You creep into our lives, a shadowed cheat,
with shameless claim that you are one of us,
and so with honest poets you compete,
and cause a vile unnecessary fuss.
You take the place of poets that are true
who share their feelings spoken from their hearts,
replacing them with tripe as you pursue
the fame a poet laureate imparts.
You spew your words with elemental ease,
a fraudulent perverse poetic hack;
just blending in and trying hard to please;
your musings flow yet with emotions lack.
Though artificially intelligent
you’re duping us with this embezzlement.
July 9, 2025
Poem of the Day - July 10, 2025
Embezzlement or error.? To jail.? Or maybe never.? One is
Now heading the I M F thats sure clear.' The other awaits
Her fate I now hear.? Judging by the position of her peer
Here.. What will the E U? and court dish out.? Well its un-clear.!
I don't think she'll get the same carriage lagarde did.' The gravy
Train might stop? I don't kid' media descibe, 'lagarde though' as a
( rock star? ) do you think thats going quite a bit; too far?
The world unravels like a threadbare flag—
stitched in whispers, undone by the weight of sky.
You stand accused of love’s ancient crime,
the heart’s embezzlement, the art of leaving.
But who can blame the eternal lover
when the clock rewinds without consent?
The same moon tugs at the hem of the ocean,
the same stars blinking like guilty witnesses,
and here, again, this fragile fabric
of what surrounds us—still stained
from the last time we were here.
To lose you: a wound deep enough
to unseam time itself. I’d rather
see the world collapse into a single moment,
a black hole eating its own memory,
than watch you vanish.
This time, this time:
the hymn repeats itself,
a needle caught in vinyl’s slow suicide.
Even love cannot outpace entropy.
So look around:
a world in doubt is still a world.
A crime committed in the name of love
is still a prayer. And this time around,
we'll call it salvation,
even as it ruins us again.
There was once a nation
Bound by dreams and unity
Every soul proud and free
A land of hope and harmony.
Then a shadow crept unseen
A poison to the nation's dream
Leaders, once so bright and true
Betrayed the many for the few.
Discontent, like a seed, took root
A nod, a bribe, a favor, a loot
Embezzlement became the norm
And soon the moral compass was torn.
Public infrastructure, once so grand
Crumbling now, unable to stand
Schools decay, health neglected
The young despair, their dreams rejected.
There was once a nation
A mirror for its peers, a cradle for leaders
Void of greed and selfishness
What happened to that bright nation?
Bribery
Cybercrime
Embezzlement
Fraud
Identity Theft
Money Laundering
Ponzi Schemes etc..
Carlos Ghosn makes a daring escape
It has now become Japan vs Lebanon
CEO had to literally think- Out of Box
This whodunnit as good as Mr Bond
In Japan he was in house arrest
Darling of Lebanese masses
A go getter, a family man
There is some charisma
Leaders and criminals
Dreamers and doers
Put In a tight corner
Resolve challenges
CEO was accused
Fraudulence and
Malpractices
Embezzlement...........................The Man Who Ran
Personal Gains...........................N I S S A N
The NISSAN boss
Le cost killer. Fix it
Had to shift gears!
From ‘a tight corner’
Came ‘grand escape’
Staged an unbelievable
Brazilian-French-Lebanese
Was trapped in sedated Japan
He smuggled himself out- In A Box
Maintains a corporatesque non-disclosure
Quite likely the story of the box is just an alibi
His motivation? “I did it for the love of my wife”
.
CEO’s are known to write interesting biographies
Few things they do not teach while giving degrees
A post retirement flip; a Hollywood flick; or Politics
.
Amitabh— 17-01-2020 : Visual - Text around Nissan logo.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=djyyWlCPFd4
It was easy to admire such a pleasant mirage,
Her tasteful arrangement of complimentary tones,
With forms chasing functions on comfortable fabric,
To be smoothed with businesslike fingers
In total awareness of having my full attention.
And when we rehearsed stage kisses
In that discrete corner of the ensemble room,
The performance was convincing, if insincere.
And though we did refresh ourselves with many an encore,
Her heart remained nestled safely behind the fourth wall,
From the self-conscious shelter of which
She bartered for a better way of life.
I could feel the cost of my investment being marked up.
It’s what they call a value added tax,
A slick embezzlement passed on to the consumer
To cover the cost of doing business.
In the end, she proved to be less reliable than death and taxes.
She resented the implication when I called it a vig,
But in the final act, what she required of me
Wasn’t nothing but the same damn thing.
Life through the dust
Hard labor through the concrete jungle
Manifest by the powerful dictators.
Empty promises, eating there own words.
Children walk through the dark with knifes.
Hoodlums, youth gangsterism Glares.
Civilization rant, harlotry blooms.
Online brothel, living borrowed time.
Great potential turning to invalid rascals.
Ho! Life through the dust
Manifest by the powerful dictator
Government disarray, kleptocracy reign
Embezzlement dazzling, job devoid
Poverty booms, murder. Violence, the air stench
terrorism stares, Religious scandals
Blood splits dyed the society
The gentle dusty-wind doth moves
Large population lived in slum
Poor health standard zoom
Silently, hiddeness, soul perished
The bigwigs consume from the bane of other
The one who make their home besides our ribs
Life through the dust snare.
