Best What A Tangled Web We Weave Poems
Oh what a tangled web we weave,
ever haunting in devious wombs...
tattered voyagers embarking to the confine,
and by nightfall, swarthy leather pants
whip and crack like the white flag
blowing and tearing in a cold snap.
On ebony sails the ravens are perched,
pecking at threads that dangle
from dusky cloths which follow
a foreboding path among the charcoal seas,
with only a pale, crescent moon to light the way.
Heavy weighted winds we will travel;
with no need cast anchor to rest, for
even under the darkest of starless skies
we will navigate through any storm.
Whirlwinds of ships
encircle endlessly in a carousel of waves,
each riding their horses in a cynical unison,
Captain yell fire, seize fire, aim... and fire again.
On the ashen deck the posts are split,
the ocean floor reverberating while
fingers trace softly around her lips,
saturated in sweat and tears... hope, and fear.
In our time we've marked our authority,
through scorching suns and frigid blizzards...
on ebony sails we headway forever
to our home beyond the sea...
O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
Can't help but to recall this famous quote from Sir Walter Scott...
When one reads the latest revelations on the financial scandal that is 1MDB...
Touted as a sovereign fund to help the economy of the Malaysian Nation...
What has been revealed so far is a tangled web of deception for the nation...
O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
At the onset of of the saga of 1MDB, it was a sovereign fund entity....
It sourced for billions and billions in cash money for seed capital initially....
Taking out monstrous loans using guarantees from the government...
No red flags were raised, despite reservations from the management...
When the numero uno signatory is the Finance Minister himself...
And it being so he is also the Prime Minister, who is to question...
O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
The wheels of international justice are turning, investigations are revealing..
Convoluted money trails of obscenely huge amounts to the tune of billions..
From Singapore to Switzerland to Luxemburg to Australia to the United States..
And a couple of other countries with highly principled banking standards...
Are seeking to unravel the this global money scandal with the highest stakes..
Wall Street Journal expose is churning out scandalous information of the investigations..
While in the home country of Malaysia, political warlords brush off all revelations..
O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
A single plea of innocence was well propped up with tales of donation...
As gifted from individual or individuals, ultimately from a dead Arabian King..
Stalwart political warlords were nevertheless resolute in defending...
As a much tainted political leader wisely maintains a eloquent silence...
Even as political foes and the knowing public cry out their frustrations...
Horrified and anxious over the repercussions from this 1MDB financial cancer..
O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
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I'm a demon slayer
I cut to another layer
You know they have no prayer
I'm no delayer
Come lookin for me
Should let me be
I'll never be free
I will tear apart thee
Oh what a tangled web we weave
I'm not here to deceive
Don't care if you believe
From your pain, I will relieve
I'm JAY MOORE
In hell they roar!
We'll take no more
I'll be there, after and before
So then I go to HELL
This story I will tell
My soul did I sell
I went there, and" oh well"
"Come get it"
Into the fire pit
So hot, it was lit!
I do not quit!
What do I have to lose?
To late to choose
Can't worry bout no bruise
I WILL ABUSE!
Try me! Test me!
You will see
Unfavorably
Oh, you came for your fee
Sure I'll pay
All I can say
Just not today
Best get on your way
I'm like no other
Get away brother
I'm a mean mother
Sumpinornother
Didn't believe me
So I let them see
Trying to be free
To me, I have the key
Have you heard a demon scream
I'm not talkin a dream
This was livestream
I need no team
FAITH! that's your friend
That GOD did send
Your beliefs he did try to bend
Thank you , send!
Oh, what tangled webs we’re willing to weave,
When from our good senses we take leave,
Ignoring the Higher power.
With reckless abandon and lavish expenses,
We drink bitter dregs sin’s cup dispenses,
For sensual pleasures of the hour.
We pay for the pleasures we pursue,
For a measure of mirth, exciting and new.
“Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we die!”
Why believe a lie from history cast
Depriving us of life with future vast;
Weaving tangled webs, empty and dry?
Christ is the answer. Give Him a try.
Oh what a tangled web we weave,
when first we practice to deceive.—Sir Walter Scott
The World Wide Web,
Is a daunting thing.
It connects us with others,
We've never seen.
We navigate with caution,
Not knowing what lurks.
A valuable road map,
In spite of its' quirks.
With due diligence we filter,
The lies from the truth.
Always accepting its' flaws,
Because of its' youth.
Walter Scott said it best,
Though I doubt he did conceive,
His prophetic pen to paper,
In "What a tangled web we weave".
My what a tangled web we weave,
When first we practice to deceive,
I thought me one who knew you best,
Turns out you can not pass the test.
Everything you said were lies,
Gazing with your crying eyes.
Such a damsel in distress,
Nothing but a grand actress.
If only everyone could see,
Just how truly ugly.
All the people that you use,
Such a cruel act of abuse.
If only your cavernous mouth I could close,
Or maybe I'd just break your nose.
What an evil hateful witch,
To see you suffer is my wish.
All that you've done will return to you,
All the nasty things you do.
Now I only hope and pray,
That I will be there on that day.
To see you buried in your waste,
To see you take that first bitter taste.
To see that look upon your face,
Will put me in a state of grace.
Mr. French poodle sips a Beaujolais
Snubs a nose at the bourgeoisie
So middle class with a café ole in glass
A puffy bulbous tail wags in approval
Groomed to perfection at the salon
It purrs at the proletariat’s amusement
Smiling at the working class
An upper class agenda will not prevail
Is this a pussy cat transgender at last?
Is this man’s best friend about to mate
Or make a puddle by trade or mistake?
Oh what a tangled web we weave
When once we practice to deceive
If God is alive in all His devices
All men would be turned to mice
How nice!
Moonscaped, whispereing butterfly parades
Calming tethered hearts with glittering cascades
The widespread wonder of joyous content
Reaching out like angel wings of glory heaven sent
What a tangled web we weave with eyes that can't see
Perfect, harmonious exuberance surrounding you and me
Have we really been so bound and made ourselves so blind
That we should tear the world apart with a senseless mind
Is this the way our lives play out or are we set to change
Make a choice and take a stand, the end is now in range
Are we to be remembered as the mindless bunch we've been
Picked apart piece by piece until nothing's left within
Or shall we be remembered as the glowing human race
Who together as a team saved this wondrous place
"Oh what a tangled web we weave, when we practice to deceive." Shakespeare
WEAVE
A web
Wind silk taunt
Sticky design hung
I'll oblige and walk in
Then try to get it off fast
"Another woven lie in which I'm trapped."
wind pronounced as in the line "I will wind a ball of yarn"
Written: April 25, 2023
Sponsor: Constance
Contest: Writing Challenge W Words
Form: Clarifying Pyramid