Guileful Poems | Examples

What Lays Between

white capped peaks appear then go
cresting mountains blue and green
with prayers that triton’s spear won’t show
we cross what lays between

old skalds tell of the tempest’s wrath
this realm no man’s to own
if careless of the swell and trough
you’ll reap the seeds you’ve sewn

with wary looks cast overboard
caulked timbers flex and cry
and oaths that seek divine accord
entreat the leaden sky

I promise I’ll go between no more
I’ll not sail again I swear
but then I itch to leave the shore
to once more be out there

so I’ll live in fear of her cold embrace 
of the pull and her sway over me
when she calls my name with guileful grace
my mistress of the sea

Unblinking Third Eye

Deep into the forest I tread, 
Nothing along but a sense of dread. 
The gloomy canopy
Of the spectral gigantic trees
Block the clear sky, 
Led solely by 
The unblinking third eye. 

Lost amidst bewilderment, 
Blindfolded by the guileful semblence. 
Darkness misleads the way, 
Wolf hunts in a deer veil. 
There is woven a web of lies, 
But Allurement is yet to overwhelm
The unblinking third eye. 

A path made of thorns, 
There is blood trail all along. 
The smell incites the beasts, 
Lurking around to prey upon. 
Every moment, a wrestle to live or die, 
Yet accompanied by 
The unblinking third eye. 


Title Chosen - Unblinking Third Eye
Contest Name - Pick-A-Title, Vol 31
Sponsor	 - Edward Ibeh
Date - 18th July, 2022

Fans and Swindlers Issues

It barely vanquishes my quenchless spirit of inquiry.
To what exactly reason have I sledded so wildly?
Boasters and swindlers sprang up a treaty vigorously.
People are queuing to sway slated on a promontory.

It's plodding to incite thugs by misleading people.
Your genuine assertion is both witless and guileful.
By discerning purport, you may be pioneering.
As though a doleful mistrust was typically unfurling.

Why is it crucial to recur an idyllic shade?
It's time to hoard the dart and glittering blade.
Valorous braves are slogging toward the staid.
Everlasting zest is not a squib and never fades.

Yet we must swither in waging truth and moral virtue.
Truth and equity can't alter insight on specific bestow. 

Written: December 24, 2021

Honoring Global Oneness

In this  now troubled world, man’s hope falls,
as dire need for peace  remains unsettled
even besieged:  and awakening voices roar,
to soothe nights of delirium,  of alarm…
While I ,  a mere mortal among all races
flame my hands, writing about indigent children,
terrorism, heinous crimes which scar beings---
beyond these, my heart weeps when egregious
plunder of nature inflicts the environ!

Though nations mediate, the obtuse reasoning
of leaders consecrate their holy gifts as ego
those masks guileful as puppetry to obscure avarice…
For the deepening of collective oneness resides 
in a delicate yet brave spirit, perhaps unseen--
faith’s light enkindling this hunger for unity 
maybe,  laying global discord to rest.



8/30/2019
For John Hamilton's Eight word challenge 9  Contest

My Life In Metaphor

In a time of matters I reflect,
Being forever perspicacious;
Wrong decisions, false steps,
Leading to become fallacious.

In need of caution or I will fall foul,
To be specifically as wise as an owl.

Walking on the edge of normality,
Having doubtful thoughts ahead;
An inclination to sidestep formality,
Often times hanging by a thread.

This is my life and where it abodes,
Feeling my choices are crossroads.

Rash decisions taken with consequences,
The mind and the heart in hopelessness;
Too late to repair the damage contributed,
Leaving me breathing within emptiness.

In this situation I become smirch,
Conducive to a drunkard’s search.


In a time of end matters I reflect,
For my regrets are great and pitiful;
Should I cry over spilled milk?
After which I shall become guileful. 

When finally I become trounced,
I become a dead cat that bounced

Wise, Asp

What is this?

Spit at me, will you??
Hiss and spit and rattle your tail?!?

Be my guest, oh Great Coiled One ...
You are king, after all, and I but a fool!
But THIS jester has dealt with your kind before ...

