Samantha was a small-town girl
Taught to never ignore or turn her back on anyone
She developed a thicker skin in the city
Where she had to learn to turn her back and ignore
It was not her norm, but necessary
For there were either more narcissists and conmen here
Or they were not as easily pointed out by an entire town
Categories:
conmen, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
Conmen squawk,
‘Fear our Bird Flu,
And that we know
What’s best for you.’
So bird flew.
For bird knew
That what men do
Is nothing new.
Open minds are few,
Thinking’s voodoo;
And what’s true
Goes up the flue.
So bird flew.
Yes, bird flew.
Because bird knew
It’s not the first time,
History rhymes,
Since man can’t learn
And always gets burned.
All this bird knew;
So, bird flew.
Bird flu.
They’ll say it’s a thing,
Say they’re not joking,
And people will do
What they’re told to do.
They’ll peck at false seeds
Planted in their mind,
Twenty four seven,
It happens each time.
This phony Bird Flu,
Bird knew;
So, bird flew.
Categories:
conmen, bird, freedom, grief,
Form: Rhyme
Scum Buckets
(For a contest)
Can American’s be
As a whole, like a tree
With branches far and wide
That is constantly tapped
Collecting green sap
As in taxes from our thin hide
Out of hard working hands
All over our land
From Eugene to Nantucket
That fill’s Washington’s till
Where they convert it to swill
That’s poured into scum buckets
Where in essence, transpires
Is that cash vampires
Sponging conmen, that do suck it
Corruptly disperse
The blood from our purse
Into their sordid scum buckets
And so that scum goes
To places we appose
Were it spreads like a virus
But why should our pay
Be pissed away
To ruses undesirous
It’s time that they stop
Leeching every drop
Of our personal property
By declaring suck it
To their scum buckets
Which en masse we will empty
And without their scum
There will only be some
Left working in DC
And the rest will survive
Like all people alive
To benefit humanity
Categories:
conmen, abuse, political,
Form: Rhyme
The ugly American likes waving the flag.
And dissing what he doesn’t understand.
He’s scared of change and threatened by intelligence,
But says he’s only honoring his clan.
The ugly American can’t think for himself.
He follows the herd spreading rumors and fear.
He’s a self-taught gomer, and a sucker for conmen
Who always tell him what he's eager to hear.
The ugly American is an immature child.
He wants to live in the past as though those days were gold.
He’d have worshiped Father Coughlin, and Kingfish Huey Long.
Now he champions a modern demagogue.
The ugly American doesn’t need to rob banks,
Molest little children or murder his wife.
All he needs to do is keep his head in the sand
To see the consequences of an unenlightened life.
The ugly American never looks in the mirror.
He prides himself on honoring his roots.
If he saw his reflection, he’d be faced with the fact
That he's as useful now as worn-out cowboy boots.
The ugly American likes waving the flag,
And dissing what he doesn't understand.
Categories:
conmen, allegory, america, brother, political,
Form: Blank verse
'Twas the night before tomorrow
And the morning after that.
Father Time passed by discretely,
Didn’t even tip his hat.
The calendars of bygone years
Stacked up to nothing much.
The women I’d been cozy with
Keep mostly out of touch.
Can’t measure by semesters
With a stale curriculum.
Can’t reckon by elections
And corrupt officialdom.
The priests of possibilities
Preach sermons on TV,
And offer their salvation
With extended warrantees.
Shameless conmen hawking snake oil
Rake in millions every year,
With quarantines and lockdown
On the omicron frontier.
Tried to tip toe past temptation
Couldn’t circumvent the booze.
All those Christmas decorations
Can’t disguise these solstice blues.
Categories:
conmen, allegory, betrayal, christmas,
Form: Burlesque
Hello flower of the land,
Your beauty will never be like dry hand,
Your beauty is spreading like ocean sand,
Your beauty does not need any single fund,
Be carefully with dishonest men,
They always bring bad omen,
Please be careful beautifully women,
Your beauty is Ten over Ten,
You beautiful women,
Be carefully with such conmen,
They will steal your love while their words rotten,
But they will pretend to love you often,
I will be with you forever,
Respect, focused,trustfullness and honest forever,
I will not cheat you forever,
Dishonesty will be never,
I will be your inner lover,
Categories:
conmen, love,
Form: Rhyme
Hello flower of the land,
Your beauty will never be like dry hand,
Your beauty is spreading like ocean sand,
Your beauty does not need any single fund,
Be carefully with dishonest men,
They always bring bad omen,
Please be careful beautifully women,
Your beauty is Ten over Ten,
You beautiful women,
Be carefully with such conmen,
They will steal your love while their words rotten,
But they will pretend to love you often,
I will be with you forever,
Respect, focused,trustfullness and honest forever,
I will not cheat you forever,
Dishonesty will be never,
I will be your inner lover,
Categories:
conmen, love,
Form: Rhyme
the psychiatrist
I saw him on the you-tube he was elegant and forceful
and worth listening too although I found his views unbending
and he brokered no opposition.
