Long Cheat Poems
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Female entities that prey on emotional weak men,
stealing their souls by lust, claiming semen.
Using collected soul fragments to enslave,
leeching and take everything to the grave.
They will cheat, lie and fake all indulgence,
creating a mental sensation emulgent.
Providing gratification to senses by extreme beauty,
remaining forever attractive in effective duty.
Appearing in dreams and illusions of victim,
slow drain with each encounter inflicting.
Making sure of tempting images appealing forms,
giving men access to those fantasy norms.
Succubus appear to please the ego,
where selfish attraction needs to bestow.
Compelling psychic abilities to seduce,
deadly love that only can consume.
Wet dreams and its erotic phenomena,
poor ethical desires and its arena.
Shadow shifting spirits temptation,
easy eye seductive sensation.
Alluring females playful force,
changing directions and its course.
Emotional intelligence is the quest,
and the end of the rope as test.
She stammers, losing some words that her years cheat
while her sunken eyes gleam, beads in velvet sheet.
She stops gaping blankly as her brain tries journeying back,
to pick out bits from the remnants of history, in flashback.
Struggling against odds and evens she has sustained
visibly made stranger in her own land, looted and drained.
Strangers, she counts, came once to her doorstep
when full of zeal she was to live life to her own step.
They asked for her warmth and hospitality,
playing cunningly, a ploy to abuse her generosity.
A child of nature she grew among mountains;
queen of its abundance and its cool fountains.
For once she did not guess, those visitors from afar
held intentions vile to leave on her land, a deep scar.
Well fed and well entertained, they rose to conquer
lives of the lush green which could stand no longer.
Devoid of identity and glory, she danced to their tune;
To save her own, from Queen, she became buffoon.
Her people struggled but succumb to those strangers
who knew nothing but the rule of traitors!
To
cheat
on you
would be like taking your mona lisa heart, and punching a hole right through
the canvas
You
who,
lifted
my
titanic anchored
soul
from
its
resting grounds
You
whose
cheeks shone
like
a
beacon
at the end of the
never ending
Blue Ghost Tunnel
The icy wind
crept
up
my
spine
Hauntingly beautiful
like
Picasso's Painting..........Old man with the guitar
but so eerie I was Shivering
I
blindly groped
the
dampened walls
But
Your
bubbly
Laughter
echoed
in my memories
You
whispered my name
and
I felt peace
I want to get all tangled up in your
arms
so
I
will know what it feels like
to rest upon the cumulo-nimbus clouds
I want
to hold your hand
through
the ancient
city
feel your
heartbeat
pound
in my palm rhythmically
Like Travis Barker
on his drumset Circa Blink 182
It started
to
rain
so
you wrapped your jacket
around me
Your
white Clash t-shirt
got soaked
and clung to you
You kissed me.
But you didn't know
that
your sighs
were like
truth serum
and it
was
calm
after
the storm
I had
been waiting for.
Like Oscar Wilde
I can resist everything except temptation
Love, the sweat the moans the passion
She loves but she knows she is no good
I love but my fear is I am not too
It takes two to love but our wills cant do
With death the only thing that terrifies us two
We can survive everything except that boo
So, on your marks, get set, No rush
But I feel like we are running, running out of time
To have our happily ever after and maybe rhyme
Like Oscar wilde
I have nothing to declare but my genius
Love, the tie ,the suit,this plan of mine smart like the groom
Get married,get babies,get bored ,just us
It may not be for you and you will cheat a few
It will kill me though and I will kiss like two
It is necessarily not right nor true
Just because we die for it boo
So ,on your marks,get set ,No rush
But I know we will run,run out of time
To make good of our happily ever after,and maybe rhyme
Like Oscar Wilde
Consistency is the last refuge for the unimaginative
Love, we will grow ,we will change like the truth
Drink some more, make some love, be bad ,it is good
Do it again and again and again you are bored ,I am all you got
You are old and not gold but its you or alone
Because of the little rod and the honey pot of romance boo
Our youth and our souls inheritance we lost to
So, on your marks ,get set ,no rush
There is no need to run ,run with time
This is our happily ever after and we did rhyme
No rhyme nor reason why
with yours truly ejaculating
(not prematurely), I utter yippee,
nope no intercourse induced whoopie
upon this... - day three
January two thousand and twenty one
perhaps consummation,
regarding aforesaid euphoric mood
indicative I will become philanthropy
recipient i.e. anonymous lucky payee
before anniversary of this monkey
exhibiting fits and starts
orbitz nearest star
while linkedin to planet Earth
as (mush ado about nothing)
spasmodically thrashing
as garden variety generic
*****sapien protoplasmic beef jerky.
Courtesy guilty conscience,
I verily, timidly, readily... admit
no criminal mind nor hanky panky
whereby unfettered naughty bit
no way no how frolicked courtesy dalliance
though trespassing, plucking,
and nibbling verboten fruit
this average Joe didst commit,
which extramarital trysts
cost hefty penalty fee (think debit)
to checking account exhibit
head by mine absence one night
years ago, when we lived
at 724 West Railroad Avenue
thee missus exploded livid fit
of rage found me stony faced with true grit
feeling proudly unrepentant
what an ingrate hypocrite
pledging troth after rubbing noses
analogous as flirtatious custom to Inuit.
