Best Tricking Poems
(The Merry Adventures of Robin Good)
Sherwood's Forest legendary, leading man
up, down, tricking eggs between branches
slender, slander, his voice is growing thinner
twisting, turning heads 50 shades of green
Master of disguise reaching for the top archers spot,
A bard, with uncanny precision, ROBIN nonstop
Splitting his opponent LIKE A BOSS!
Aiming arrows, where broken women sit
Creating fantasies, for his band of hypocrites
A serenade, of jealousy and mayhem
A poetic outlaw, generously taking what others earn
Wearing black tights, the hottest profile, sipping wine
A lust beyond Dorthy's Rainbow, a venomous poem
Somewhere, covered in leprechaun's gold
His chest is cold
- Yet warm from all the hands caressing this bard,
He is the best, gravity has no weight on his pen,
A soundless soldier having his way with his sword,
Executing those who challenge him,
Breathing life into many empty accounts
Giving voices and self-encouragement
With no time to drop down this bard from cloud nine
A dissipation of air fresheners and hello's
Painting pain just to pretend it hurts the person
A fragile voice whispering in the shadows
Slithering Secrets;
From this hooded bard who carries no face,
A mask of lies, taking what belongs to others.
Robin of honor, graveled by his peasants
MISUNDERSTOOD in every fashion, yet he preys
Pipping dreams away, down an infested rat's path
Shoving Little Johns hopes down the list
Robin is no common criminal, just a bard
Wearing a dark cloak, when in disguise
taking from the greedy --- giving to the needy
Thank you for enjoying my story
Robin Good and his network of Merry Men
2-3-16
Categories:
tricking, abuse, character, community, corruption,
Form:
Alliteration
Roses have bloomed colorful, wearing
A symphony of red, white, and pink.
Gardenia and Jasmine pose in white,
Butterflies are fluttering in delight.
Insects are pollinating flowering trees
Devouring nectar, a fee for the service.
Apple flowers, pretty in pink and white.
Purple peach flowers, an enchanting sight.
The fig trees nearby have flowers too
Greenish blossoms hidden from view
The tiny buds, look like fruits indeed!
In fact, they're inverted flowers within.
Flowers' aroma attracts female wasp
Eager to lay eggs, as romance begins
Inside the Syconium of a male flower.
A mutualism yearning for symbiosis.
Baby wasps will soon mature
The siblings will mate with each other
Wingless males will die, females will fly
In a hurry with the pollen they carry
Searching new male flowers to breed.
Female flowers exude a special scent
Tricking the wasp to shimmy in the stem,
A one way street to death sentence.
Female flowers pollinate, don't reciprocate
No place for the wasp to lay its eggs.
Having lost its wings, it dies for a cause
The flowers in time digest the dead wasp
And grow into a ripened fruit we call fig.
Just this one time, mutualism lost its grip.
Categories:
tricking, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Shadowed veils of night are falling, as I hear the darkness calling,
all around me time is stalling, but my mind I cannot cure.
As I stoke the embers dying, tears inside me gently crying,
gentle tears from eyes are sighing, yet this sadness I endure.
Shadows sway in twilight's leaving, as my thoughts leave me grieving,
bleakness stains the world around me, painting wall and sill and floor.
Ebon silence now is creeping, through the cracks I see it seeping,
in my mind the cracks are weeping, whence it comes I can't be sure.
Shadow in my head still growing, rampant visions ever flowing
lying nightmares never slowing, while I pace from door to door.
Creatures lay there always waiting, in the dark forever hating,
ever dark and irritating, never knowing what's in store.
Shadows dance in candles' flicking, cursed demon always tricking
endless night yet clock's still ticking, please release me from your gore.
Cryptic shade in substance fleeting, from within you're always eating,
eating soul and heart yet beating, as the veil is slowly lowered... lost am I
...evermore.
12/28/15
Categories:
tricking, dark, deep,
Form:
Rhyme
Now Bobby, don't try to look coy.
You mischievous naughty young boy!
You've guzzled my sweets
From 'tricking or treats'
I've seen through your devious ploy.
Oh Bobby, say have you no pride?
You've acted so sneaky and snide.
Your ankle-length socks,
You sneaky young fox
Are stuffed with marshmallows inside!
Don't flutter those big bambi eyes
Or fabricate more porky pies.
You're caught in a fix
Hand over my Twix
I'm bigger than you, so be wise!
