Two scales must balance
for unfaulty and accurate evidence,
the relationship between God
and Humankind must stand;
where impetus winds originate,
there must be a justiciable cause
to sustain such a destructible impact
on those cunningly swerving from right.
Solutions need to be wisely thought out
before the next catastrophe occurs unexpectedly,
whoever makes a solemn promise for prosperity
must keep it or be called a person of deceit.
Who can hold a notorious liar in contempt:
when he smiles and puts on an appearance
different from that of morality, from whence
remorse will emerge for being impudent?
How credible is the trust of a charlatan
when he's in a drunken state and stutters
to convince himself he abstains from lies
and thinks his name is Bobby, not Brian?
A requisition for solutions spare us many pains
to avoid the pitfalls that entrap the naive one;
cleverness and awareness are never out of line,
they're needed to sharpen our senses for gains.
Categories:
cunningly, anger, bereavement, corruption, culture,
Form: Rhyme
The unseen maestro, the wily whistling whisperer,
Cunningly twirls a sway in the bending trees,
Dabs, daubs and draws impasto clouds in the sky,
Lilts, entices, leaves to dance in tune, as it whistles on by.
The field of grass compliant, bends to lithe gusts sly.
Laughing to tickling tongue secrets, beholden in every sigh.
The wind teases waves, torments lakes to ripples.
Their surfaces combed and drawn to rugged stipples.
The wily whisperer winds its way into cracks and holes.
Creating drafts that shake the drapes like ghostly souls.
Defying all attempts to block their breathy intrusion.
You can feel it breathing in and out, expiring confusion.
Oh wily wind, your whispers collude and unwind,
The peaceful slumber of earth and heart entwined.
Categories:
cunningly, peace, wind,
Form: Sonnet
"Why!' The 'why' is irrelevant!
The 'why' is counted for everything,
The Satanic stands for; to bid his.
His soul: aimed at the chaos of humanity.
His nectar is disparity, he harnesses.
He walks and breathes with fervency!
He stands for rebellion, unto which:
He grows bigger and stronger,
Against everything good!
He falsely informs love:
Whereas he is incapable of doing so.
He walks and breathes cunningly!'
Though I walk in the shadows of death;
I shall fear no evil doing unto me.
I am armored; I will be able to stand within.
My battle is hard; his chaos is so strong!
What's this I walk through?
He walks and breathes so cunningly!"
Categories:
cunningly, dark, death, emotions, endurance,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Halfway through learning life you find therein the games
Played by the oblivious and those who made names
Then your simplicity in view begins being challenged
As make believe is by hard facts rearranged
That society is both with and without bearing
For the old warmongering and peace brokering
Continue on side by side
Each taking turns at being follower and guide
And since good and evil formidably are frontiers
Furnishing many men with careers
Many men have become showmen
Obliviously courting omen
They play for whoever pays the pipers
Be they a flock or a brood of vipers
For only to themselves are they loyal
And money is their hearts’ royal
And they call their desertion a sacrifice
Though it be a cunningly justified compromise
And all these the young wait to ruthlessly learn
As we still claim to fight a brighter day to earn
K. Muitherero
Categories:
cunningly, christian, deep, truth,
Form: Rhyme
The One who seeks the end of man
has cunningly devised a plan
to rob him of his Maker’s gifts
through inner and outer conflicts.
Through evil men, He works His scheme
to deprive man of self-esteem
by urging freedom without restraints
and living life without constraints.
The chaos that His scheme creates
Leads nations into dire straits.
Then men arise, who crave power,
as saviors from the dark hour.
Dictators rise when chaos reigns
because it titillates their brains.
And when they get to hold the reins
society is held in chains.
Beware of those who chaos sow
inciting hate and preaching woe.
Such only care for their own gain
And cause real pain, when’eer they reign.
An Enemy lurks in the dark
its aims are clear, its methods stark.
Democracy its doctrine hates,
freedom of conscience it berates.
Behind the scenes its agents sow,
The seeds that to chaos grow.
He who once ruled will rule again
and it will be a tyrant’s reign.
America, return to God
or you will settle for a fraud
If you wish to become great,
Embrace God’s law, heed His dictates.
Categories:
cunningly, america, betrayal, confusion, evil,
Form: Rhyme
One mystic blue night dead still,
I’ll steal the silver full moon,
break it into sharp shards,
and stow them in the backyard
under the shadow of the creepy cloud.
The dark devils will enter with fiend
my anguished heart beating vengeance,
hit hard by the moonless dreary darkness,
and make my boiling enraged blood
turn into lacerating incisive lancet.
The sinister scarlet elixir in my veins
the night will drink like wine,
the shining sequined full moon lost,
it’ll make a black one hollow,
darker than the dread of doomsday.
When the impious wolves will slash
the neck of the frozen stillness,
their ominous bark in the chilled air
will shred the nocturnal chastity, it's time
for moon plucking from sordid shadow.
They cunningly ensnare in an instant
the naive malleable minds unaware,
skillfully wrap with mute trance
the innocent hearts trapped
in the travesty tangle of love.
I’ll slit open their deceitful throats,
slice the reveling saccharine lips
with the harvested sickle moon.
Categories:
cunningly, abuse, analogy, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
"Oh, Mr Flesh! Thou art a skilled warrior!
Only the truly truthful and broken soul can discern thy arts."
