Long Stratagem Poems
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Mutant metronome’s
stygian riddle
inscrutable fixation
spuming
clustered clairvoyance
honing snoopy
quest querulous
quicquidlibet
tamper connived
sinewy stratagem
plimsoll plot
“sneaker” of
wily webfooted
nefarious nudge
at
tenebrific toll
maple smoke
screen screed
clandestine
cobwebs cohere
mohair marinated
muddle
subdued thespian
herringbone hoodwink
skewed camouflage
perused pearl
inveigling
skulduggery rife
underscored cadence
persuasive
percussive rattle
ubiquitous underbelly
prop to
dodgy dialogue
muted ritardando
silhouette streak
dangling magnet
mired in
gauche guesswork
subterfuge sciophobia
inkpot
amorphous machination
fiction wizards
emblazon
indices incipient
embryo empiricism
mouldering
cabinet coterie
spookish svengali
minatorial
repercussions
incurvate
sniffer dog
detective
poirrot’s prognosis
clouseau contingency
that
rivetting mystery
i started a joke that i would like for you to finish
maybe then i could see that smile of yours again
it used to always make my problems fade away....even if for a little while
life's merciless stratagem has chewed you up and spit you out
the unorthodox maneuvers and sneaky foreign objects have left you battered and bruised
the earthquakes and the heartbreaks have all but rendered you depleted and defeated
however you bounce back inflated only to land in the darkest manhole deflated
it was in your deepest state of unrecognizable that i took a sudden notice of you
i was lead to start a joke and pause before the true punchline
i will wait forever for you to finish i that is how long it would take you
when the curtains come to a final close, i pray that your smile will be like ice cream from a small town dairy queen on a peaceful blue sky sunday
Wherever I would go out to
A workplace or the market
I must put my pen
In the shirt's breast pocket
Mostly a sparkling fountain pen
Though nobody uses them now
I have a collection of at least twenty
None I will part with, everyday I would vow
You are like your grandson
My friends would humorously point out
If someone pretends to take away his toy car
He would refuse angrily and shout
That day at about eleven
I had been to a bank branch for a fixed deposit
Would you mind giving me your pen
Showing the form I asked a friend, just to fill it
All eyebrows rose in surprise
As if I was a creature from a different planet
Never could I surmise, however,
It was because of the golden pen in the pocket
How could I tell them
It was a Parker with no ink in it
A compensatory stratagem
I would frequently repeat
I rushed out of the place
Sweating profusely till I reached home
And sometime later with a gel pen
Got engaged in the poetry syndrome
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February 9, 2018
For the Quirks - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by : Madison Demetros
Opt for a game where shrewd moves count,
Use stratagem to forge bold dream;
Risk beyond blame as thought now mounts.
Mind frames attempt to build grand scheme,
Apply clear wit to risk brisk grooves;
Heap the crisp sums in discrete rows,
Jolt each new fit to pile swift moves;
Observe what comes to set game show,
Note how things change as we go round;
Glimpse then the chance to pick and choose.
Gather fine range of risk made sound,
Align wise dance to tie the noose;
Make swift the way of winning take,
Exploit deep play with moves you make.
Leon Enriquez
23 February 2016
Singapore
Jesus and his disciples entered Gethsemane.
The Mount of Olives in the night’s darkness they would be.
Near him were Peter, and the two sons of Zebedee
He would feel troubled, sorrowful, and filled with ennui.
Jesus asked John and James, “Will you stay awake with me?
Please stay up and keep watch. I know you are quite sleepy.”
He moved a short distance from where the others would stay
Jesus would kneel down to the ground, and started to pray:
“For it shall be Your will, and forever from today.
Father, if it’s possible, please take this cup away.”
Jesus looked up into the heavens and then would say:
“Father, time has come. I know there is little to do.
Give your son praise to let all know the God that is true.
To grant eternal life to all those who may know You.
I have completed the work. It is totally through.
In revealing Your name to all those whom You gave me,
they now believe and accept You. They can plainly see
I came from the true God. I was sent with certainty.
I do not pray for the world, but for those who know me.
Soon I’ll be coming to You. It’s near my last hour.
Father, I ask you to protect them with Your power.
I protected them when I was with them, as You willed
None have been lost so that the Scripture would be fulfilled.
While I am still in the world, I am saying these things.
May they have the joy and pleasure knowledge of You brings.
I’ve given them Your word, and the world has hated them.
Please keep them, and protect them from evil’s stratagem.
