Mutant metronome’s
stygian riddle
inscrutable fixation
spuming
clustered clairvoyance
honing snoopy
quest querulous
quicquidlibet
tamper connived
sinewy stratagem
plimsoll plot
“sneaker” of
wily webfooted
nefarious nudge
at
tenebrific toll
maple smoke
screen screed
clandestine
cobwebs cohere
mohair marinated
muddle
subdued thespian
herringbone hoodwink
skewed camouflage
perused pearl
inveigling
skulduggery rife
underscored cadence
persuasive
percussive rattle
ubiquitous underbelly
prop to
dodgy dialogue
muted ritardando
silhouette streak
dangling magnet
mired in
gauche guesswork
subterfuge sciophobia
inkpot
amorphous machination
fiction wizards
emblazon
indices incipient
embryo empiricism
mouldering
cabinet coterie
spookish svengali
minatorial
repercussions
incurvate
sniffer dog
detective
poirrot’s prognosis
clouseau contingency
that
rivetting mystery
shadows out of sorts
wicked egos somber
crows on the wire
nature’s conductors
connived brouhaha
That story was so sad,
and unbelievably wild--
how they managed to protect
this innocent, small child
It inspired me to check out
more library books
on other Holocaust children
who survived in nooks
Like 14 Survival Stories --
"Hidden Like Anne Frank"
who each had some brave people
in Amsterdam to thank
Except, UN-like poor Anne Frank,
these other ones survived
in the right place, at the right time,
resistors "connived" :)
[My reaction to reading:
"The Hidden Girl: A True Story of the Holocaust"
By Lola Rein Kaufman, Lois Metzger]
With empty capacious containers
the living entities
arrive arrogant
and depart desolate,
in between turn into
greed slaves to snatch
the unearned fortune,
getting sucked spellbound
within abyss of temptation.
In the inferno of
corporeal passion temporal,
the frenetic flare
laced by luring lust
debases the fervent feeling
of platonic pining,
but in blooming love
it can sparkle sublime
with the patina of penchant.
The chase of mirage
in the deceptive ego desert
etches the fragile footprints
of delusive dominance
with sandstorm trajectory,
but the squall of strife
over the dune of dwindled life
subsides in the inner space
of latent love configured
in the conceded cauldron
of self-less surrender.
In the blazing realm
of connived conflict
sane senses of sobriety
turn into cinder,
flaming the fiber of prudence,
but the shower of sagacity,
spurting from love fountain
with divine flamboyance
douses the fire of disdain
and
with the allayed ashes
fabricates the framework
of cordially congruent
epitome of existence.
Led by star,
Wise men came
to worship.
The Scribes connived;
or were they just
naive about
the secret plot
and very evil
intent of the King?
Oh, what irony!
He believed Scripture,
but used it to kill.
121923PS
Eulogy
There was a time I said farewell
To my dear father on that sad day
My beaten path I choose not to retell
I connived of how our lives were at bay
I spoke of his how his ship had passed
And that his family rode his decks in sync
And were saddened that our ride didn’t last
I spoke like how the Titanic didn't sink
My eyes caught my family members
I could see the exchanges of knowing looks
Because they, too, remember the embers
Of how father burned the pages of their books
I sang like there were songbirds in my heart
That his sunny shores brought us up nice
And we're honored to be of his upstart
Because I wanted the farewell to end in peace
2/13/23
Writing Challenge - E Words Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Constance La France
1st
shadows out of sorts
wicked agos somber
crows on the wire
nature's conductors
connived brouhaha
An independent inventor, Stanley Meyer
Delved into his innate cauldron of genius
Thought ingenuously out-of-the-box
He’d revolutionize the automobile industry.
He claimed to have designed an engine
That he designated as the water fuel cell
Using the established principle of electrolysis
Of water making hydrogen, burnt to generate energy.
Although the concept in theory seemed feasible
Meyer couldn’t demonstrate that it really worked
Skeptics branded the claim pseudoscience and fraudulent
So, water as an engine fuel remained a myth.
Meyer’s innovative design interested some investors
His effort and idea upset the influential oil companies
It’s unclear if his untimely unusual death was connived
Or he actually succumbed to cerebral aneurysm.
Meyer failed to give the world unlimited supply of fuel
But he survives in mystery as a derided inventor.