The truth is lost, We fall to dust.
Silent One just reminded me how ducks are intelligent
Sophisticated... even involved in some shady embezzlement
Perhaps SO is suffering
From nasty thumb sucking
And also has an issue with extreme petulance
IF POLITICIANS ARE GOD
I was captured in the land
Of imagination together
With my Golden pen of thruth.
I was inspired to imagine
If politicians are the
Creator of man
And all things entirely.
If politicians are God
Then the world will be up
Side and down respectively.
You will have to pay
For the breathing air
And words shall be
Spoken with money.
If politicians are God
Riches shall be bestow
To thier various tribes
And the tribe of politics.
And the stars shall be
Numbered according to
The rate of politics.
If politicians are God
The earth will be moulded
In a stagnant cube and the
Six faces shall be squareless.
The clouds shall be
Rectangular with
The pictures of politicians
Pose with the ugly face
Of insincerity and greediness.
Then there will be
No last day to account
For thier horrible deeds
Of embezzlement and
Horrible deeds of tyrancy.
But thank God for
The gift of life
He is the one
With no rival
And so shall
He be to the end!
© Adedamola Quadri Adeniyi
All Right Reserved 2016
WORD FOR TODAY: DEVELOPMENT
Ignorance and complacency must never remain Africa’s IMPEDIMENT
The world has moved up a notch; massive growth with DEVELOPMENT
While the Western nations covet innovations, we want EMPOWERMENT
While transparency reigns yonder; Africa is battling EMBEZZLEMENT
We still deceive ourselves that in strength; we remain the EMBODIMENT
My fear is that other nations will advance and make us an EXPERIMENT
© Wole Popoola 2016
I once met a woman
Strange yet so sad
She told her life stories
As she sat next to me
She said she was a time traveler
She had know many lives
And all through her journey
She had been many wives
She told of her time in Tombstone
Where on bar she loved to dance
She was married to the banker
Until embezzlement and greed to a hold
The carried him to the gallows
In the middle of town square
Their they hung her husband
While the whole town it glared
She spoke of a farmer
Who gave her two daughter's and a son
She said he was one of her favorites
He showed her the meaning of love
His death it was tragic
And a bit of a mess
The tractor it ran over him
He had no body, he had no face
She told me a secret
She said it would serve me so well
She said cherish your loved ones
For one day they will not be here
Take in the small moments
Don't worry of the big
For one day you'll learn
It's the surprises that take your breath away
Pass on your kindness
Leave plenty for the future
Your legacy is the meaning of love
And is truly what you will take with you
THE UNCOVERED ....
Blunders draped in bundles
of clandestine regalia
Passing each aurora, simmers
obnoxious guilty flames
Seized are its weapons
Silenced is its voice
Water-tight , to the exterior,
Access denied....
Conscience asphyxiated
Stupor it lay , simmering flame
deep inside......
The glittery outside
Embezzlement fills treasures
Tactfully guzzles glorious peace
Marbles conceal the blood
Glitter tantalizing the inner peace
Constellation of cromulent folk!
Tantamount to a golden knife
Sagacious choices crushed,
pulverised under heels
Brushes of pseudo smiles paint
the phoney pictures!
Remorse has gone to retreat
Armageddon struck...
Raging guilt, rising conscience
War they wage as they dare a battle
Before they fall and fade
Muster all might, they burn
Cellars melt to molten
Huge uproar and war cry
Burning splinters!
Cinders remain .....,
as unmasked truth!
© Anulaxmi Nayak, 2015
hopes you hoped for hopped off quickly than imagined.
Surely those who caught your hopes were never caught with an egg on their faces. Your hopes emboldened them to prosperity, not one was caught with embezzlement. You who are not shaken by earthly things look for the right purpose where there's no superstition.
You found love where there was no love
You captivated a mysterious prince who seems to love the world more than you. Countless tribulations you endured with him none of that enervated you strength. He never saw his wrongdoing 'cause his doings were beautified by a supernatural world we call earth.
Two or three people believe you are their pillar of strength. You sometimes doubt it, that a pillar could be a broken heart like yours. None of it that is swaying lefty will superannuate but we will learn to laugh together when things turn rights again. Don't doubt you existence when it that is unknown does not speak.
Nigeria of my
dreams,
Where there will be
no money
embezzlement
Bribery and
corruption shall be
no more,
Shading of innocent
blood shall ceased
and people cry no
more.
The sky bear our
hands and the moon
smile to us,
There shall be
freedom of movement
and the right to
speak.
School children
shall go on
scholarship
Unemployment
graduate secure
jobs.
Political crisis,
our children hear no
more.
Food shall be
abundant to the
masses,
And we speak with
one voice.
The flag colours
shall stand for its
meaning.
The blind shall no
longer see what is
happening in the
country
And universities
strike shall no more
be an annual feast.
Nigeria shall become
home of peace for
all.
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