Exhausted played out past the point of no return
and yet while I have breath there's a will
and still the fire within shall burn
but what with all the crooks connivers
cheats con men shuckers and jivers
it's a wonder such a sensitive soul as I
is here now and how quite aliver
tho' neither nor big or small
nothing at all is made to last
as day by day we waste away
and it feels like I'm fading fast
when looking back before lights out
with but one life to spend
lived its span on my terms to the candle's bitter end
and I know when it's time to go all will be as it should
there'll be no regrets along the lines of
if only I'd done it when I could
Categories:
connivers, humorous, identity, life, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme
Heard this one... a dog has an owner, a cat has staff
Behind their stoic appearance, they all sit and laugh
Poor suckers we are
It's totally bizarre
How they manipulate our feelings, they own our ass
Categories:
connivers, animal,
Form: Limerick
We were the last two we thought; anyway this was my guess.
We had both looked for days. His name was Mr. Dan Wess.
He was much older than me, and suggested we get a canoe.
I thought it a good idea; since it was only us two.
We loaded it with food, but it was too heavy to go.
So we had to toss out some stuff, as you probably know.
We steered that canoe through town after town.
There truly were no other inhabitants anywhere around.
Let’s keep steering south, he suggested with power.
I was not against it, but I needed a pretty good shower.
So we stopped long enough to have a dinner and a bath.
We commandeered a kitchen, and made a pretty good path.
Shall we leave a note in case there are any other survivors?
I looked at him closely. Was he one of the evil connivers?
Could I trust this guy? This stranger? This weird little man?
We traveled to the end of the world, me and this Dan.
Categories:
connivers, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
So many words, such boring waffle
Posturing peacocks, whispering snakes,
Actions so twisted doubtful if lawful
A bunch of connivers, dithering flakes.
In the House which they rule
They pointed and frowned
Lectures unending as if back at school,
Comments unwelcomed, arguments drowned.
Then to the Senate the matter was sent
Pelosi's grandstanding the Media in tow,
Swaying opinion her only intent
Her hands animated, her face all aglow.
But Mitch was just waiting,
Lurking, knives drawn,
Biding his time skillfully baiting,
For he had the Queen, they just the Pawn.
Here comes their bleating
Lost sheep wailing foul
They accuse us of cheating
Which makes me just howl.
Boy I like winning
It's such a huge high,
I so can't stop grinning
While watching them cry.
Now the deal's done
This farce put to bed,
I'll continue to stun
As I forge way ahead
They thought they could win
By playing the part
But if acting's a sin
I've mastered that art.
Another four years
Of me and my tribe,
No matter their tears
To me they'll subscribe.
Categories:
connivers, angst, humor, parody, political,
Form: Quatrain
Heard this one... a dog has an owner, a cat has a staff
Behind their stoic appearance, they all sit and laugh
Poor suckers we are
It's totally bizarre
How they manipulate our feelings, they own our ass
Categories:
connivers, cat,
Form: Limerick
Thus I sail the sacrificial scabrous seas and touch tormented tides
Battle-scarred in the breeze and washed ashore where evil hides
The Sun regrettably retreats where malice mortals digressively dare
Walking barren saliferous streets where I live on a penniless prayer
The citadels of submission crucially crumble where they saintly stand
In their unholy cognition you are a slave to their carnivorous command
Embedded in stone my tangential tears will endure beyond the grave
Bludgeoned to the brutal bone by the unlawful carnal knowledge knave
Lost in oblivion my blood runs calamitously cold by the river's edge
Beware the Ophidian with sabotaging scales leaving you on the ledge
Deceivers of the realm punitive penetrators connivers as they clutch
They manipulate and overwhelm with their torturous tender touch.
Let's stop the abuse...and spread the real love
Aug.01.2017
Let's talk about it
Sponsored by: Richard Lamoureux
1 original, poem on the theme of abuse, emotional, sexual or physical.
Any form is acceptable.
