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Premium Member A Hunched Backed Mobster

A HUNCHED BACKED MOBSTER

It’s sunset in late afternoon, where towards a water pan,
A pride of lionesses, approach with a much rehearsed plan,
Followed by a clan of mobsters,
Hyenas cackling luridly like monsters,
All wanted the impala buck, upon seeing them he ran!

The impala was unfortunately no match for these fierce lions,
Nor the clan of hyenas running after them in defiance,
The lions caught it with a crunch,
But the hyenas wanted this munch,
A stand-off between two enemies, who have no alliance.

Hyenas with much stronger jaws and now many in number
Threatened the lions, who did not fancy forever to slumber,
And decided to not argue this kill,
Hyenas hunchbacked, thick necked, will
Now demolish this meal, free from any lion encumber.

The Hyena a predator and scavenger with intense criminal intent,    
Classed as a species of only few, the Hyaenidae, this meant,
Was regarded neither as dog or cat,
A thief, a lowlife, a rat,
A brazen mobster, who leaves behind him a rancid scent! 

FOOT NOTE
But should hyenas bump into the king of the bush and his brother at the Kruger National Park,
Visitors, will be in awe as hyenas back off, outgunned and outwitted,
They will slink away!
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Outwited Masters

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       The wild wind’s whisper haz
        touched the budding roses
                giving them life

        The gawp from the writer
             before the readers
                       yep
              wuz jaw dropping

                        Yep 
          I’ve seen other roses 
                     budding
   yet these which were before me
                       yep
                      tumid
             and were an umber
         sought by many uh poets

                        Yet
                          I
                        yep
                          I
                have outwitted 
                  the masters




*Les clins d'oeil de poete

Who Names a Traitor

Who names a traitor? I will name a heart,
For hearts alone forsake the sought-for good.
The Captain Will surveys his seaman’s chart
To plot a course to guide his ark of wood.
Yet he forgets each sailor is a man.
 ‘Gin mortal foes a man be brave and strong.
Whoso is valiant, bid him join the van
To prove his manhood in the battle  throng.
Yet, what fears that combatant beset,
Who, standing lone and single in the ring,
Beholds the trident and ensnaring net
Of him that is the ocean tempest’s king?
Aye, some outwitted Neptune’s rocks and ire,
Yet perishèd. What man resists the siren’s lyre?>

"and, as treason begins in the heart, before it appears in overt-acts, so he accused you as a traitor on that account, and therefore insisted you should be put to death" Jonathan Swift, Gulliver's Travels, Chapter VII
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member An Invitation of Blessing From the Lord

Be patient, then, brothers and sisters, until the Lord’s coming. See how the farmer waits for the land to yield its valuable crop, patiently waiting for the autumn and spring rains. You too, be patient and stand firm, because the Lord’s coming is near.
                        
                                                                                                        James 5:7 NIV


AN INVITATION OF BLESSING FROM THE LORD

Hollow bells echo through October halls, stirring of starlings on video.
Cheeks of children long to be red and cold, wrapped in season’s knit.
Harvesting time brings excitement, lifting homeschool from the pit.
Scarecrow sentries stuffed with hay, outwitted by smart-alec crows.

A season for pies with buttery dough — apple, pumpkin and pecan.
Mom’s wearing a vintage apron. Picture the prize with flour on face.
How inviting an Autumn kitchen is, filled with laughter and grace.
Couples, parents with children, cuddle up — moonlight and afghans.

Compassion and mercy on display in Fall’s Cornucopia, therefore be calm
as the land blossoms in corn and pumpkins, green-yellow warty gourds.
Former rain, its arrow unleashed, an invitation of blessing from the Lord.
Angelic breezes, maple-winged cherubs crunching oak - nature of psalms.

October Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Enclosed Rhyme

Away From Home

Life I miss you dear
For my time, it nears
I know you think
You’ve preached
And I did not hear
But I am now here
And with in my most
Towering moments
I can not help 
But to be sincere
For when hours become
Too long for days 
And days seem to 
Outstretch our years 
Out in the clear
Fate seems to come 
As it appears 

I reached out 
For those 
Who would not respond
I look here and beyond
When there was  no one 
To be fond of 
Missing hours beneath the sun
Days have become long 
And less fun
With no where to run
Soon I will be done
How can I be peaceful
When I take two steps here
And get knocked back six steps there
Nothing more to reach for

For quiet times
I questioned my blessings
Outwitted suicide
Residing to stressing
To visualize 
Our opponents in the making
Days, this life
It’s here for the taking
I see through the souls of men
My near awaking 
I’m home but I’m not 
I’m in your arms but 
I will soon be forgot

Could you hold me still
If I rested my thoughts 
Should I take you there 
Would you even inhale our air
Fore these seasons I donot care 
A homeless man 
With casual intensions
Please be ware
Form:


Premium Member Battle For the Birdseed

We love feeding and watching the birds which is why in the mountains when we’re there
if you visit us there’s a good chance you’ll see bird feeders everywhere.

It seems like such an easy task..fill the feeders…and see what birds we’ll greet….
but there are squirrels and there are raccoons who also like to eat.

The squirrels attack the feeders in the day…
while raccoons like to feed at night
both have one trait in common…an unending appetite.

As anyone who has ever had a bird feeder is aware
squirrels and raccoons are selfish…they do not like to share.

We’ve come up with a host of well-thought-out plans…but each one we’ve had to repeal
when the little bandits kept devising new and better ways to steal.

