Velvet murmur hue
intuits bright peep day clue
yet dark sky sports smirk!!
Sly sombre omen,
magpie in mute throat a ruse,
connivance in jest!!
Rain coat, brolly, cap,
light shower from downcast vault,
or oddball dry spell!!
I will show you what the F B I have now informed officially to everybody.!
The survivors unredacted life details
Those make this writes title, is that all? You May well ask of me.? There is more to
The point i raise.' If that is the situation?
How many then are the affected
humans in real
Total.? In this botched investigation? It must be very, very many.'l? And the bureau
Confirms they are ( indeed survivours ) if
So from what? and therefore whom? You
Know I beleive there has been connivance'
That their has been procedure unfair.' A
Reluctance; to bring the law to bear' though perpetrators were reported.'
To skullduggery some officials have resorted.' Unlawfull and mal-feac-iously so
I call for redress also, now immiediatley so!)
Capitalism. It is what it is;
Accurate and efficient ...
Pity that humans
egoistically little understand it ...
Connivance can be pusilamine,
But it's not a sign of weakness ...
It is an option for the strongest!
In politics, it is not used
Just good for the good ...
Not even evil for evil ...
Everything can be reversed,
It depends on the support you have ...!
In politics you live for her,
or if you live it ...
Usually the two
practices are confused ...
Sometimes everything we need,
It's a right word, at the right time
To then realize the act ...!
Persecuting good,
Sleeping with enemy,
God sees you funny.
His earnest quest for survival
Has meant off-and-on revival,
Bus boarding to far-off crusades,
For weeks avoiding nice brocades…
Not anymore one who’d bubble,
Sometimes chin with a week’s stubble:
Arch enemies in connivance,
The injurious for contrivance;
Had in dreams poisoned his noodle
And Christ said “Straight into puddle!”
Enemies flexing raw muscle,
God making it Divine Tussle…
His fervent quest for survival
Has meant much speedier arrival
For their camp’s redemptive prayer
That should fortify John Sayer.
Images from a cogged apparatus.
Fingertips toggle milled brass
abreast a concertinaing leather.
Tripodal spread, pegged legs.
Women paused in pose,
a gilded stillness.
A plump bosom peek-show.
Wide-open lens revealing
knee’s, and ankles,
silky ribbons; lace decorously draped
over a connivance of modesty.
A gentleman photographer
throws a dark curtain over
his head.
The models are captured
framed as they are
inside a light-box of silence.
An artist has added a color tint,
their cheeks are rouged
lips glossily red.
A luster and filigree
of bygone corsetry teases the eye.
Posturing in an upper room.
A warm lamp licks Tiffany shades,
shadows halted in mid-flicker.
Feathers and brocade adjusted,
imagination moves, veils fall,
flesh flexes.
Their legacy a démodé,
an optical glow from a yesteryear,
one to be admired in secret.
From the grave he's torn,
the cow was milked and adored,
from her womb he's born,
her sister is barren and forlorned.
Deep is his mother's sorrow,
long ago before his tomorrows,
forgotten from,
the one called son.
Twisted his roots they grew,
well watered and spewed,
dig, dig, dig,
those dirty shrews.
She ponders in silence,
there is no alliance,
their skillful contrivance,
assisted by her connivance .
I hear what they all say,
you see what they all do,
then one day,
there's no more memories of you.
Only a few will bear witness
and stand before such connivance
in its dew of blood
to rip the tongue
and the truth
becomes
the enemy of everyone
Only a few will see
and feel the rusted iron
nailed to the wood of disbelief
payment due in blood
to parch the throat
as the truth becomes
the enemy
of everyone
Yet contrivance earns its pittance
of believable lies
and the few will bear witness
to the faithless stone cold eyes
and none shall know God
for the truth
has become
the enemy of everyone
And the few will weep
to retain such agony to themselves
as the truth will sleep
for the bitter mouths have spoken
with the mockery of thorns
Zizyphus Spina Christi
to keep the deception warm
just as hell has its place
when the the truth becomes the enemy
of everyone
Black liberation
BLM is a good and timely thing that happened
it freed black- America from the stigma of slavery
and freedom of the psychological burden
of being second class citizens.
