Best Trick Up Poems
Forbidden fruit they had eaten
At the bidding of the snake
New ashamed that they were naked
They had to cover up, for Heaven's sake
"Adam, lets sew ourselves some fig-leaves."
"Sounds good to me, dear Eve."
God paid them no attention
Had he a trick up His sleeve?
Instead of random eavesdropping
The Lord did something eye-popping
He searched for Adam as if He had no clue
Then cried out, "Man, where are you?!"
Did the All-Seeing not know Man's whereabouts?
Did He need resort to a primal shout?...
Within God's question lies a lesson
to which some choose to adhere
God does not want man to eavesdrop
~ Do you hear?
December 11, 2019
Listening In Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
'Twas the night before Christmas...I was home all alone
I had nothing to do...so I wrote down a poem
I just couldn't get it...my poem to look right
Perhaps, it would look better...if I had turned on the light
Words were mspeld...and some were left out
The light would have helped...for sure, no doubt
Ten times I re-wrote it...I drank ten cups of tea
It took me ten hours...boy oh boy, ten times I did pee
I wrote about Santa...for all the children to believe
I figured out what to write...I had a trick up my sleeve
I wrote in my poem...so that all the kids knew
That Santa's real mother...well, she was a Jew
After finishing my poem...I readied myself
I fixed up my sleigh...and I hired an elf
To take hold of the reigns...and to deliver my poem
To put in the stockings...in every kids home
The Night Before Christmas Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
11/23/2018
Would run you a hot bath
Bubbles up to your chin
Bottle of wine chilling
If you'd let me win
Would ask a sexy hunk
To sponge your back
Say sweet words in your ears
Bet you'd like that
Please can I win.
After the bath a nice massage,
By A film star lookalike
Any extras can be charged
Wink wink now can I win
Can make a video or two
You as the dream girl
A leading man with a bit of rough
Being sensual with you
Please please let me win
How about a two seater sports car
With a lean mean chauffeur
He can take you far
Journey of your own making
Please make my poem a star.
When your day is through
You can go on having fun
In a big bed for two
Now can I have that crown
One more trick up my sleeve
Would you like a Pentax 645x Camera to keep
I understand it's not cheap
But would be worth buying you,
if you let me win.
Penned 25 September 2015
Booga Booga Boo
I will say to you
On a dark hallows eve night
With a trick up my sleeve
And a treat in my bag
A great night for teasing and fright
With a mask on my face
To the door I will race
Only goblins and ghouls here tonight
With one simple throw
The owners will never know
Who threw toilet paper on there house last night
The pools will run red
While the dye is in my hand
If they want to catch me let em try
With eggs of joy
Through my arm they will deploy
As I send these little birdies in flight
The Black cats will run
And the pumpkins will fall
If you don’t leave me candy
You will regret it most of all
The windows will be closed
And the doors will be locked
My paintball guns are ready
Ready to shoot loaded and Cocked
Many years ago I read a book entitled “Accidental Empires"
Of how a few men, from garden sheds, became multi billionaires
How could this be, what did they do, did they invent something new
Not really but if I say Bill Gates, Steve Jobs, Apple Mac or Microsoft to you
Microsoft is a huge corporation but Bill Gates openly admitted he was a fraudster and a thief
Because the underhand, double dealing, industrial espionage etc went beyond belief
Microsoft invented the computer or so lots, if not millions of people believe
Making Bill Gates just like the US government and its UFO are real promotion, another trick up the sleeve
As long as you think Microsoft is the god, its Bill Gates win and your loss, on reflection
UFO attention takes peoples minds away from secret weapon, Black Projection
Dirty double dealings from both corporate and state but hang fire, hold on, wait
You have a choice that costs nothing, downloadable, its called Linux, mate
Operating systems built by the people for the people, especially those oppressed
Third world countries, low budgeteers, the Microsoftic angry crowd and the rest
I spent good money on Windows XP, now the support updates have gone
Just another buy some more another Microsoft-con
Well thats no good to me, now I have to spend fortunes on Windows 8 or 7
Thank god for Linux, Debian, GNU, hundreds of free operating systems, heaven
Bit like Henry Ford saying he invented the autocar, piss in the wind, far fetched, another steal
It was bits and bobs,trial and error the stoneage had the wheel
Can’t ride to work on a wheel, need an engine, tyres my mates a chassis and components, maybe out of state plates
How many new operating systems will it take to make a man mega rich beyond your dreams
As many as Microsoft knock out by conning the public, or so to me it seems
Bob Dylan once says, you can fool some of the people most of the time, you can fool most of the people some of the time but you can’t fool all of the people all of the time
So get yourself some free software mine is Linux Lime
'Why so serious?'
