Long Deception Poems
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Cackle like hens
might the fox
find you
he spoke.
that those who
feedest thee sowest not
but sprinkle grains to fatten
might the fox
spoil the harvest
there labors shall be in vain!
Nyx raised stranger people
with the teachings of the night
she offered them suggestions
how to use and make poorish
troublings barable: so we thought
make way that the ballet shall
never be written and the song
never sung.
Hera over hearing Nyx, interuped
and cursed Nyx who told the women
to have there men save there money
and buy expensive things
and tell these men that you will marry them
and when all the women shall meet
together
they shall agree then not to marry
and the men shall be emotional and uncaring
and the Followers of Dolus
will be able to trick them of there
tresures by making them
assocate there wealth with there enablity to
gain the hand of those they had loved.
Hera cursed them with words of division
and spoke there ills before the other Gods.
Dolus sought Nyx and stood beside her
as to the honor they had developed.
Chorest thee might
others might prosper.
that chariots might make strong men weak
and then the women who act as they adore him
might become wealthy from being deceptive.
Might the the horses make dust
that they might not see
and the noise of
the wheels
might distort there decision making
spoke Dolus. Again Hera herd these words and said.
Might the consortment of deception
be your own undoing.
Three hundred nights mights might these
women barest.
that those who chore
to aquire there hands in marrage
might chore no more said Hera!
A the tricks of whorish women
shall be story's of
trustest persons warnings to all against
the devlsh ways of whoring folk.
In Your Shoes
I bow my head in shame my dear
For all the wrongs I have done to you
You swore your undying love for me
And I took it all and swore it too
You may wonder at such a thing
As me admitting such deception
But it has only lately come to light
That I discovered this lack of affection
I truly believed my love for you
Matched the love you swore to me
But now I find I just didn’t know
And I simply could not see
We buried you late in November
About seven years ago or so
Now I’ve decided to begin a new life
And the starting has been rather slow
But I finally found a new beginning
And I am thrilled clear to my toes
But in finding this wonderful love
I discovered a fact no one knows.
I now know what you felt for me
It was true love without any ending
For that is the way I feel now
True love without any pretending
I do hope you can forgive me
And I can get rid of this terrible shame
I am glad to know how you felt
Because now I am feeling the same
So rest in peace my dear
I have learned a lesson from you
It is not something I soon shall forget
I know now what it was like in your shoes
Once everything was lavish,
I needed no special wish...
surviving on strength alone
seemed impossible, but I failed twice
not knowing the magnitude of my sacrifice.
Making changed and adapt to another lifestyle
with less desires was an incomparable task
friends ask me how I still survive with little...
they would think I'm crazy if I told them it's cost,
or the thrifty ways I've learned to avoid a loss.
My apartment was spacious and livable
with a stunning view of Forest Park,
I felt like a king entering his castle...
would I sincerely want that back?
My response wouldn't be so positive.
The more money I had the more I squandered on useless needs
without realizing that no treasure would be full with restless hands
if no measures were taken to keep it from wasteful urges...
was it because I had no wisdom in the prime of my youth,
or was it the foolishness to resemble an admired sheik?
I have no wish for riches, I only pursue happiness
in the very simple things that are not spoiled by greed...
a mansion on the beachfront would be nice indeed,
a yacht to sail the seas would be the next choice,
but how would I feel at peace and continuously rejoice?
Surviving on strength by planning a strategy is very wise,
even stock-holders who keep track of their profits pay some price;
and God forbid they lose their fortune to underestimated risks,
what would be their worth...the equal of ordinary men?
No, I won't fall into that deception: that being wealthy is everything!
Kyiv, cultural hub of Eastern Europe
ancestral home of ancient Slavs
bombardment implacable
by the Russian tyrant's corps
a despot dismissing Ukraine's nationhood
a democratic thrust
shackling Ukraine for its wheat wealth
and mineral gain
marching black boots, green tanks that roll
demands for political control
when free will's deemed a provocation
love of country
love of freedom
Ukrainians fight onslaught, relentless
inestimable courage
'gainst the Russian foe, its war crimes with a
molten flow
while the West slips to a sanctions blow
pilgrimage of military ware
media clips of Ukrainian children, women, the frail
mass flee through rubble, shell shocked
a trek that strips the soles of feet
from Russian air strikes
an indiscriminate killing
humanitarian crisis overflow
"War of annihilation!" Ukraine's president cries
blood soaked strife
by the Russian bear in cagey deception
quest of domination
arched back of aggression
a world order dissolving
in the violent pitch of chaos
people shredded like cheap currency
their mythic status to fight on
to salvage freedom's shank of gold
too many "why's" to answer for
nimble evasions
should the west look away from
rattling war's expansive cage
Poem composed: March 18, 2022
Millions of people from China’s homeland
Were shocked and torn that the Great Law was banned
They faithfully and peacefully pleaded for appeal
But Zemin was bound their beliefs he would steal
Great numbers of practitioners held tight to their beliefs
As they were beaten, brainwashed and tortured by police
Their suffering and pain were peacefully endured
The persecutors were baffled; but their jobs were secured
Millions of families broken from Zemin’s hate
Some fled to tell the world of their cruel fate
But hate propaganda was spread through the world
The stage controlled for the media to hurl
The lies hidden behind economics and free trade
Concealed by deception and the sinful acts made
The evil specter lurked in a horrific way
Multitudes of deaths in prison camps each day
Practitioners worldwide continuously appealed
Clarifying the truth that the persecution is real
But truth was rejected, censored, declined
It’s too horrific to report when profit toed the line.