But it was not meant to be a liberty to do as one pleased
upending statues and robbing stores.
This brings us to the police that must have the right
to to arrest trespassers,
But I fail to see why the law have to kill people because
they refuse to be arrested.
Let us bring back how slavery came about, it was
not a gang of white men running around catching people,
they could not have done this without the connivance
of the leading chieftains who had no hesitation
selling their own for a hefty profit.
I think this is important for the black-Americans to take
this into consideration before all white people are
brushed out of the true history
Of hate they say the devil has a plan
to succumb each
the mania ferocious chemicals of fear
aye the trickster rubs his gleeful hands
as the collusion of men
give to evil
true evil in the intrigues of ego
bid their righteous anathema
upon a perfection
so wrought
by infinitesimal clay
these miracles of a immortal hands
Tiny vulnerable
as by protection
lay in womb and cradle
all in love molded
of pattern and passions conduit
shall the future be
this little beginnings burning ember of life
Mothers and Fathers
have spoken the words of gods
entered upon and eternal pact
yet interred become
in connivance of the demons sons
as to paradise
have brought their wreck
cast about with currish net
and dragged the lambs to noxious depths
Aye a child stand upon the navel of the world
energetic tree ancient in rooted earth
reminder of a universal anthems
esoteric for all of choice
shall speak the language of a thousand tongues
and still
echo all
with only one voice
Woe indeed
to those who defame the word of love
TOXIC STATE Double Acrostic
Troubling terribly
Opting to overcome.
X-axis and Y-axis of mind distorted,
Indicating
Chaos or crazy connivance.
Stoically shattered sick
Totally turbulent.
Arid abusive
Tottering torpidity
Enraged erratic.
12/09/16
Toxic State Contest by FJ Thomas
F aceless is the connivance of our deadly foe
A llegiance to our Saviour is the way to go
I mmutable services of great magnitude
T rust in holy teachings shall not be misconstrued
H abitual desire brings us to our knees
I mmeasureable lifetime soul courses for trainees
S purious thoughts and emotions deter progress
A tonement for misdemeanours, less we regress
P atrick, an alcoholic, forgot how to pray
O bedience to his true faith dissolved away
W alking through Central Park to his own detriment
E mbodiment entity of evil descent
R ose up before Patrick with purposeful intent
F ascinated he approached his deadly demise
U plifting his face to see his assailant's eyes
L andscape of verdant grasses, bright bluest of skies
T emperate climate, with many birds to enthrall
H ow, why, where could he be? Perhaps, dreaming it all
I mage of Jesus formed, as he heard his name call
N umbed by anaesthetic, he vowed to live again
G lorifying his Saviour for a life regained
I am a traveler in the pain’s domain
In its vast and abounding circumference
Whatever I sow gives a crop of pain
The sky overcast and a gloomy ambiance
My love, my longings are all in vain
Birds of hope deserted the tree of life
My body is a prison and soul in chain
The departing spring cuts me like knife
Moon peeps through clouds to brighten
My dark nights to keep me from despair
Flowers with their vivid smile enlighten
But my soul’s agony is beyond compare
Tears of a child make me melancholy
It hurts me when I see a withering flower
It pains me when I perceive a falling tree
I’m sad when human relations are sour
Conflicts and wars tear me down
I’m tormented by the people’s plight
Suicide bombers and killings in town
Vanquished honesty and the evil’s might
It agonizes me to see malicious deeds
The evil doer’s connivance & accord
My feelings meet my heart’s needs
For the kingdom of pain I thank my Lord
From the depths of the womb came selfishness,
Unawre of his mission he made a decision,
To shirk the condition of conscience,
Congenitally egocentric sucked the breast of fervor,
Unaware of his mission he made a decission,
To view empathy only as a self server,
Genetically gifted he learned the art of deception,
Unaware of his mission he made a decision,
To manipulate all actions and never to question,
Innately glib he used words as weapons,
Unaware of his mission he made a decision,
To say what is best for given situation,
Close to the point of no return a realization came to Beezelbub,
That omnipotence is not cowardly connivance,
Rather that principles formed from scrupulous contrivance,
Make one great in the eyes of love,
So now aware of his mission man began to become,
The servant of God and overcome whence he comes.
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.