He would say as he started to walk my way.
He wears a purple over coat,
His face as white as a ghost.
Always has a smile beaming from ear to ear
Laughing like a maniac till his eyes are full of tears
Who is this mad man with hair of green
he is the creepiest thing I've ever seen
He always seems to have a trick up his sleeve
Along with many different weapons' like you wouldn't believe
Spreading uncontrollable chaos trying to put on a show
Committing crimes where ever he goes
How did this criminal mastermind come to be?
What drove him mad to reach the point of insanity?
Some say he fell into a tank of chemicals that drove him insane
Others say it was the loss of his wife and unborn child
Whatever it was it caused him a lot of pain
It seems like he was already unsteady
Close to that breaking point, slightly losing his mind already
Maybe he was never really okay
All it took was a little push over the edge
And we got the Joker we have today
Entered in the premiere contest, Superhero or Supervillain
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori
Placement: 3rd
Neither fame, nor fortune sought,
sans this anonymous wordsmith,
whose quirky pastiche (no matter
evokes collywobbles, when risky
business undertaken to spill forth
most confidential personal woes),
broadcasting a heart of darkness,
Joseph Conrad might find quaint-
lee amusing, & considerably less
far reaching encompassing than
his (former) humanity ink home
passing (just one heir iz all seek
king soul full asylum), versus us
storied author, (not me), whose
didactic éminence grise, moreso
attributed, thee now esteemed
Polish man of letters to leave a
nonpareil earning, deserving, and
crowning legacy far greater than
yours truly, could ever hope for,
though as iterated with opening
sentence, neither renown, nor a
bucket load of money motivates
this anonymous scrivener, he me
rilly aspires to clutch ephemeral
notions (yes some themes recur
more than once), nonetheless a
euphoric exuberance arises, no
matter, one or more pairs oven
ranging unknown reader's keen
eyes scowl at this petrified disc
ore dent fountainhead, he dares
alluding to his saddled beasts of
burden on par with shrugging,
colluding, bearing, et cetera atlas,
perhaps presuming this measly
mortal strives to trick up ersatz
scratchings asthma grandiloquent
(albeit, "FAKE") Magnum Opus, nyat!
This informed cognoscenti disavows
any haughty, lofty, pretentious, etc.
thinker only enjoys waggish badinage!
Quiet save for a morning glory’s cue
Daylight decks the sky cerulean blue
Sunday and like the hues of color wheels
Old Man Dan hunts for all his fishing creels
The rye grass cradles tiny spheres of dew
Dawn fishing allures in lieu of a pew
Like osmosis, moisture fills his old boots
As the last morning owl gives a few hoots
Trout Royal Red is already awake
Waiting for Dan in the depths of the lake
Three pounds of beauty, paint on his sleek back
Royal Red knew what the old man might lack
Sharpen arsenal now, fish where it’s dim
You know he will not dare bite on a whim
And Old Man Dan has a trick up his sleeve
His light-tinted fly spent two weeks to weave
His tackle befit with two pound test line
No wet or dry flex just regular twine
No weights to be used, tossed from the jetty
The fly should track the natural eddy
From his boat he tossed his new-fangled bait
So natural the drift only to wait
Red spied his game moving at the right speed
Closer he came from behind the tall reed
He strictly examined his tasty prey
For t’was a real bug, it would have to pay
Closer he came to the well-tied disguise
Knowing full well it could be his demise
Soft and ductile he gave it a small bite
Then Old Dan jerked with all of his might
Royal Red noticed a slight scent of snuff
Then spit out the fly aware of the stuff
Old Dan fell overboard with all his gear
The only thing left – a pain in his rear
This comical scene smacked of déjà vu
He had been there before - a time or two
Red took a break aside the still water
Smiling inside providing Dan fodder
Eyeing Dan’s canoe tarry upside down
He sped swiftly to hide from his mad clown
Madder than hops Dan drug his boat home
Cussing and swearing he took on a foam
He would come back the next date of the sun
Certainly it would be his day of fun
This is the kind of creature that goes out into the night to steal bricks to build its' niche.
It more than crosses a courtesy line. Happens more in the winter;other seasons just fly by.
Swift as the bitter wind the creatures must move as the gypsies do. They must borrow as the thieves pulling out every trick up each sleeve.
Maddened by the stars, they follow them like arrows of direction. Cheaters!
Must be nice having nature direct their worst behavior.
