In a contest between the stupid and the smart,
the stupid, at first, didn't really know where to start.
But after a while
of applying streetwise craftiness and guile,
in the contest between the stupid and the smart ~
the two were actually not that far apart.
Haughty hefty Helga has healthy hatred
Igniting ignorant Inga’s inebriated idiocy
Justifying jealous Julie’s juvenile judgements
Kindling crafty Kara’s crazy critter-like craftiness
Leaving Lonesome Larry loathing lofty lying Leland
Making Malicious maltreated Mallory manageable
Nasty negativity nonchalantly noticeable in Neverland.
Could calm surroundings, with no tempests, be called happiness?
Should pleasures of physique and psyche be happiness-zone?
Could, like money and wealth, this be brought out of craftiness?
Or is it, with virtuousness, in the fields of hearts sown?
Existential meaning and contentment as flesh and blood
Optimism in thoughts, words, and actions is like veins entwined
Challenges, though they resemble thorn bundles, are gladly hugged.
Goals and purposes, with physique and psyche, are aligned.
Smiles and laughs accompany learning newer arts and crafts
Humility, patience, compassion, and gratitude win.
With victory, laurels of value and virtue contracts
Thick and thin need not be to happiness a kith and kin
It dwells within oceans of self. Dive deep, and you will find.
In this quest, you will learn the art of being calm and kind
“That we henceforth be no more children, tossed to and fro, and carried about with every wind of doctrine, by the sleight of men, and cunning craftiness, whereby they lie in wait to deceive;”
Carried about by every wind of doctrine…..
Exploring, exploiting, attacking, craftiness to bait, creatures of the game, trapping, fishing, phish, indire6is it because of attraction or provoc to fish or phishing.
What is she writing in there?
Why does so much of me care?
Is it blasphemy against her mother – me?
Is it something that makes me out to evil be?
I am tempted to go right in and take a peek.
But it might be better if later I go in and sneak.
What’s she doing with that evil pen of hers?
Her words can be poisonous and sharp as spurs.
I have heard them laughing, her and my kin.
She is a bad guy sometimes, my daughter, Pin.
What lies is she throwing down on a page?
If it makes fun of me, I will show her such rage.
What is she doing in there all of the time?
Am I a laughingstock in her stupid rhyme?
What’s happening to me? Why is she taking my power?
When will I get to see her craftiness, in the final hour?
Is she using her diary or just loose pages that be?
Is she creating a missive that makes fun of me?
Absurdity walked this path of a whorish lane,
Dauntingly decked in a dark seductive garb
Egregiously seeks the thrones by craftiness,
Nebulous transverse for the wayfaring man.
Illusions of a well worn thigh concealed with facial mascara.
Killjoy bipolar nagging for control, demanding dominance by demonic antics,
Eccentric public commodity makes it the brothels for quickie.
Acrimony well taught from the market square by “Iyaloja”
Damaging defiance conscripting father to “garri Ijebu” and Fish
Egomania derailed from home and deprived of morals,
Sagged and perforated lurid frame perfumed for a prey
Offensive forlorn factious feigned facades
Lacklustre and noxious mien seduced the prey by lewd bait,
Absurd Incentive the goal, merchandise of greed, A week of affiance.
got the hype for the mike,you can have the horderves, the swerves, the curves, i wont that mike..is that microphone on..it will be when i get it , tha mike that is. my words will flip yo curves from day one cause i'm on it wit that dazzle, suspended in craftiness messin wit yo mind with finesse, got some skills on that mike, got some thrills on that mike got some spills on that mike got some chills on that mike..make you holla..del taco!
The black crow, a stunning bird
A closer look witness colorful inserts
A loyal bird with only one lifetime partner
Play hard, but work harder
Constant construction of the nest
Collecting grub while chicks rest
Spending a lifetime in one residence
I wonder if they have different accents
Meeting the rest of the community
Making sky patterns, cackling in unity
Intelligent species, that's how they thrive
Craftiness helps keep them alive
If a crow dies they gather from all around
A large scale funeral with a massive crowd
I give the old crow massive respect
But my chimney stacks a right mess
They dug a deep hole and
Made a tunnel at the end
They made a
large woodchimmey
And covered the hole
With logs and covered
The logs with iron plates
The had six vents that
Came to the surface
They used bobcats
And frontend loaders
To make the field have
Depth
Walking from the back
Of the circle you felt
Like you were walking
In the Roman Collusium
They made the statium using logs
Two by fours steel beams
Pvc pipes
They sewed together
Ten large tents to make the
Top of the ceiling
They wanted a uniform
Top, the engereeners
Would be awarded for
There craftiness
This might be the beganning
Of some of these guys careers
We want to have this type
Of night for all to remember
We used folding chairs
The heat coming from the
Ground wasbscented
By hickory. They had
Grills below
Were some folks
Cooked bbq
Generates made lights
And the soundmen for the evening
Allow me a bare canvas
And arm me with ample time
I’ll awake my dormant craftiness
Brush strokes in perfect lines
No longer, am I a novice
My world is rich in color
But I want more time to notice
From one mother to another
I long for a sturdy easel
One that smells of fresh pine
My fingers will braise and feel
I’ll be so proud to know it’s mine
Each drip along the way
Will be granted my attention
I’ll find the time, each day
To admire my new addition
I’ll learn to love the splatters
And the tiny hands behind them
Because, I see, that’s all that matters
They’ll be treasured in the end
You see, before, I wasn’t ready
I was average, at my best
But now my strokes are steady
And I see how I’ve been blessed
So grant me one more chapter
I have another round in me
It will be one, filled with laughter
Then my art will be complete
What is wit, they say it's the ability to transmit happiness
With just a simple phrase, we can eliminate much sadness
No skill I admit
Just a fun loving wit
To spread giggles while benefitting ourselves from this craftiness
Life has a funny way of smacking you,
not that I'm laughing,
at the sting of redness,
left on my other cheek.
It is said that karma is,
a word they call a sarcastic woman,
the word that rhymes with,
and almost has the same meaning as witch.
I have waited for karma,
and all her craftiness,
she seems to be taking her good old time,
she is after all,
always threatening to come around.
Maybe it would be better,
if I stopped wishing,
and just realized,
it's not beyond the realms of possibilities,
That karma has already done her job,
been paid,
and is now on a sabbatical,
I think my red cheek has healed.
~Vickie Thayer~Poetry To Ponder~
2017
It was not the sound of babies crying
Or anger,
fear
Old folks dourly discussing
Nor disputes,
debates
Strident voices of cussing
It was not the sound of children weeping
Or taunts,
doubts
Young people rowdily ruminating
Nor oppression
craftiness,
Ungrateful tones of murmuring
It was not the sound of grown ups mourning
Or dementia
regrets,
Middle age crisis managing
Nor depression,
unforgiveness
Poisonous tongues of viper stings
The last sound heard was the sound of death dying
grook
Take honesty; it matters.
Skirting an issue can shape
the truth until it shatters.
Guile provides means of escape.
Candor is what I desire
over cunning craftiness.
How many people will hire
one who’s extremely careless?
Truth in shreds, as I debate
deciding what to do next.
This is one November date
that leaves me more than perplexed.
written July 7, 2016
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