A paradise of perpetual peace...
there's no struggle, there's no sleaze,
there's no murky sky to spread malice.
glaciers and rivers of honey embellish.
crystal chandeliers, all sparkling upon
effulgent stars shining aeon after aeon
the beacon of light, when we are gone
beyond the clouds, a Shangri-La dawn.
Enchanting heavens, glories of mirage
Are they Hotels where luxuries collage?
The real heaven is not virtue or sin
not swan songs on a serenade violin
It's only pure love buried deep within
spinning daily lives inspite of it's din.
caring for each other with words kind
hatred and violence, don't make us blind
heaven or hell, it's all only in the mind
a mosaic, of light and shade combined.
So how far is the heaven do you think?
The kingdom of God? Is it a hoodwink?
Categories:
hoodwink, heaven,
Form: Rhyme
a blood-letting sun
sets as slow as an amber tear
in a shot glass
dotty is lost in oz
ruby slippers
run on a treadmill
of long summer evenings
avocados turn brown
drowned by a late light
a vein is open
watching eyes water
over a crimson gash
a gush
bleeds out
into a hoodwink
then sinks inside
a darkening cowl
an infant
wails
in a witch's
scrawny arms
none see
the birthing knife
Categories:
hoodwink, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Sabrina was a woman who knew her own soul
People learned fast not to try and hoodwink her
She did not fall down, kick or scream when confronted
Knowing when to walk away, she left drama behind
Her self-assurance annoyed those who did not have confidence
This trait followed her from preteen-hood into adulthood
She knew her heart, understood her path
Allowed no one to distract her from her life’s work
Many were intimidated by Sabrina
Not her close circle of women friends
They were also confident in their own ways
A formidable group who exuded feminine power
Categories:
hoodwink, woman,
Form: Prose Poetry
To dwell in past of fate,
where sorrow and pain predominantly coexist as fortune of bitterness.
To leap on is to beg death for his sting
To leap back is to kill those precious
To leap right is to anguish with pain
To leap left is to cast arrows of misfortune
Where has this war led us into?
Crafting wickedness with joy
Infanticide with smile
Toxic environment for peace
Let our doomsday begin
Curse to us all.
ST KELVIN
LOLY BAZTAD
Categories:
hoodwink, death, fate,
Form: Elegy
The anorexia is not conspicuous,
being half-submerged - just
breaking through.
She’s a powdered mirage,
her skin a hyaline sheer
drawn over a necklace
of clavicle bones.
She knows her chest
is returning to childhood,
she wants to shelter there,
to be her own child.
Her small breasts
are burgundy nipples,
buds made more prominent,
anchored as they are
to shipwrecked ribs.
Designer bling distracts.
Cameras whir, she poses,
hand paused on a hip denuded;
not resting there,
but stealthily carrying
a pinch of flesh toward a spotlight.
We collude with her,
applaud the way
she decorates a condition.
We know her emaciated beauty
is a mutual hoodwink.
We know that the closer to death
sexuality becomes,
the more rapacious our appetite;
the more we will wail,
as she slips
through our hungry eyes.
Categories:
hoodwink, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Give yourself
A round of applause.
You did pull one over on me
And laughed at my expense.
Well-done, grasshopper.
Well-played, but you revealed
The tricks of your trade in the process.
The jig is up, Mr. Swindler;
Now I get to laugh at you
Reuse them again to snow me.
You regurgitate the same old methods
To hoodwink and entrap me.
Haven't you no shame?
You're as transparent as cellophane;
so predictable I enjoy mocking you.
You bit me once and broke my skin,
But now I see you've got no teeth!
Born yesterday, my eyes
Are wide open today!
There's no magic in your sleight of hand.
I've got your number, and you're out of tricks.
You've tried your level best
To inscribe "fool" on my forehead,
But have you checked yours
In the mirror lately?
*work of fiction*
Date posted: 07/28/2021
Categories:
hoodwink, perspective, wisdom,
Form: Free verse
One early winter morning I was walking down the street,
When a young woman hurriedly strolled past me. With
My head down reminiscing , I glanced up to the same woman
That had just passed; is now coming towards me again.
I'm not shocked nor does it trouble me. I dismissed it
As two sisters trying to hoodwink me. Standing on the
Bus stop, I asked one of the young women, "Where is
Your sister?" With a strange stare she answered, " I
Don't know what youre talking about mister!" Still
Playing games I thought. No pain, no gain, as I
Entered the bus. After a few stops, the young girl
Got off. Impatiently the old woman sitting next to
Me said, "sir I'm convinced you are not aware
That the girl you spoke of was her identical twin sister.