"Oh, thou most cunning! Cancerous entity!
To whom it is given to escape thee, is accounted most fortunate!"
"Oh pleasant plague! Sweetly, deadly poison!
Many great and mighty, fallen to thy bewitching wiles!"
"Oh malignant tumor! Subtlety at its finest!
Thy cunningly obscure traps entangles the swiftest of feet!"
"Oh beautiful prison! Keeping men in blissful death!
Happy we are for escaping, and happier are we for those who hereafter will!"
Categories:
cunningly, christian, prayer,
Form: Free verse
Weaselly words deftly ply their sly stench,
As they undo the truth nut with a wrench,
With half-truths, errors and fake news woven
Into a spider's web of lies, stolen.
The cloak of vagueness and doubt created,
Is stained, defaced with deceit, dictated.
To veil intentions with twisted meaning,
Camouflaged in patch-ups so demeaning.
Weaselly words, so cunningly devised,
Mask the truth so despised, with lies disguised,
With watered down and sanitized version,
Of what is real, not a perversion.
The half-truths and straight-faced lies dance and sway,
Twisting meanings in a cunning display,
Masking true intentions, shrouding what's right,
In a cloak of wry words, tainted with spite.
Categories:
cunningly, betrayal, trust, truth,
Form: Quatern
Gaslighting is and does cunningly deceive,
A twisted dance of falsehoods spun around,
Doubt blooms, reality's roots unbound,
Truth Is doubt and doubt is truth world round.
Emotions frayed, like fragile threads they fray,
Confusion reigns, as truth gets led astray,
Yet in this darkness, strength shall rise anew,
Empowered hearts, the gaslight can't subdue.
Categories:
cunningly, 12th grade,
Form: Free verse
If I find one foolish for the job,
Was E Musk’s cunningly lofted lob—
A lob in no man’s ground,
Rare if such a fool's found,
And Tweeter’s stuck with a stuck-up knob!
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Happenings |17.12.2022| Humour
Poet’s note: Elon Musk though committed to quit Tweeter’s top job, still seems stuck there as a sore door knob. For, as he said: It won’t be easy to find one foolish enough for the job— a clever tennis lob from Musk, and as lethal as an ace!
Categories:
cunningly, humor,
Form: Limerick
At the Charlie Norton School of Performing Arts
They only taught armoured acting parts.
They had a special maintenance man
Always kept busy with his little oil can
Keeping the suits free of fleas
And all the joints moving with ease,
Especially the cunningly concealed vent
For the disposal of excrement
And the removal of noxious gasses
Which even the refined on occasion passes.
Trying to learn lines could be hell
When surrounded by your own trapped smell.
In the event of a dearth of suitable parts
They taught other non performing arts
Like sweeping leaves away from drains
In the event of torrential rains.
As this part of the course was free
It didn’t carry its own degree
But for the elite chosen few
It could be a unit of your NVQ.
The Charlie Norton School of Performing Arts
Gives your career a powered kick start
Categories:
cunningly, art, career, education, mentor,
Form: Rhyme
Life has its ups and downs, wins and losses:
that's the nature of the games people play.
We all strive to be one of the bosses:
and yet, fate seldom seems to work that way.
The games begin before we learn to speak,
fun ones, like believing in Santa Claus.
Amongst the many, that game was unique:
and still, some question what its purpose was.
Games introduce us to lies in disguise:
dulling the trauma of being deceived.
To win, one must learn how to improvise:
reality is weirder than perceived.
We play innumerable games of chance:
cunningly crafted, as games of romance.
Categories:
cunningly, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Sonnet
Let me teach you a thing or two
Passed down from elders’ past,
You won’t learn this from library books
Nor technology contrast.
About so-called Australia
About the frontier wars,
About all of my ancestors…
Shot dead upon the shores.
Captain Cook discovered Australia
In my ears they drilled,
School salute the flag of loot
No mention of the skilled…
Cunningly shaping weapons and tools;
For white man broke the lores
Protecting women and children;
Black men in frontier wars.
How they shocked Aboriginals;
The aliens from overseas…
Ordered and rewarded
To hang them all from trees.
When they killed most of the men
Hence minority about,
They raped the women and the girls
To breed the black right out.
Complete success they did not have
As “Australia” tried a-building,
Evilness again transpired
Stealing all the children.
My Mother, My Nana, My great Nan,
All stolen from their parents
The Australian Government did it again-
For slavery insurance.
Categories:
cunningly, abuse, culture, evil, history,
Form: Rhyme
Mrs. Robin, busy as a bee
visits my home's skylight annually
She builds a nest there carefully
her private retreat, only I can see
She commandeers my yard militarily
hopping to and fro imperiously
Ever seeking bark or twig assiduously
to feather her penthouse more comfortably
A half-dozen blue eggs she lays surreptitiously
Settling down over them protectively
Sheltered from the elements so cunningly
She awaits their hatching expectantly...
One day, her chirpings' cease, inevitably
Mrs. Robins' dreams realized successfully
She's flown the coop, perforce happily
Her nest, forlorn ~ stares at me emptily
July 10, 2020
Bird Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance LaFrance
Categories:
cunningly, bird, care, home,
Form: Monorhyme
Shrewd Awakening
Captive
Grinning coyly
She feigns timidity
Cunningly knowing fools become
Ensnared
Categories:
cunningly, tribute,
Form: Cinquain
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