His view on marriage was ideal but totally impractical
did he not know that women often instigate divorce because
to twerp or a wife beater.
I wonder if he is married to his wife to prove a point, it could be
his wife agrees.
A stern father raised him, and that made his success full.
Well, I was raised by a mother who thought me about literature.
His reason that women go for nursing is that they are caring, this balderdash,
the reason we have few female architect and engineers is that
this road to success has hitherto been closed to them.
His lectures are aimed at the educated middle/class and only them.
He looked a fine man dressed in an expensive suit and wore
shiny brown cowboy boots.
His vanity shone through he looked like a can man by referring
to what weighty medical journals had said on the subject.
I have met his type on the internet by conmen telling me on the web of a new cure for diabetes.
Categories:
conmen, celebrity, divorce,
Form: Blank verse
For the better or for worse?
It spreads like a plague, deadly and swift.
Fear is unleashed and fear is thick.
Stores are shopped clean; limits are placed on items we need.
Workers are laid off, funds are low—
make way for the thieves.
Conmen are busy—cocaine will cure this virus, you know.
We’re all getting antsy locked up in our homes.
Many are dying, it’s terrorism—it must be so.
No one can be trusted, everyone’s infected.
Survival of the fittest in these apocalyptic times.
But what is this?
A family is playing a board game—
they’ve set aside their phones.
Dogs are loving the attention, the extra walks and frisbee throws.
Laughter fills the internet; it is the best medicine.
A meme can bring a smile and keep us uplifted.
Christmas lights are shining to share a little hope.
Teddy bears are finding ways to sick children and adults.
Food is being delivered to the doctors and nurses risking their lives
to save those infected.
So this virus may have weakened our fragile moralities,
but it has also strengthened our humanity.
Categories:
conmen, anxiety, community, health, society,
Form: Rhyme
I’m adjusting fixed positions
On opinions and deductions
From now on breathing other airs
I have a stack of fresh instructions
I let go of once held handle bars
Veering off from straight line steering
Riding curves requiring nerves
Whilst watching stances disappearing
Chancers wait to try it on
Consider risk-maintaining stakes
Ask what can we afford to lose
Whilst still expecting lucky breaks
Categories:
conmen, confidence, corruption,
Form: Couplet
There are no greater walls that we'll ever find
Than those self imposed by our own fragile mind
To say I know all with the wall of hubris
Till skills are no more by our learning remiss
To listen to conmen - the wall of blind greed
Till felled by sheer ruin - left lying to bleed
To do what we're told without asking why
The wall of obedience - our freedom bye-bye
To pass up life chances - the wall of cannot
Till life says no more and we end up with squat
Build up all four to make up a sealed room
And just add a roof top to make it our tomb
Categories:
conmen, analogy, life, truth,
Form: Verse
Door opens
And the door shall be opened,
At humanitys fall,
And the thief and the beggar, hoping ,
That the share is for all,
The evil and bad, will shamefaced be,
When the great judgement comes ,
Comes by air, land, and sea,
Conmen an shysters, all liars of course,
Will be caged with the dealers, of cars and the horse,
The bully so nasty will be made to feel small,
And the morally corrupted will swing off one ball,
If you don’t get a mention, perhaps you will be,
To sit with the Righteous, in good company,
Be good, be generous, where eer your gaze falls,
Our Master comes bringing some taste of the gall.
Sponsor Paula Swanson
Contest Name Opened Doors
Categories:
conmen, adventure,
Form: Ballad
dreampt of jesus
he had a beautiful smile
modern man of heaven he was
took me out on the town
went to the strip club
opened the door
perverts
walked down the road
to the bingo hall
any other good bingos
to the soup kitchen
soups on
Now im not cupid
reading signs of the heart is not my thing
eyes mislead me to sure things
fall asleep in my own dreams
the cats in the kitchen
special sauce
dog wearing pearls
and her red dress
whats for diner
it just walked in
does that mean anything to you?
in the midst
the plot gets thick
simple structure
souls speaking to another
dreams meaning something
communicating in different ways
wake up to a world
scattered with lottery tickets
walking down the street with a black balloon
different colored shirts of actors and conmen
walking on the muddy water
walking on the muddy water
its not the money but the principle
business or no pleasure its the principle
Categories:
conmen, imagination, introspection, lifeme,
Form: Free verse