20.10.19
If I Were Your Brother Poetry Contest : sponsored by Bobby May
Categories:
tricking, brother, candy,
Form:
Limerick
scrolling
trolling
clicking
tricking
to cheat
deceit
snitches
glitches
lame game
for fame
peeving
thieving
maybe
they’ll see
jester
fester
traitor
baiter
drama
mama
dressed in
satin
green grime
cold crime
loner
moaner
Categories:
tricking, anti bullying, emotions, mental
Form:
Footle
4/30/18
The prequel
Of good vs. evil
Did they ever consider each other equal?
One side peaceful
The other deceitful
In the beginning
Neither side was really winning
As the globe continued spinning
Brimming
With things that were living
Meanwhile one was only taking and one was giving
Back to the Earth while grinning
While existing
One was focused on fixing
And enriching
All the while being uplifting
The other one was drifting
And always tricking
So a bad reputation began sticking
Endless blood spilling
From all the senseless killing
Sad that they found it thrilling
Next came the middle
Each side continuing to chisel
Away at the other little by little
Even though it never was all that simple
One remaining civil
The other trying to swindle
And cripple
But the opposing side wouldn't let it all dwindle
There had to be an end
Did no good to pretend
One a true friend
The other only there to condescend
One wants you to ascend
The other wants to see you descend
One would send
You flowers and a letter that was penned
The other wants you dead
And to never see you again
There's something to be said
For those that bit the hand that fed
One saw many opportunities ahead
The other was always seeing red
Finally here comes the sequel
For the people
Still to this day good and evil
Co-exist as they have for many a siecle
By: Dalton Ogletree
Categories:
tricking, dark, perspective, poetry, rap,
Form:
Rhyme
Before iron winter commands the land
The brown ground sparks a bittersweet blaze
Bonfire breezes cross in smoky strands
Where nut stashing squirrels pause to gaze
On museums of leafy orange haze
Maroon afternoons of apple's sharp bite
Foretells the night tomcats dress as jaguars
Tricking candies for ghoulish appetites
For sweet treats, they knock on doors near and far
As spells of cuteness fill their cookie jars
Even when the morning sun flees the east
And the rains arrive, secluded and dank
We prepare to share the harvest feast
For the coming spring, behind the cloud banks
For the warmth of family ~ I give thanks.
10/16/20
For 'Autumn' poetry contest
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Categories:
tricking, appreciation, autumn,
Form:
Quintain (English)
Dark skies fill eyes of despair,
Full of hurt and anger that grows so strong;
A pain-filled child ready to rip out her hair,
All her life never feeling like she belongs.
Dark-bright eyes, rimmed in smeared mayballine,
With moon-colored skin they look haunted.
A tortured wild-girl ready to scream,
Knowing deep inside that she isn't wanted.
Looking out through blood red strands,
At what could be her kill or prey;
Yellow-green cat eyes scan the land,
Ready to take out an enemy and leave it to decay.
So lost inside with not a light;
Showing anger instead of her pain.
Taking out her injuries on the world in spite;
The emotions inside so hard to contain.
One little slice turns to ten,
Before she knows it shes addicted.
She jots down her words in black liquid pen,
Her heart so jumbled, feels constricted.
No one knows the secrets she hides;
She doesn't think anyone would care
She's tossed under the rip-tides,
trapped unable to breath with the tricking suns glare.
On the prey she paces like a cat;
A black panther so smooth, with a wicked saunter.
At any moment ready to strike and go into full combat,
Ready to win front and center.
If you look into her sinful eyes,
Would you see all her lies and truths;
Or get trapped in her promiscuous disguise.
Deep inside shes a sleuth,
Watching how everyone else in the world acts;
Wondering if she can too act like that.
When someone finds out why she' like this, it stops her in her tracks;
She attacks, then hides in the dark like a bat.
She's the Dark Poet; the Little Lost one.
There is no hope for her;
She knows all hope has been lost, the threads come undone;
She's trapped in her own world, with a panthers black purr.
Given up all effort to try and make it better then it is;
She doesn't see the point in trying anymore.
Even her heart screams out "you will never be his",
Left to lay her beautiful corps on the floor.
She's haunted, twisted, evil little one, she's so dark inside,
Finally she'll let it all out, she'll let people see,
There is nothing left to hide,
I promise I've never killed anyone,
But me...
