To whom life has lost its savor
The irrational does favor:
To whom existence is a bore
Breaker of Untouchable Law...
Exactly so with Bored Rhonda,
Ready to hug Anaconda,
Eyes planting to the Romantic,
Self lending in the Pedantic...
I would same say of Hunter:
The swayed by life - Bursting Thunder,
Who a try gives The Ecstatic,
Life helping with The Synthetic...
To whom life has lost its savor.
Daily swallow of Saliva.
He is An Empty Survivor:
Satan's Misguided Conniver.
helpful or harmful
MacGyver or conniver
~ spidey-sense tingling
7/15/2022
Senryu (for you)
Image by Mark Toney using canva.com
Rod Humphries was raging
As Keir Starmer came staging
You covid conniver!
Such lies lit this pyre'
Neath the sign of the Raven
He inferred of Keir coward craven'
Undeterred by a minder
He barred the sidewinder
Now more are wiser
We await a decider'
©Joe Maverick 22-4-2021
She listened to him grovel,
realizing he deserved no mercy
she recognized him from another time
the court was watching
so she pretended to be considering his plea
all the time plotting a slow unnatural painful death
for this conniver, fraud, and freakish abuser of women
Glad to be the power of the throne now,
holding herself back from instantly cutting off his head
for she wanted him to have a very slow demise.
cagey conniver, thief,
swift of foot, sleigh of paws,
meticulously watching, grabbing
more than your share
sleuthful detection,
watching me put the feed
into the birdfeeder, knowing you are there,
but not seeing your keen eyes
Your fluffy tail would give you away
but you are wily. It is tucked way up high
so I cannot see it. I feel you there, but have no proof
When I go back into the house you
empty the feeder with your greedy, grubby
paws. Why not? You have already eaten
all of my walnuts!
Our golden retriever, is a golden conniver
Knows how to act all cuddly we've discovered
To get what she wants
Does her little dance
So appealing, really difficult to admonish her
Trump Lacks Moral Fiber
Trump seems to think that he is a survivor,
When really having been definite conniver;
A real pain,
Even in rain,
Who always lacks any trust or moral fiber.
Jim Horn
Midst our covenant of trust and fidelity
I succumbed to luring temptation’s delight
As a faith-traitor, flirting with world’s enmity
Oblivious of my vow to love GOD fully right.
Guilty was I of betraying my Redeemer
Grieving Him, I confessed as an evil conniver…
Faithful*, He pardoned, drawing me to Him closer.
Meanwhile, in the trial court I stood as scam-victim
Facing the culprits, my trusted friends, in pain’s grim
Since they fooled our contract by their deceitful whim.
Struggling hard to accept their “sorry” with pity
I agonized bearing load of my justice-plight
Thus, I prayed to be a true “forgiveness-giver”
Grateful to God that I received His grace to the brim!
*1John 1:9 If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.
November 21, 2018
Edited on June 26, 2022
2nd place, "Forgiveness" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon; judged on 7/18/2022.
So what are we reduced to?
This dust in the atmosphere
Abandoned by all we're used to
We're no longer welcome here.
The pressure's building like always
10 feet under a sea of lies
Lurking in dark, murky hallways
Conniving till one soul complies.
This is what he is reduced to
And yet his kingdom somehow thrives
A nagging devil, by now I'm used to
Destroying angels and innocent lives
Temptations as prevalent as ever
But I'm on the rock - firm and sincere
No matter how cunning or clever,
He's no longer welcome here.
Our golden retriever, is a golden conniver
Knows how to act all cuddly we've discovered
To get what she wants
Does her little dance
So appealing, really difficult to admonish her
How Much of Trump
If a conniver
Can we be a survivor
From Trump and tall tales.
Jim Horn
He kept tabs on me at first, just like he was a stalker
then turned on his charm and became a sweet talker
I was too naïve to realize why he was being so nice,
and all the while his duplicitous heart was cold as ice.
He led others into his lair with all his trash talkin lies
and they fell for his garbage. They wouldn't criticize
anything he fed them. They continued to do his bidding
and I laughed at them thinking, You've got to be kidding!
Wise up to his disguised friendship, rubbish, and rubble.
I'd love to be the one to burst this charlatan's big bubble.
Forgive me if you think that I'm being harsh and too crass,
but this conniver needs a few good kicks in his deceitful ass!
If any of you reading this want to offer me a helping hand,
we could throw him in a dumpster by our popular demand!
If not I'll find a clever method to expose him on my own.
His crap needs to be flushed away as he sits upon his throne.
7/16/2016
Garbage Contest-Anthony Slausen
I stumble
I fall
I cry to you all
as the tears roll down my face
Liar, Conniver
Sinner
No Beginner
my life goes to waste
A bullet
a rope
A knife and a pill
Misery be over…killing me still
Been up
been down
I cannot be found
as I wander in my heart
Been sweet
been cruel
Been breaking every rule
my soul falls apart
A toke
a line
A can and a stem
All life taken over by them
My excuse is the same
if you know what I mean
I’m an addict
God damn it I got a disease
No booze, no dope, no coke, no rock
clean and serene far from my block
Engaging still in my life of lies
Up and Down. Join the coaster ride
I think I’ll go to the doctor
I need to see what’s wrong
She gives me some pills and
Sends me Along
I am the God you think you know
Conniver of creation
Maker of heaven on the ground
Accepting aggregation
I’m alone and I think you know
Consolation won’t survive
Creation nor destruction
Nor breaking of resolve
Nothing alters this equation
You’re the god that you don’t know
Master of creation
The stallion knowing not its strength
To gallop through salvation
©dbyrne sept 2013
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Keith, Ernesto, Kristin and Diane
Thank you christopher and beyond
I love this soup
Richer than St Elizabeth cow peas
Mannish water or pepperpot
Poetry.com was a bubble in my history
Burst now
I love this family,
O Deborah what a gift
What a Caleb in your tongue
Carolyn sweet as a Irish violin
The little Japanese tea
Served in chinese cup
Thank you
Stacey, Denis, Lena
Karena
Children of a sweeter God
Muse of the okra tongue
Slippery as oil where inspirations run
Under the green sheet of the sun
Laurie, Karen, Brian, Sue
Stacy you too
Orishas of the river woman
Giver to the Shango
Brides, brethren, warrior crew
I am the twister, conniver
The rattle of the drum
You played me
And gentle too,
Lovers are givers and sweet water flows in sweet rivers
Thank you
God for these people, the candles
Of your fireflies
Thank you all for you.
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