Oh, yes, and far, FAR worse!
There is another creature that shames you in its ferocity ...
Her temperamental and capricious airs
Hold much more menace and fury!

Oh, she can rival the worst of your ire ...
Bare her fangs, hiss and snarl, rattle her tail, and strike ...
She is easily the most formidable opponent man has ever known,
Yet her most insidious and treacherous trait
Is the exquisitely captivating form that wraps her ...

Heaven help us, we are naught but powerless before it!
Oh, it is a deadly and guileful costume, indeed -
A slinky guise that takes your breath at one moment ...
And the next, brings you weeping to your wobbly knees!

So, do your worst, Asp ...
Bring your wicked wrath to bear,
For I have met my match,

And she laughs at your feeble folly
Even now ... this ...

Woman.

sweet poison, mine -

'I love you' moistens on your lips
          I watch it, breathless, as it drips
               coating, sweet, my foolish heart
     now hopeless in its guileful grips

once I trilled that phrase to you
          so sweetened it was mostly true
               yet now there's bitter aftertaste
     that sourly whispers chilled adieu

how often have I played the game
          and uttered myths, the very same
               fomenting, then, those like replies
     that light the apt and artful flame?

I feign to count them in my head
          those subtle stories told, instead
               of placing faith for righteous love
     and by that honest heart, be led

so now the gambol's back to me
          to deal through cold inclemency
               its keening card, the last guffaw
     and not waste efforts on a plea

you drizzle damp, the lie again
          the ruin of much stronger men
               I swallow thus the poison mine
     to tend my heart its last amen.






~ 1st Place ~  in the "Love Poem" Poetry Contest, Heidi Sands, Judge & Sponsor.

Predator

Frantically, I walk on a lane of  vile secrets,
past   glared dazes  from  hooded eyes
marking me as  obsession’s target where  a quest
to  nail me  taunts  my fear :  with endless
shrieks  echoing , “ I will follow you, “ … a voice
raspy as brittle tones   imposes its eerie
presence.  And I  quiver in coiled form,
Helpless, while the breath of uncertainty
wipes the  restful assurance  of most nights:
In a click of time, life smells danger
knowing not if those taloned hands would
clutch me in the darkness or light.

All at once, I watch myself  drenched
In  the cloud of foreboding ,   torturing
my  lucid hours  now haunted by one
incensed predator. Until I confront this
ghastly shadow  laden with karmic
sins, wolves of yesterday assaulting my every
breath's intake…that I come face to face 
with this damned nemesis in guileful pursuit

and the nemesis  which haunts my spirit …is me.


Written for Silent One: STALKER     11/13/2017

Chasing the Cat

Simply softly these guileful feet do trot
Those cavalier whisper my name in glee
Hiding I pray from dear loves noble lot

My attire a smirk, though my voice distraught
I'll squirm far away, yet they be carefree
Simply softly these guileful feet do trot

A fervor shared though I am not caught
Innocuous yet gentle I agree
Hiding I pray from dear loves noble lot

Conceivably hidden in such a spot
Amenity relaxation could be
Simply softly these guileful feet do trot

Quickly to safety overhead I plot
Why does all the attention land on me?
Hiding I pray from dear loves noble lot

Perhaps one day I'll play whilst being sought
But as a cat I may just disagree
Simply softly these guileful feet do trot
Hiding I pray from dear loves noble lot

A Man of Green

A Man of Green
(Valentine’s Day)

Blast breathed, bob booted, fiercely tramping, he sweeps down upon the land, hard browed, frozen white, bellowing, 

Rude Boreas, the prince of winter, rages, the very rocks withering in his path, his power ultimate, the cold of Satan his liege lord, spent upon the hapless world,  in frigid swales, twixt tortured trees, in winter’s scraggle,  
midst hilltops bleak, whose hoary frames becrack an icy, kindless sky, 

His profound frost’s depth hints that light could lose.  

Mortals shudder, birds enclose themselves, becoming smaller still.  
All pray this prince shall soon pass.  
In earnest fright we take small, guileful hope in his raving’s crystalline wake. 