_____________
June 9, 2022
Contest : Life, Death And Aims Of Stanley Meyer
Sponsored by : Joe Maverick
You have been my enjambment,
The who i used to call tangent.
Your looks connived,
And i was conviced .
Yet you left without a notice .
I saw your messages
Tons like spiderwebs ,
They struck my heart ,
A jibed such scars .
Dear my once was my happiness
And so you know ,you gave lessons
For i am not a fool ,
For i was never a tool ,
Those heartbreaks and headboards ,
Will one day make me a perfect lover .
As this mad, mad world turns on a bedeviled tilt,
empirical evidence suggest
compassionate global warming regret
has gotten the cold shoulder
Scoffers with frostbitten hearts
buoy iceberg lies
Titanic size
Alternate spin facts
submerge the meltdown truth
Letting only half-life decay utterances
be the doubt-filled vapor proof
Hidden double-crossed deceit
runs dark principality deep —
Veiled villainy ain’t how it should be
Connived highly classified
camps of coin concentrated thievery
Where vox false profits
filthy lucre soil the bottom line sheet
Vexed minds rolling thumbs down on a troubled axis;
pandemic anxiety,
fretting continually
over premature burial thoughts
Death debt collector
want delinquent souls to pay their Grim Reaper taxes
The pauper field bleeds pawn puppet many
Yet, ill misfortune still
duly befall rook parrots of publican plenty
Equitable death is really a hollow, pale victory curse noted —
Same coffin justice ain’t how it blessed should be
Would this wobbling world take a naked pause tear coated ...
empathetic rest could cure the work of evil deeds
I feel your pain, and yet I'm unable to rescue you
from yourself, and I know in my heart
I never will.
Looking into your eyes, I see both doubt and love,
wondering why I care.
I found a boy locked in a man's body, and my heart ached!
You were friendless, helpless, and hopeless;
how could I not care!
My heart instantly made room for you and welcomed you in.
Something beautiful happened the day
you found a father; I found a son!
You lied, you stole, and you connived,
but I wouldn't let go,
and neither would you!
I'm all you have,
and I want to make a difference in your life.
Separate we're weak, missing a piece of ourselves,
but together we're strong,
supporting each other with our love.
My presence will continue to touch your life, unto death.
I hope we meet again in paradise
and greet each other, one soul to another,
my son!
(Free Verse)
3/12/2018
My mind connived~
But did not fathom ~
The rolling ideas ~
So darkly hidden ~
The plaintive wrath in ~
I jumbled around ~
Overloaded a delicate mind ~
Fretting all about ~
Watching sparrow fly ~
The soar so high, infinitely kind ~
Dwarfed inside a dell ~
Greenery so plush I lay ~
Amongst the fresh cut clover ~
Doused by words unknown ~
I am showered by their way ~
Dandelion dances ~
Bout the ash coals ~
My brain races forth ~
Put stretched arms to meet mine ~
Falling down within the shoals ~
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DANDELION DANCES:
My mind connived
But did not fathom
The rolling ideas
So darkly hidden
The plaintive wrath in
I jumbled around
Overloaded a delicate mind
Fretting all about
Watching sparrow fly
The soar so high, infinitely kind
Dwarfed inside a dell
Greenery so plush I lay
Amongst the fresh cut clover
Doused by words unknown
I am showered by their way
Dandelion dances
Bout the ash coals
My brain races forth
Put stretched arms to meet mine
Falling down within the shoals
As much as I hate to admit it,
Everything you are probably thinking is probably true.
Because every day I think of you,
and the awful things you used to do.
Yet I smile, yet I laugh
yet I still give a crap
When realistically I shouldn't want anything to do
with you.
You Cheated
You lied
You cried and you
Connived
but the more I think ill survive
the less i actually strive
to contrive
a reason for existence
every day I see you standing there
with that Oh-So-Innocent stare
as I pass by you on my way to class
but when you don't know I'm looking
I can tell how you are really looking
sunken in, broken down
and everyday I hope you've found
a reason to say you are sorry
a reason to take me back
a reason to see that everyone of those other girls
lacked
but you never have
you never will
I guess its a good thing
I can lie to myself still.
Bounty
of landfall.
I am collecting your berries.
The castle
has connived with the moat
to end an era.
The first step
ends the journey.
An avatar has accepted the bribe.
Gather the tents
and return the sky.
My morale is sinking very low.
The dream
will wash the eyes
to read the book again.
Satish Verma
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