his eyelashes were dark and thick
he had a smile that was almost a trick
dazzling personality had this man too
he had conned several wives, twenty-two
DOWN GOES PAM BONDI
FOR TRUMP JUST ONE MORE BLONDIE
PAM SAYS TRUMP CONNED ME
Feeling sad and alone
Depression is prone
Can cuddle for an hour
Turns others sour
Too intense for some
Only get a crumb
Important for skin contact
Between different people big contrast
Need extra time to bond
Head feels a bit conned
When the heart hurts
The mind inverts
Feels like rejection
But is only a perception
How the mind can play games
Would be easier to take it to the flames
I always dressed exactly like my dad.
New fashion never interested me.
No sooner in than it’s gone out of date.
I’ll not spend money on a passing fad.
It’s all a con as far as I can see
And being conned is something that I hate,
Not that I’m a square: I get there in the end.
I have a system that I think is great.
I shop at Oxfam for my clothes you see,
So I still keep up with each fashion trend.
Just five years late
It appears we 'soupers have' a nemisis
Mean..Old campbell is accused of printing
lumps of faux-meat it really seems.' If people have been conned, into eating this
UN-Real-junk!) I advise a purge, send to
Independant food testers any such, photo
Can details, and proof of your post.' Then
Contact good lawyers.' Who can then make
This company toast.'
a desire in our heart arises
to resurrect an epiphany that dawned
but volition mitigates surprises
soul again by ego conned
Behind silvery gray animus clouds, the moon does hide.
The night does cry; its heartbeat rise and falls, like the tide.
Celestial, sleepless, unbending, cold night gathered overhead,
Veiling eerie shadows, eternal time with hideous guise, dread.
Idle and dank, surrounded by broken-down fencing and gnarl skeletal tree,
A grave “No TRESPASSING” sign forbidding entry to the beastly;
Hangs warding off the unwanted and those had doubts,
Only spiders spurred, floating sticky secure line hidden hereabouts.
Wind weaves through mangled limbs with howls, and spies embed
A gaunt, ghostly, hollow, hooded man, sickle in hand, in its stead;
Reaping of life, lifting his black haunting mound shroud a ted.
Condemned, refusing to release its ghostly dead.
Strain, howling, a full moon he stands, searchingly ahead;
Pain screams rip from his throat, bones, and soft tissue bled.
A stir in the air dares to forsake, on, as he falls to his knees, unfed.
Conned the night a moment longer, blood it did crave, then fled.
Hello, a word so sweet, so divine,
Igniting smiles, making hearts align.
Heartfelt, Harmonious, Heavenly greetings abound,
Embracing, Enduring, Everlasting connections found.
Laughter, Love, and Lively interactions we share,
Lasting, Luminous, Loyal affections we bear.
Overflowing, Optimistic, Overarching welcomes we extend.
A simple "Hello" where friendships never end.
Hello, a phrase that warms the soul,
A bridge that helps us reach our goal.
It opens doors, it builds a bond,
A connection that cannot be conned.
“In the realm of words, where meanings entwine,
There lies a marvel, an AI divine.
A poet’s companion, imaginative in grace,
An AI poem generator, painting verse with embrace.”
“With electrical pulses, it sparks to inspire,
Crafting stanzas that soar higher and higher.
Unleashing metaphors, similes imbued,
Like a symphony of thoughts, forever renewed.”
These first two stanzas are artificial, you see.
They are AI generated, and are not from me.
The last two are mine and not a con,
I’m afraid the day of the poet has come and gone.
Is the site being invaded by the AI poet,
are we being conned and just do not know it?
Praising of false poets just makes my heart ache,
just open your eyes and you will see what is fake.
I have felt betrayal, been broken hearted. I've been called names and taken advantage of.
I have been used, manipulated and conned and made to do things I didn't want to do.
I have allowed these things to happen. I have been an enabler, a just smiled and kept going.
These have built a rage inside of me that comes from the pit of my stomach it's like a bear waking after the winter to no good.
I am starving for love and furious that I have been betrayed and deprived of it.
I could attack and find a feast or i can learn from it and prepare myself for next winter and stock up on what I need so this doesn't happen again.
I'm not a baby bear I'm a grown bear full of wisdom in the bank and prepared to use it this time, because I can see a feast for many that would like to sit on my table after the winter and appreciate and treat me well, and for the leeches, the takers the Narcissistic snakes, let them try to size up someone else but be prepared to take me on.
Because I am a Bear fiercer than many, try to do me wrong, but remember I'm not forgiving.
The poinsettia is a rare plant, indeed,
Its vivid red leaves outperform its tiny flower,
In Africa, it achieves the height of an oak tree
Exploding in vivid red like a bedecked tower
Decorated for a special holiday occasion.
Our guide was astounded we paid for a frond
While here bouquets are had for the picking,
Making me feel like, back home, we are conned.
They grow, he said, from a stick in the ground
I never can keep one alive for more than a week
Then, I looked at him and noticeably frowned.
Six dollars I pay for a stem with two blossoms,
Suspecting they’re a cutting that will not thrive.
As I stared at the magnificent poinsettia tree
Clement blithely said, “Well, here they’re free!”
Written December 3, 2022
In the middle of doing good for someone
Did you ever learn you were being conned?
Or, discover that someone you admired --
[Someone of whom you were very fond]
Was setting you up for a sudden letdown?
You were unable to recognize that ugly smirk
You never picked up on that random frown
So enamored you failed to see beyond, [and]
Before you knew it, some synapse fired
Like a light bulb switching on, it dawned,
And then, you knew the friendship was done.
Written March 17, 2022
[Verso-Rhyme ABCDE-F-EDCBA]
Gran had had a busy night
And so I manned the van
I said if you want ice cream, Kids
This evening, I’m your man
All the children shouted out
It’s Gran we want to see
Because there’s not much cash about
She gives us ice creams free
I said that's just the kind of thing
That Ice Cream Gran would do
So if she gives out free ice cream
I’ll do the same thing too
Those kids sure had an appetite
And many asked for two
A couple ordered three or four
And soon my stock was through
I drove the van around to Gran’s
Its chimes I couldn’t ring
For when she let me take the van
She said, ‘DON’T TOUCH A THING.’
I told her that the kids were grateful
For her charity
But when I told her what I meant
She simply glared at me
And when she spoke she said to me
You know of you I’m fond
But those kids saw you coming
You were well and truly conned
In future I will serve the kids
And combat villains too
And telling of my exploits?
Well, I’ll leave THAT to you.
His wife did the presents instead,
as Santa was staying in bed -
he thinks she is slow
and she didn't know
the elves were all giving him head!
for Andrea's Christmas limerick contest
The killing of a nation
Women’s right is at a crossroad, the right to education
work for a corporation sitting at the table of decision making
that is useful for business but not unsafe for people.
They are conned we all have conned into
thinking this is the future.
The highest accolade a person can win is to give birth
to new life and bring them up to be sound
and kind member of the society, only a woman can do this
but many of them have forsaken what is important in life
New life.
Every woman in Europe should have five offspring
or the civilization we live in will die out.
Instead, we vilify single mothers for giving birth
we have to pay for we should put them on a pedestal
for bringing life into the world.
Abortion is killing the nations of Europe, but we do not
understand the implications of this
We become a minority to a culture alien for us
Women who have done their heroic duty
are vigorous enough to run a nation.
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