Connived Poems | Examples

Moodiness

shadows out of sorts

wicked egos somber

crows on the wire

nature’s conductors

connived brouhaha

The Hidden Girl

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]

Epitome Of Existence

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.

Scribes, Conniving or Naive

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.

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Eulogy

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

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Observations

shadows out of sorts

wicked agos somber

crows on the wire

nature's conductors

connived brouhaha

The Derided Inventor

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.

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June 9, 2022
Contest : Life, Death And Aims Of Stanley Meyer
Sponsored by : Joe Maverick

My Once Was

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 .

It Ain'T How It Should Be

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

One Soul To Another

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

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 ~

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Dandelion Dances

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

The Things I Won'T Admit

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.

Holding On

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

Unknown

Unknown, I moved amidst life,
In streams of fabric unravelled.
Desiring to soar into the sky,
To touch the happiness travelled.

It's gone past, this fleeting feeling,
Of depth gone sour inside the mind.
There are still visions to view
Of what is still left to find.

I must embrace what is unknown.
I must face the illusion dropped.
For inside the turmoil is false,
The legs buckle, the lie stopped.

Wayward thoughts to be controlled;
False starts to be rectified.
Nothing must stop the seeking heart,
Which seeks with lengthy sigh.

The path must be followed, walked.
The dream of life must be connived.
I am slave to no one, and yet,
I am concubine to what is contrived.

Don't force me to be a drone.
Let me not fall to self pity.
I am facing the rest of time,
Which I find is dark and gritty.

Unknown happiness must be mine,
For it is the road I travel.
The anticipation of joyful bliss
When the tension has been unravelled.

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