Only a dime a dozen for these broken dreams,
a free wooden nickel with each pack of lies.
A jar of hoodwinks, flimflams, and bumfuzzles,
a bucket of lost hope, and a box of how time flies.
A Brooklyn bridge, a few penniless thoughts,
next to some wasted time and that mirror and smoke.
Some dirt-cheap hooks, lines and sinkers,
a bunch of fake smiles, and a couple pigs in a poke.
Some bamboozles and a few hornswoggles,
a pile of ashes from some bridges I’ve burned.
A sow’s ear, some silver thread and a gold needle,
a silk purse filled with the lessons I never could learn.
Categories:
hoodwinks, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
White and pure
Light and soft
The swan shows strength
As launched aloft
Gliding smooth
Across the lake
Majestic king
Or disguised fake
He swims so gently
Yet below sight
The propulsion needed
Take all his might.
Analogous with calm
And chaos in equal measure
The swan hoodwinks us all
In his apparent pace of leisure.
Categories:
hoodwinks, bird,
Form: Rhyme
The warmth of the sun
The smell in the air
Giving the illusion
Summers nearly here.
Spring is yet to fully
Emerge from winter’s grip,
Yet the thought of lighter evenings
Gives my heart a chance to skip.
The crackle of excitement
Of summer’s red hot night
Is tangible, I taste it,
It’s is spicy, full and bright.
But once again it’s fooled us
As the seasons often will,
The bright sunshine hoodwinks us
And we’re still in winter’s chill.
Categories:
hoodwinks, spring, winter,
Form: Rhyme
Somewhere in these busy woods
a woodpecker tattoos bark,
I heard its pecking
as I drifted into this glade
here in the middle of somewhere.
Somewhere songbirds and squirrels
hustle like hoodlums on their arboreal streets,
but here silence is a rope-less tent
pitched under a million feet of sky.
I think I could spend an hour here,
or a month, time has shrouded
not only noise, but also
pulse from mind.
This sunlit acre could be moonlit
perhaps somewhere it already is?
Time hoodwinks,
somewhere it has moved on,
somewhere it blinks
and a path is lost forever,
I have meandered into, a tower of stillness.
what I thought I was somewhere
bewitches me now in this dappled circle
of nowhere.
Categories:
hoodwinks, poetry,
Form: Free verse
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With that rare gift of gab for deceiving,
wooing, unsuspecting victims of his,
a shrewd, forked tongued charmer he truly is.
He hoodwinks the naive into giving
hard-earned money as gift or donation
to this sect or that denomination
for a VIP banquet reservation
or some kind of lay-away plan seven
for a future six-star suite in heaven.
With serious crimes he has been charged lately :
perjury, fraud, swindling, embezzlement.
He claims, as man of God, he's innocent.
As one among Eden's pre-chosen heirs,
he says his faults are divinely forgiven.
That's why he owns a six-star suite in heaven.
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Categories:
hoodwinks, religion
Form: Terza Rima