They are all not of this world, any more than I am.
In all the truth and goodness within You, they’ll confide.
By Your word that is the truth, may they be sanctified.
I pray not only for them, but for those who follow
In order to keep them all as one, as You they’ll know.
Let them have the glory that You allowed them to see.
Knowledge of You I shall spread in perpetuity.
May all the world be brought into complete unity.
Let them be one as I in them, and as You in me.
Eye to eye contact: A Stratagem
Sneak a glance to test reception.
Try several times.
Once fleeting contact is made, ramp it up.
Move your gaze in a triangle.
Focus on one eye, then the other, then the mouth
Repeat and repeat this, over and over again.
You can't make contact with both eyes at once,
so triangulate.
Any eye contact shorter than two seconds long is considered rude.
Contact longer than five seconds is far too intense for most,
except for lovers who can endlessly
stand the stare right into their inner being.
Failing to make contact when prompted can also be seen as rude or submissive.
Keep your blink rate normal.
It's OK to break your gaze from time to time,
to share a break in contact.
Look away, to the side, not down,
as this is too submissive and shameful.
There you have it!
How to have touching eyes that make contact.
Looking outside I feel very serene inside;
the brown-breasted drake has returned
to his nest not too happy to have found
the snow-clad bushes that stood astride
a river that was the gold-seekers' pride!
The wind-whipped lake below is subdued;
last spring a brood of six closely followed
the mother duck until they swam alongside.
They disappeared from her sight to learn skills.
Her attentive glance was constantly set on them...
being afraid they would be attacked by ravens
which watched them not flipping their wings
to outwit them with their artful stratagem,
and suddenly snatch them with their claws!
Copyright ( c ) 2018 by Andrew Crisci
5/19/17
Things considered occult
Near and far from kids, teens and adults
Working with mulch
Above a gulch
Had to turn into the Hulk
And catapult
Toward successful results
Then howl at the moon like a wolf
While in and out of gulfs
No good in being in poor form
Or disordered
Got to keep pushing forward
Above and below floorboards
Considered that there will always be more storms
Whether or not it is cold or warm
I just can't spend time in forlorn
Got to take care of business, night or morn
Ready to fight for what I believe is right, with the skills of a warlord
Regardless of if it is what I was born for
Close and beyond traces of lanthanum
I'm coming through with an effective stratagem
Show you something truly masculine
Going full throttle pushing to the maximum
Among pathogens
And antigens
As well as vehicles with headlights that are halogen
When I see an animal or human struggling, I'll lend a hand and not abandon them
By: Dalton Ogletree
We’re in a young-love recession.
Gen Zers are slow to trust and averse to risk,
we have, it seems, a particular social nervousness
about interpersonal exchanges and the symbiosis of love.
So we resort to situationships (undefined relationships),
a stratagem for closeness, with zero commitment.
You can flirt; you can kiss; you can dance.
You can have a crush so big it blots out the stars
You can have transformative romantic encounters
you can care deeply and get hurt badly
you can, in fact, be absolutely wrecked by love
All without ever being in a relationship.
Thank God we’re only young once.
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Songs for this:
Die With A Smile by Lady Gaga & Bruno Mars
Busy Woman by Sabrina Carpenter
She smiles, and you believe.
She whispers, and you disarm.
Her affection is not affection,
but a weapon—
a stratagem dressed in silk.
Napoleon bent kingdoms to his will,
but could not bend Josephine.
Why?
Because he needed her more than she ever needed him.
The Emperor of Europe,
writing letters of desperate longing
while she gave herself to lesser men in Paris.
The conqueror of nations,
reduced to a supplicant,
a beggar at the altar of false love.
And you, men,
you repeat his error.
You kneel,
you beg for crumbs of attention
from women who do not need you,
who do not hunger for you,
but for the danger you cannot give.
A monster does not beg.
The monster does not kneel.
He is hungry, yes,
but not for her.
He hungers for conquest,
for power,
for the pursuit of destiny.
He devours the world,
not illusions spun from lies.
Understand this:
Love is the great deception,
the trick by which the species survives.
It seduces men into weakness,
into surrender.
And in this war,
the civilized man always loses.
For what does woman truly seek?
Not kindness, not predictability, not reason—
but danger,
the edge of chaos,
the taste of unpredictability.
Yet you, civilized men,
you offer her safety,
routine,
obedience—
and then lament when she betrays you.
You call it love.
I call it war.
And in war, only the ruthless endure.