Thus smugness and/or feeling upbeat
seems heretical (in retrospect)
cuz promised covenant chaste away,
when sowing wild oats/gathering rosebuds...
like a mad ing dog in heat
one errant husband
upon wife did swing and cheat,
which wedded connubial bliss
more pronounced now after commiting
egregious sexual feat.
Figurative emasculation discovered
visa vis promiscuous escapades
redemption (no matter an atheist) proffered
hence an ideal place to enclose final word.
This has been a huge mistake
All you ever do is take
Without the care or concern
You left me alone to burn
In a fire pit of despair
It is all becoming clear
Your a user and a cheat
Everyday is a repeat
OF the awful day before
Loving you has been a chore
I no longer want to do
I am just fed up with you
Your being thrown to the curb
Your attitude is just absurd
Thrown out like old stinky trash
Into a fiery pit of ash
I can just sweep up and toss
Now all the demanding cost
It always took to be your girl
Is gone in one big garbage whirl
As I hear the grinding of
The end of your abusive love
As the trash truck leaves a hump
Of your nonsense in the dump
Love will win…in the end.
We are meteors on a collision course with love.
We have seen the hard times and we have had enough.
Golden band promises do not seem to mean a thing,
To those who claim to be in love, whilst in secret they cheat.
We fall apart in each other’s arms;
All in the name of love.
We hope and dream and scream and shout!
All because of love.
I wish it could work out for you, I really do,
But I am exercising my right to say nothing.
I would tell you how to, if only I knew,
But I do not know what it takes to hold onto this love thing.
My radiohead is full of love songs.
They all tell their tale of how love will win…in the end.
Every heart I choose to follow always turns out to be wrong,
But I will keep trying to walk hand in hand,
Even if we are only ever going to be friends.
Love has its hooks in my heart and I cannot resist.
I am constantly tripping over plastic charms, but still I persist.
I am (never) going to fall in love,
Until I do…that time sure does look good.
(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
The moment I met you
You captured my heart
Said you were the only one for me
I was the sweetest girl you ever did see
Hey boy its time to admit defeat
You say you’re faithful to me
But in my heart I know you’re a cheat
You always have an excuse whenever I call
Guess you’ve found another that you enthrall
Thinking of you together makes my skin crawl
I can see those lies in your brown eyes
Those hidden lies that I so despise
I think its time to say we’re through
This deceit and your lies are making me blue
So this is my last goodbye
I wrote you this song so it catches your eye
I’m gonna move on, I’m not gonna cry
But I’ll keep on lovin you till the day I die
4th November 2015
When does a man know he is genuine,
authentic as anger with iniquity,unimaginary as shadows in sun light
or blood in the wound,
alive like apples on the tongue,
when does a woman cease acting and begin living like an energy
driven relentlessly onto a target,
breathing from within to produce a rythme for personal purpose,
when do children become Machiavellian,stealing for lust,lying for laughs
and hiding for safety,when do they stop believing
that they are whatever can be desired,
there are creatures on this planet displaying instinct for mimicking a prey's sound
or using camoflage for ambush,
in doing so they depart not from a natural state,
what is necessary & unnecessary for healthy survival,
is there a mask for self trust,
is there a script for peer acceptence,
a mantra or prayer for self awareness,
is there such a thing as true & untrue,a good day and a bad day,
who is responsible for truth,
is it the witness or the conductor,
does experience decieve or present,
does the frost cheat the blossom,
do words mislead or is ignorance the folly,
do men disguise themselves subsequent to virtue or vice,
to survive or profit,
the portrait speaks no riddle,
falsehood finds no home outside the frame
nor inside the canvas,
impostering is a function of honesty
to charlatan & fool alike -
J.A.B.
Where is the anger! The rage! And the courage, I expected to see?
Why is everyone so complacent?
Evangelical Christians have endorsed a cheat, a liar, a bigot, and a misogynist
because he's pro-life, God will forgive the rest; hallelujah!
Democracy used to cannibalize democracy; please pass the head of state!
A cult has formed, like the Nazi Youth, who ogled Hitler with worshiping eyes.
Those in charge have stooped so low; that they bow down to this wannabee Fuhrer
with their brown noses prominently showing above their pasted-on smiles!
If you're part of this cult, reason can't save you! You'll die for this trickster!
Chanting NO COLLUSION, NO COLLUSION! Though you know, it isn't true.
As for the rest of you, it's time you woke up!
Wipe off those cynical grins and VOTE, like your voice matters
like your vote matters, like your freedom matters, and pray that they still do!
I'm neither a democrat nor a republican,
I can't stomach the hypocrisy of either party!
As a proud Canadian, I can only empathize with your problem,
but, I'm an impartial observer, immune to the fake news, you might say.
There's no defending this President!
But his Republican stooges, Fox news, and the evangelist elite do just that!
A con-man stole their integrity and bamboozled his way into the White House.
Now, like Russia's Putin, he wants to be king!
And he'll challenge and or change the constitution to make it so!
Where is your anger! Your rage! And your courage?
I hear some Americans praise him like he's the second coming!
And insisting his Presidency was prophesied in the pages of the bible.
In what wacky world is it even possible to venerate Donald Trump
as an instrument of God? Many are oblivious to the truth,
even when his narcissism and hyperbole are so blatantly obvious!
Once more, the human psyche's tapped and loyalty siphoned off
to advance the goals of one corrupt man.
In the words of Jesus, "Father, forgive them for they know not what they do!"
May God have mercy on our souls if he wins again!
(free Verse)
Mar.24, 2018