Categories:
tricking, anger, dark, heart, hope,
Form:
My own head screaming at me
every thought another fight
strangling my heart
he hid behind my tears
every possible negative thought
battling myself to do what is right
always felt like i never got it
tricking myself into situations, strung along
confusing my own confusions
mind manipulating my fears
my own hopes used against me
every day
all day long
lost my free will
god came to take over
no sense of self to cut anothers hand through me
this is the case of the crime of your century
now its gone
i keep looking at the clock
see how long it's been gone
i am sound mind
the visual images bleeding in my head
foreshadowing of next paranoias
deadlocked mind
This new silence in my head is intoxicating
the freedom to feel ok without inner harassments
one happy tear
compared to the sobbing of hours on end
for my mind wouldn't let me be
just be good, you did a great thing today
you gave your life to the lord once again
creativity no longer a weapon
see my own self differently entirely
the awe and beauty of everything
overwhelming
being reintroduced to me
the one i will never forget again
a new game for my mind to play
a new way to be ok
another point today
intoxicating 13th hour
the wave of fear when god was afraid
the muse of his own spiritual syndicate of songs and dance comforted him
to heal the hands inside his head
Categories:
tricking, caregiving, confusion, epicself, self,
Form:
Free verse
Cork of my life, sheer pain in vain,
Rode with me upon a fast train;
Not far could I go, though I tried
For it blocked my path, hurt my pride;
Yet, tricking my brain, smile I feign.
November 29, 2019
Five word challenge poetry contest
Sponsor: Beth Evans
8 syllables per line (howmanysyllables.com)
Categories:
tricking, introspection, life,
Form:
Quintilla
For the time has come for Summer to fade,
warmth whispers adieu as crimson ascends-
Blades begin to fall in a serenade,
and all the beauty of Autumn transcends.
Corn maize at Queens County Farm Museum,
sipping warm apple cider by the fire-
Embers ignite aglow finding freedom,
and all us family begins to tire.
Caramel apples with pumpkin picking-
Stacks of hay surround a house that’s haunted,
for Halloween is time for fun tricking.
The neighbors decorated and flaunted!
The loveliness of Autumn has spoken…
whispers adieu when Winter’s awoken.
October 22, 2019
New Fall Sonnets Poetry Contest
Emile Pinet
Categories:
tricking, autumn,
Form:
Sonnet
Throwing insults side to side.
I wonder what you have to hide.
Under that tough outside shell.
Demons reeking total hell.
Jealousy, Anger, Fear.
If I could just peer,
Deep into your heart,
To fix that part.
That screw that's loose,
Which spills all the horrid abuse
I hope one day you see.
You aren't tricking no one.
Not me!
Categories:
tricking, life, school, teen,
Form:
Rhyme
Morning Mystic
Mysticism is not for me,
I know that wind is blowing free,
Nor does it speak engagingly of
Memories of another time.
I read my book, yet I feel a presence,
What is this touching – barely brushing?
The atmosphere is a tricking morning.
Are you really there – oh, no you couldn’t be.
I return to my book, yet your presence remains,.
Do I hear a whisper, feel a touch, are you free,
Oh, No! You could not be, you are not free
To brush, to whisper, to curl around another memory,
Oh, no, mysticism is not for me,
A presence wanting attention,
A voice floating, bothering like an insect,
I know mysticism is not for me.
Or
Categories:
tricking, mystery, voice, wind,
Form:
Free verse
Was arguing with myself
whether grey begins where black and white meet
or in the blend just beyond
When sunlight caught my sight
tricking itself onto metal
A garrison of splintered sub nuclear fractals
causing diamond headaches
in my minds eye
But if the colours
never met
would the grey just fade to grey
Categories:
tricking, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
A single golden light
Danced through the frame,
And spangled out of the dark house
As snow spun downward
Into the abyss of the night.
A man trembled inside
Shaking his head in pain.
Tears grew off his face and
Watered the floor.
He sat for sometime,
Then slid off the couch
And heavily trudged up the stairs.
He opened the door and saw his son, sleeping
Soundly in the swollen room.
The hushed raspy breaths of the boy
Echoed in the stillness of the man's heart.
Moonlight spilled through the pane
tricking the blue curtains to shine.
And in his heart he knew,
All is well.
Then moving to the next room,
Where the form still lay,
Of his teenaged daughter.
Headphones jammed loud in her ears,
Playing the beat of her resistance.
The man was glad she could escape
What he could not.
Softly he leaned over and kissed
Her forehead, whiffing the smell
Of her fresh hair die.
And in his heart he knew,
All is well.
Shutting the door behind him,
Staggered down the stairs,
Leaned on the banister.
His gaze met the open room.
Empty with lace curtains,
Plush couches,
And his spirit glass.
Then through his swollen eyes
He lingered over the pictures on the wall,
And silently walked to his desk.
He pulled the drawer open
A brush of cedar hit his nose,
He use to love that smell.
He pulled out a revolver.
And in his heart he knew,
CLICK
It wasn't.
Categories:
tricking, death, drink, loss, sorrow,
Form:
Free verse