In USA, 2000, The Epoch Times was born
9 ping was published to subdue the storm
“Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party” did start
Hordes of resignations, the CCPs collapse was marked’’
Human body plastination, China’s 2004 nightmare
Dalian Hoffen, had prisoners of conscience to spare
Sui Hongjin contorted Cadavers to display
Bo Xilai was the Governor, directing evil dismay
A broad Kilgour, Matas and Gutmann’s evidence grew
“A new form of evil on earth” was true
2006 live organ harvesting was revealed
Prisons and hospitals, had body parts to steal
How do you correct someone whom is in serious error
even when evidence and facts points to the source of truth
such a narrow vision looses all credit sitting within judgement
Lacking knowledge it lacks wisdom to hold a discussion properly ordered
painting black as white speaking from the heart and soul of understanding
what sense of well being supports the tongue of deception held in account
curling words to suit an inner agenda which becomes borderline hard to fathom
To try and justify acts of aggression they blame the Gospel as standing in condemnation
correction is a hard article to swallow when it comes to pride admitting guilt
character assassination deliberately killing words that sit against the grain
The finger prints of such actions deliberately ignores respect
it pushes with hate an agenda riddled with lies corrupted by vice
The Valley Of Man
Man is a God
But one who stared to long
Towards the sun
Burnt his eyes bright with blindness
Stacking himself aside like mountains
Now miles in between where he is
And where he begun
In the distance grows deception
Further away grows his sun
Until Earth that he lives
Comes in unfamiliar tones
Look across the land in question
Then to the sky
The sun is gone
But in the darkness of the distance
As a moon pride can be
High and mighty illuminations
But all alone in misery
So enamored by the falling
Silver shines of man
Breaks away from his creator
Slowly becomes aware
Of another that eclipses
Be it Able, be it Caine
But it is a brother that cast a shadow
In the valley of the man
Form:
Bride of Christ we will defend
We are here for Him to send
For the souls that need to mend
This unholy deception, it must end
The violated they saw fit to scare
Were told their stories not to share
Although 'twas said that they did care
Their consolation, anything but fair
Holy Spirit please send your light
Expose the secrecy to our sight
With Your power peer into the night
Be our guide throughout this fight
Through our anguish and our pain
The love of Christ we always maintain
Our souls they sought for their own gain
Decades of abuse, from sons of Cain
Can they not hear our pleading calls
That loudly echo through the holy halls
Of course their empire, it must not fall
Vowed to be defended by one and for all
The defiled who listen with open ear
Rarely hear that justice will cost dear
The very souls that should be drawn near
Are ghostly shadows in the temptor's mirror
How much faith have they wrecked then
In secret to set Barabbas free once again
To embrace the darkness as an old friend
Crucify Christ time after time, without end
Isn’t there a selfish desire we all crave for?
Purely for the trenches of our minds
Roaming in the realms of our hopeless reality.
What accumulates and what festers there
Is all good and all evil
Its total usage of power and of brute and of control.
Balance is forbidden
Sharing and caring are ripped at the roots
No universal laws are attached
Only the laws one enacts as universal.
What festers in my own
Is a hunger for impeccable strength
Muscled to my core and a core of vigour
Of mind and of body.
To be invincible is to sit above all that destroys man
If such an ache could erect this desire
The elements would be of my control
And every right I would declare pious
And every regret would be food for the maggots.
What accumulates the creation
Of this wanted deception
Is no matter of good nor evil, but fear.
We are the new humans of a new poverty
Of anxiety and dread and distress.
We look to survive with the future in mind
Surviving incidents that have yet to occur
But we think we know it will.
I despise my weak physique
My lack of sense infuriates me
How they interact with the world frightens me.
I want to live in the other world
Striking fear into those who harm me
I want my wants to exist
In this realm of limited and impossible laws
I just want to live the better version of me
To save me from all of you
Don’t you want that, too?
“All war is a deception”
The day was chilly and dark
Low clouds hung over the sun
A low church stood a silent witness
To the raging sea and surf
Past its bent arch, darkness reigned
A candle lit slowly by the priest.
One by one the faces come to light.
Amused bronze. Smiling stone. Unsurprised.
For a time the length of that candle
gesture after gesture revives and dies.
Stance after lost stance is found
and lost again.
Who was that, you ask.
The saviour, the son, the priest replies.
A sceptic candle coughs.
I count the angels on the wall
And mother Mary’s soft tears
As all around the war rages
You come out in the dark sun
And find the children playing the game of death
24/09/2011
By Tahera Mannan
For constance’s “The Church by the ocean” contest