herself hard, in this race of Infinite Perfection.
Sometimes running, chasing, breaking.
Even pleading never going to works.
It's not that easy. Right?
The more intense she gets, the more she sags and breaks.
but she is still too imperfect to get pity on her.
What she tries to do?
does she collect the shattered pieces?
that was over-walked by many without even noticing.
What… sudden gray shades in the weather?
ooh….! I think rain is going to come.
It is one of an intense, heavy rain.
Why does she still crawl over there?
Wait.. what shading her?
Is that wings, that she folded before leaving school?
Wow…! It's almost rusted, what red shades on it ?
Oh, my god, I think we caught.
Hi...…! "May I fly again?"
You wake up in the morning
Opening your eyes while yawning
You find yourself where you were not last night,
That’s when your senses start to fight,
Seeing those faces cry which you haven’t seen before
For the traps are lurking behind each door,
You start asking the reason
For your presence in such a prison,
They don’t tell you much but scare you with their acquaintance
Of the possible serial killer behind such a disturbance,
You find a tape recorder under the carpet
Listening to which you all are set,
Yes, it was him telling the rules of the game,
Transgression of which if forward came,
You will be winning a deadly chance to meet death
Or else to be safe you should play having faith,
In the chances of survival that are rare,
and reason for the game lies in what common you all share,
There are not only traps but also chances.
And rare are the places where death itself dances,
You have poison running in your veins
Which will be robbing you out of your sense,
To which only he has the antidote,
Now start consuming the time you’ve got,
Which is getting finished every moment,
Do it till you further can’t,
There are no promises that you’d survive,
No matter how hard you’d try to stay alive,
It’s the game that began on his call
But would end with you after all.
here is my soul speaking softly
you take it in, and resolution warms the union
we converse like a lazy sunday revisited
we take a trip by becoming invisible
the trip we take is underwater in thought and contentment
the concoction we make is soothing and rehabilitating
we converse lika a lazy sunday revisited
we take a trip by becoming invisible
here are your elements forming a bond that is truly cationic
i take it in, and the mass confusion permanently evaporates
we converse like a lazy sunday revisited
we take a trip by becoming invisible
the attractions we see are revolving but welcoming
the natural scenes experienced inspres and strengthens the root of our bond
we converse like a lazy sunday revisited
we take a trip by becoming invisible
You feel stuck,
Is there an escape?
Is there an unlocked door?
You crave freedom so much
There's nothing you want more.
Hearts trapped in souls,
Souls trapped in bodies,
Bodies trapped in societies,
Societies trapped in expectations,
Sooner or later you'll realise
That there is no pause.
So all in all,
We're all prisoners
Trapped in brick walls
Waiting for someone
To bail us out.
September, 2015.
M.K.