The Harlot Scarlet of the night is so beautiful any family would give away their hard earned bread, their last. Clearly getting robbed impeccably as
it goes without notice. But what is seen is never told in eyes of gold.
Another win for creatures of night.
THE MAGIC OF OUTDOORS
he moved slow, with a limp
his cane grinding
in the dirt, grating on the pavement
his hat always prompt on his head
as he headed into the cold dark wind
then it swirled
the magic
a trick up his sleeve
pulled out some cards
laid them down
they were aces
a smile seasoned through the clouds
of old age and doubt
he tipped his hat at some pretty lady
and then twirled his hat on one finger
as his feet forgot to nap
the crowd looked down
as his toes began tapping
within his shiny shoes
he swayed side to side
as a song played in his head
and blasted out from the recoiled headphones
of a stunned teenager
an old timey ritz
his cane became his instructional instrument
poised between his hands
this song and dance man
charmed the lackadaisical crowd
mesmerized...surprised
held captive in pied piper effect
a light rain drizzled
his effervescent energy drizzled
his cane poked the puddles
as he headed home
his wife exclaimed
as he limped through the door
a smile on lips
and a radiant face,
“Oh my those walks sure do you good”
“Join me one day, my dear! We should make a great team”
9/30/2017
What will you do when I leave you in kind,
Though you’re treasured like apples and boon to the mind...
How to handle the fading of dreams that we share?
Favorite chair that’s seems empty and sad,
Or a poem that vivified both mom and dad...
Think of dawns you awoke and discovered me there!
Can death be real or is it too a dream...
And does life always stay in the bed of its stream?
Might the future still have some new trick up its sleeve?
Love seems quite real though it cannot be seen...
Even winter plays role on a planet that’s green,
I’m expecting surprise when it’s my turn to leave.
Long Tooth
December 9, 2016
Sat by my desk day after day
Working here only for the monthly pay
Eight hours a day, five days per week
Every day I sit and shriek
At the constant barrage of abuse
With confusion leaving everything obtuse
People are in and out every hour
As if trying to escape the rain shower
Asking us the most irrelevant questions
Ignoring all our purposeful suggestions
Never knowing when to leave
As if they have a another trick up their sleeve
The end of the working day will be here soon enough
And I will be sitting in the bus stop waiting in hand-cuffs
Waiting to be taken to my prison cell called home
where I spend all my time on my own
No-one knows my pain cause I’m a simple man
But, A simple man that doesn’t have a plan
Night time arrives and the candle is dim
I need to stop being so grim
And try and make the most of my short life
I need to get out in the night and find myself a wife
It’s easier said than done as we all know
But, It’s time to realise this is not a game show
Flirtation is a game many of us like to play
It’s a way of showing someone that I like you in the friendliest of ways
But some play too rough and end up hurting those who are not tough
However flirting can be fun especially when the game is done
Flirtation possesses many different forms
It may be sweet or kind
Or revealed to others who were blind
It maybe secret done in a way that others may not see
It can even be dangerous planning dastardly evil deeds
Flirtation is a rather unusual thing
You’ll never know what a simple flirt here or there may bring
Some might take you seriously without even realizing
Flirtation involves those who are wise
Who know how to play the game, with every disguise
They know what’s at stake but still they are willing to play
One thing that’s important, is knowing exactly what to say
The target is usually someone who is rather naïve
That way the player doesn’t need an extra trick up their sleeve
It’s a game of chance really, you can either win or loose
The mystery lies in who is the player going to choose?
Husband Adam would brag to wife Eve:
"I have many a trick up my sleeve."
But alas! He was nude
so — a sleeve-challenged dude.
That's why Eve was so hard to deceive.
Before you know it’s already here
Fillin’ us with hope and cheer
You feel it in your fingers and toes
Strangers smiling and sayin’ hello
To many it’s a sweet surprise a crazy high it’s almost like
A long lost friend they've been waitin’ to see
But for me the feelin’ never fades the magic never goes away
It’s always Christmas to me
No matter what the day may be
Santa’s got a trick up his sleeve
The bells are ringin’ in my ear
Lights are shinin’ love is near
Whether snow is touchin’ down the sun is heatin’ up the ground
Frosty’s gettin’ jolly or the elves are asleep
The holly’s in my hopeful heart long before December starts
It’s always Christmas to me
I don’t have to see it to believe it no no no
It’s wonderfully magical so fantastical why would I let that go
To many it’s a sweet surprise a crazy high it’s almost like
A long lost friend they've been waitin’ to see
But for me the feelin’ never fades the magic never goes away
It’s always Christmas to me