Until we remembered Deborah’s father…

he was gardener who always planted extra vegetables 
for any animal who happened by….
and decided with the squirrels and raccoons…his solution we’d apply.

So we purchased extra bird seed…and opened the Balsam Birdseed Café
Now…we refill the feeders as needed when the squirrels feed throughout the day.

And we make sure our feeders have a little birdseed in them before we turn out the lights…so the raccoons will have a little snack when they visit in the night.

This way everyone is happy…we have a host of birds we get to meet
and their neighbors the squirrels and raccoons get enough to eat.

This also makes it easier to come to terms…
as each new day and night unfurls…
how for years we have been outwitted by raccoons…
and outsmarted by the squirrels.
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

The Understudy

When They Were Reversed                                                           Leitmotif Seria
---------------------------------                                                 -------------------------
By:Contralto Mezzo                                                                    By: Castrato Bel Canto
---------------------------------                                                 -------------------------
              I told a friend                                                                A standard set up
  and she confirmed the same                                                  the reverse can lead to
 it's that part of love and loving                                                         confusion
          that no seems to say                                               when the arrangement is swapped
             a situation where                                                          thus is non-traditional in 
when this arrangement is swapped                                                 A standard order   
                                                                                              To those accustom to a certain
                                                                                                      way of doing things
                                                                                                         it can be a difficult
                                                                                                             adaptation

             to be ruined, defeated,or outwitted,
                through trickery or deception
         cheated or swindled out of something
                    cursed cause I failed to win
                    polite and less informal
                  won't go that route again
       exhausted exploration of something else
               "euchred" if they fail to win
         the number of tricks they promised
                    tired in the literal sense
                the general sense in meaning
                  use of the word to express
                 the way this man is feeling
Form: Ballad

A Christmas Acrostic

abecedarian 

Angels announced a special birth:
“Be not afraid!”  Born in Bethlehem,
Come and see the Christ child,
Desire of Nations born in David’s town.
Emmanuel means God came to earth,
Favored One, first born of Mary. 
“Glory be to God in the highest”
Heaven come down to dwell with men.
Israel’s strength and consolation,  
Judah’s Prince of Peace, He was and is...
King of Kings, all-knowing and kind
Lord of Lords, lauded and lavished 
Months later by Magi who marched to His star.
Notwithstanding King Herod’s claim, they
Outwitted him and offered Christ presents -
Provisions which paid for passage - 
Quick escape to Egypt from the
Retaliation of Herod’s rival schemes.
Some people, sheep with no Shepherd, 
Totally reject this account as a theory.
Unbelieving souls and others deny Jesus’
Virgin birth, divesting Him of divinity,
Wonderful Counselor, Wellspring of faith.
X-mas excludes the Christ from Christmas,
Yeshua's miraculous birth, which the
Zeal of Zion’s God accomplished.

written  01 January 2016
ZZZ-001

contest:  Writing Challenge 2019 Christmas poems
hostess:  Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode.

Premium Member Crypto blockchain bicycle

I rode a bicycle frae ma Highland estate
The heather was purple, the weather was great
Then my cell phone rang, the news verra bad
Ma hoose was on fire, everything I had

My crypto passwords could go up in smoke
My Ponzi scheme clients would not think that a joke
My offshore accounts, my ill-gotten gains
All turning to ash, all down the drain.

**(Chorus)**
Oh pedal, lad, pedal, yer empire’s ablaze
an orphaned blockchain, an untraversable maze.
From hedge funds to hedges, it’s all gaun wrong
You can’t outrun fraud on a bicycle, son.

I knew there would be hell to greet
So I reversed, pedaled like an athlete
Three miles back I ran into sheep
An endless flock like a mudflow did creep.

I jumped the wall of the M-90, my bike and me
Nearly became a historic debris
A lorry driver honked, let out a curse
I gave an appeasing smile, couldn't get worse.

Jumped over the wall to another rural road
Orange haze rising—I was in panic mode
Then a large stag stepped calmly in my way
Looked at me like he had all day.

A copper on a motorbike came from behind
I thought this was truly the end of the line
I told him the missus and bairns were ahead
But really I had to salvage crypto instead.

He shot in the air to make the deer go away
I made it to the manor, the firemen bade me stay
I saw my years of conning disappear into the sky
A few ashes flew past like a sarcastic goodbye

Noo folk frae the shadows are seeking their fee
They’re no keen on excuses—they’re hunting for me
I’m hiding on Mull where the sea eagles cry
It’s bonnie as heaven… I’m likely tae die

Outwitted by sheep… and a stag wi’ a stare
In Scotland, lad, crime dis-nae get ye far there.
Form: Lyric

Intellectual Peer Pressure

Intellectual peer pressure

The faces change from smiles to sneers
from effusive praises to contemptible jeers.
A man whose wisdom has been seen for years
now forced to face his prideful peers.

A man whose intellect is simply beyond compare
those who read his works just stop and stare.
How can someone hold their own and debate such a man?
His thoughts and reasoning's are as well laid out plans.

His eloquence, his observations, are without any match
outwitted, his enemies, launch and scheme a hateful attack.
He knows their devotion, to unproven theories, is like a religion
He does not cower as he faces their vitriolic words of derision.

The odds are against him, hundreds to one, but he declares his faith in God!
Silence is deafening for a few moments, then one brave soul applauds.
The crowds turn against the two of them, in a heated hateful rage
Ignorance and prideful enmity, is clearly on display!

Without acknowledging that he might be right, they were both voted out!
But, forevermore in the back of their mind there is that lingering doubt...


John Derek Hamilton
February 16,2016
Form: Quatrain

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