She perished in a house fire ten years previous
In the City of Poughkeepsie!"
Categories:
hoodwink, deep,
Form: Free verse
Hoodwink is a complex word
It doesn't roll off the tongue
Could it be some sort of bird
Who winked instead of sung
Could that bird have hooded eyes
So it could hardly see
That would make it hoodwink itself
Instead of you or me
Categories:
hoodwink, 10th grade,
Form: Light Verse
Think man, think,
You’re on the brink,
Try figure now
No matter how.
Think man think,
Forget the drink,
A clever rhyme
There’s not much time.
Think man think,
You can’t hoodwink
Poetry soup
A clever group.
Think man think
Can’t catch a wink
Should get this done
You’ve not begun.
Think man think
Exposed your chink?
It’s time for bed
Tomorrow instead!
Categories:
hoodwink, silly,
Form: Rhyme
Speak The Truth
Written: by Miracle Man
11-7-2019
When socialist tongues,
continue to go unchecked.
The message delivered,
should become circumspect.
Attempting to influence voters,
by act or untrue word.
But reality seldom becomes,
what promises have inferred.
Too many are now seekers,
of something that’s free.
Lord, give us clear thoughts,
remains my daily plea.
We’re pushing a divided country,
closer to the brink.
Allow each persons eyes,
to see beyond any hoodwink.
Lord, I know that only you,
can heal this great land,*
Extinguish the fires of hatred,
that sin has fanned.
*2 CHRONICLES 7:14 KJV
“If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.”
Categories:
hoodwink, god, prayer, truth,
Form: Lyric
Comparisons are unerring things at worst;
Every common ore yielded for shinier gold,
And tepid junkets given up in apt forfeiture
For tolerably pricier carats unsullied stored.
Far less treasured lots perpetually stand
In shrouded paths to more pleasing deal,
And more often than not emit lures bland
To fade jollities owners of finer gems feel.
Prudent choosers are harder to hoodwink;
They're grateful to know how to swiftly tell
Vast variance between wee penny's worth
And huger wads quiet past old minas' kink.
They're merrier types closer to Midas lips;
Smarter-thinking pickers noted with strips
Of fair Fortune's higher turns beyond taste,
Loftier than Fancy's dreams and her haste.
With comparative logic one never can err,
Since brighter minds cheap choices abhor.
Categories:
hoodwink, allegory, allusion, character, encouraging,
Form: Didactic
The anorexia is not conspicuous,
being half-submerged, just
breaking through.
She’s a powdered mirage.
Her skin a hyaline shear
drawn over a necklace
of clavicle bones.
She knows her chest
is returning to childhood,
she wants to shelter there,
to be her own child.
Small breasts bob under
burgundy nipples,
buds made more prominent,
anchored as they are
to shipwrecked ribs.
Designer bling distracts.
Cameras whir, she poses,
one hand on a denuded hip,
not resting there,
but stealthily carrying
an ounce of flesh,
toward a spotlight.
We collude with her,
applaud the way
she decorates a condition.
We all know her emaciated beauty
is a mutual hoodwink.
We know that the closer to death
sexuality becomes,
the more rapacious our appetite,
the more we will wail,
as she slips
through our hungry hands.
Categories:
hoodwink, poetry,
Form: Free verse
I will explain the word 'impaled'
this contest's challenge, Holy Grail
Though not as easy as you think
from this challenge I shall not shrink
So, here we go: Time to set sail
To pierce an object, that's impale
with a sharp stick: First you inhale
then stab that thing, try not to blink...
I will explain
Impale someone, you'll go to jail
but skewered shwarma's food upscale
Brutus' knife did Caesar hoodwink
yet shish-ke-bob's fine with a drink
be it cola, wine, or stout ale...
I will explain
July 22, 2019
Impaled Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anthony Slausin
Categories:
hoodwink, food, murder, poetry,
Form: Rondeau
Just an SUV driving, habitually late American man
High on coffee, low on energy and full of raisin bran
Lured by the social network swept into the dustpan
Looking for lost memories, old friends and a new plan
Never conceding, never really believing in small talk
Always right to the point where one walks the walk
With only the barest of necessities taken for the ride
He keeps a wickedness that only the old school hide
Ready for the ultimate chance to hoodwink a sucker
To be an expert, self-made very successful huckster
Hoping to someday be the richest of all who tried
And never worrying about doing it before he died
Categories:
hoodwink, america, character, internet,
Form: Couplet
As a boy, was told anyone could become prez
Now I definitely believe it much to my distress
Doubted it strongly
Till Mister Wrongly
Managed to hoodwink us causing us stress
Categories:
hoodwink, corruption,
Form: Limerick
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