Categories:
connivers, abuse, loneliness,
Form: Rhyme
There once was a bus trip to taken
two groups was trouble in the making
All women, need I say more
whose beauty men could not ignore
Brunettes thought to be smarter
blondes needed to try harder
To this they were unaware
just trying to be fair
A massive double decker bus
to safety all would entrust
The final decision made
brunettes on bottom, blondes on top
driver delighted, these women are hot
As the trip began, screaming was heard
from the ones above, how absurd
thought the dark haired beauties
Those blondes act so snooty
and they're well, kind of dumb
to this fact we've become numb
But now there is all this drama
have to care for them like their mamas
Brunettes inquire as to what was wrong
this trip was planned for so long
We are having a blast, can you
try to enjoy this while it lasts
Blondes exclaiming
we want off this bus !!
our safety we no longer entrust
You chose the bottom on purpose
so you could sit back and hurt us
You schemers and connivers
at least you have a driver !!!!!
Categories:
connivers, nonsense, satire,
Form: Rhyme
Come. me. come. you.
What an immalleable moment
Oh , Twelve days twelfth night
Make me a victim
of this true surrealism
Come. me. come. you
Commemorating the anointed
In yule, we found yuletide
In Bethlehem we found a world
To the world wisdom rode
On horses stuffed with roses.
Candle lights or cannons?...
Oh my, angels!
This bliss they have come to grasp
'What a nifty memento!'
_Hail virgin Mary,_
this she has conceived
Amid procastinations, colluders
hence, time dealers and connivers
Yet, he be gratified, Him and the spirit
~gold is evil!~ for man is clothed gold
Or man is mischievous otherwise sold
Man is dark-light, betrayal is may
Be him altruistic, selfless, patriotic
All these shall flee, for man is greed
Whencesoever, birth untold, time on hold
feelings unfold-
by messianic prophecies unknown
He died! Aye! he twice did- yet
he lives by the soul, until he returns again..
He felicitates with us, the holy masses of Christ
Categories:
connivers, birth,
Form: Rhyme
I brooded and pondered upon the matter pensively
A revengeful delight as SATAN'S might burnt to embers
While damning others lives, the vixen's tongue slithered smoothly
Her FUTURE plans poisonously clouded our family
Fire, blood, scissored clothes found their way in horrendously
Had read about the protective rings from our saviours
Faith in unchanging destiny made me pray fervently
And trust in the self testified against voodoo destroyers
The SAPPHIRE rock that our family treasures guardingly
Fortified the BLOODLINE from evil eye of beguilers
Bouncing back on the covetous even more ruthlessly
CREATIVE efforts of prayers obliterated connivers
Satan's, Future, Sapphire, Bloodline, Creative
14 syllables per line
June 2, 2016)
Timothy Hicks
Categories:
connivers, allusion, analogy, faith, family,
Form: Quatrain
So many have perished
In a fight for a cause
Combating fake demons
Built just for false wars.
Secular prejudice
Satan’s offspring at heart
Breeds daily with terror
Faith gives it a start.
Infidels’ against sinners
Spin the compass around
Sinners see infidel
There’s no middle ground.
Crusade is a jihad
Influences the same
Modern kings rolling dice
Powers greed is the game.
Young seeking a purpose
Congregate to war cries
Banquets for connivers
Serving articulate lies
Foot soldiers aren’t fighting
Against what they think for
Agendas so twisted
They've caused hundreds of wars.
Categories:
connivers, betrayal, muse, philosophy, war,
Form: Rhyme
The creators handmaiden on an ass,
In modern world would look so crass.
Her trusted guardian by her side,
From kings and connivers she had to hide.
For place to rest they tried their best,
Carrying forward God's chosen test.
Across they saw a manger lay,
To the cattle inside no stranger they;
No moo,no bleat,not a single bray:
For these animals too,was a day to pray.
So small was this cherub at his time of birth,
Sent as the messiah,to heal this earth.
A shining star came into sight,
For the wisest of wise,a guiding light.
With gifts and treasures they did arrive,
To see the redeemer in a manger alive.
Healing those reeling and wracked with pain,
He brought succour to the believers,until was slain.
Although the world is on a massive divide,
Someday he'll return to be mans guide.
All those who made earth their Paradise,
Will surely be judged for their treacherous lies.
---- Princefreakasso{Artist and Poet}
Categories:
connivers, faithworld,
Form: Pastoral
liberal are liars
conservatives are connivers
moderates are misguided
I'm so undecided
Categories:
connivers, philosophy, political,
Form: Rhyme