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.
There’s a cry for help, we choose to ignore,
although our first response was to reach out,
for it’s a pattern, we have seen before,
thus valid is our thought, that does now doubt,
so stifle empathy, that tends to sprout.
We wish that heart over our head holds sway,
with love and light divine, as our mainstay,
yet there’s no need for us to trauma bond,
so we guard our well being, as we pray,
for where is the fun, in being so conned?
24-October-2021
A loser,
A narcissist,
A liar,
A thief,
And a louse,
She Conned my poor mother,
then moved into her house,
Suddenly mother dies,
Under whose care?
Was there foul play?
Only Shannon could say,
Then as rep of her estate,
She continued her ruse,
Began spending money,
with nothing to lose.
Finally removed,
Judgment Awarded,
$54K
But will we ever see it?
Chances are slim,
For her crimes,
Jail is fit,
But why does she not go?
Apparently Covid 19,
Protected the hoe.
feels like I'm hanging
Grin with the swing
my would be judges
stare at feet
while my bulging eyes
see the wind
as it flutters
the tree at the end of the street
you can't kill free
it will always breathe
Tina learnt to knit her own sweater
Instructions followed to the letter
Many stitch she did drop
Gave too many a strop
When made looked like been through a shredder
Next she wanted to learn to crochet
Make flowers tied into a bouquet
Got her yarn in a twist
Knots and ties would not shift
But did look like a crochet toupee
Decided to learn how to hand sew
With pretty ribbon make a hairbow
Kept pricking her finger
Soreness pain did linger
Her fingers now size of her elbow
Not to give up, tried live art drawing
Felt that was her natural calling
Excited and nervous
Felt hot as a furnace
Of male model on all fours posing
No dangly bits was shown to be drawn
Disappointed felt little bit conned
She drew him very well
All her friends she did tell
As an artist was were she belonged.
18.12.20
She knew she wasn't the
first shy girl conned beneath
a scintillant moon.
Why do boys lie so
- inveigling fabrications
- hoping to impress?
Why interlace fibs,
when, from first sight, she had longed
for his carnal lips?
Now doubts danced - as if
evil spirits were called and
asked to watch, and gloat.
"I can't talk to you
again," she said, "after all
- you’re a stranger."
She doubted he cared
- she doubted everything, like
she had a soiled heart.
The rain falls hard outside.
Grey clouds fill the skies.
A cold feeling is here.
The lost feelings won’t disappear.
What of us now?
Life’s changed beyond doubt.
Life where once we lived free.
Now freedom’s not the same
for you or for me.
Now they’re happy to risk lives
to let Christmas survive.
They’ve conned, betrayed and lied.
They’ve broken a country’s pride.
They’ve stolen so much from our lives
There’s no refuge from this evil tide.
Covid has destroyed so many lives
Christmas will see Covid let run wild.
With more destruction to come
A new year where political madness will run.
A new year where people will see the England
we knew fall into a new age of insanity.
A new year where people will feel
the total destruction of our economy.
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