Yet, ‘neath his glacial countenance, 
the rime bedecked adamantine glaze, 
the polar beard, there glints a hope of green, 
A brownish earthen smudge warms at alabaster nape. 

Perchance brightening Boreas’ stern eye’s crystal spark of winter, 
there now gladly grows a fleck of Sol.

Vincent

July 29, 1890

Colored daubs and swatches
crave artist’s practiced hand.
Justice, nearly blind, yet watches—
unwrought art upon a stand.

Regard the brushes in a row—
the palettes and the sponges.
Genius maimed by status quo,
vain a hope that fate expunges.

Guttered myriad lifelong dreams—
in desperate ruination.
Fading now the piteous screams
of self-inflicted termination.

Time Passes

Abruptly then adoring praise—
contrived their sudden expertise.
Rude cabal who would appraise—
byzantine their guileful sleaze.

Each masterpiece a servant
of craven yearn and greed.
Bang the gavel, swift and fervent;
sate purveyors’ inveterate need.

Justice now is truly blind;
vanished those She would impute.
His final piece is left unsigned;
and undisclosed, for now She’s mute.

4th Place: I Love Rock and Roll

Inspired by Don McLean's song, Starry Starry Night

The Blame of Disloyalty

No more disloyal and
unfaithful,
If call allegedly is
painful,
For what thee
supposed,
And finally, thee
opposed,

No more regretful
and remorseful,
If called rebel and
untruthful,
For what thee
blamed,
And finally, thee
lose famed,

No more curse and
deceitful,
If called liar and
unfaithful,
For what thee
craved,
And finally thee
paved,

No more betrayal and
guileful,
If called
untrustworthy and
slickful,
For what thee not
deserve,
And finally thee not
preserve,
No abuse, greater
than disloyalty,
If call allegedly is
criminality.

Shahid Hussain
Chouhdry

In the Garden

Unclothed in the morning mist… 
In a garden paradise 
Man and woman walked naked - hand in hand 
Beautifully unbraided in the dawn of the aurora 
Created by the Master… 
The One and only One 
 
Their images opulent- in the clear silence of radiance 
Surrounded by beauty in His palatial gardens 
They stood in naked luster 
Born without blemish or stain 
Until the devil slid along beside them 
Burning their eyes with sin... 
And their bodes connected by rib and clay 
 
Satan silently roared his evil deceit… 
In his shameful hated ways staining forever... 
The color of life 
And the pale ghosts of the future... 
Which would be lost to his guileful diabolical ways 
 
But hope rings eternal… 
For God did not send us out among strangers
He provided us His ways 
To outsmart that imposturous angel
 And for us to blossom… 
In the dust of Adam and Eve’s lust

The Tangible Paradise

I hate Thee
He let me into a dark midnight,
Like a solitary bee
With not even a spark of light

No way to roam,
No way to play
Nobody in that home
I was like idle clay.

Unable to open my eyes,
Unable to stand erect
And I was not yet wise
To judge what is correct.

But he gave me diet,
And a pond to swim.
He advised me to be quiet
And left me out on a limb.

Nobody to make a grin
Nobody to mingle.
Without out doing a sin
Why should I be single?

Let me out Fool!
Let me see this world.
Unable to swim in this pool
Understand I want to be thrilled.

Finally one day I was out 
Of the dark prison
Like a fresh young pout,
Resembling a newfangled bud arisen.

At present my life dwell 
in the middle of guileful souls
And I am there like a used up lapel
As people hearts are pricked by cunning hole

Now I am provided with amenities
And friends to relish
But they only left Obscenities  
And sufferings to embellish

Finally, now I realize
Place which I referred as tomb
Is an exquisite paradise
 And that is nothing but my mom's womb!!!

Alone, the Serpent

Can't you see?...just leave me alone
Desperate, in fact to the edge of sanity
Not knowing this charming ache carries stones
Thrown at your back, barely perceptible shards of "I want to be…"

Once the threshold is crossed he slithers over your bones
Claiming small parts of your soul that never will be
Guileful to the end, he always has known
What you thought was deprivation turned out to be his key

For now you have what you desperately sought, and 

Alone

Will be the prize never worth the fee.

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