Manipulators Poems | Examples

How Much of Life

    How much of life do we catch
       as we walk briskly past windows
     behind each a drama unfolding

     How much of life do we miss
       as we speed past tenements teeming
     with primal emotions, like downed power lines
       alive with passion and angst 

     How much of life can we know as 
       as we fly across continents
     spanning time zones of populations divers
       running the gamut from AI-creators and
     manipulators to prep cooks, no-counts and killers 

    How much of life would have enriched us if attention were paid
      to the windows on the journeys that you and I've made

Way Up is Down

Being Desperate to succeed,
Means desperate to foresee.

To foresee the rudiments of success,
On steady look and not on swift races.

Though sense organs react to tranny's pains,
If they endure, it results to plenty gains.

As tolerance life's span has no limit,
That's why success stay for no limit.

There are tyrant on the walls of pen and paper,
That even syringe manipulators inherent tyranny from the paper.

All spheres of life experience tyranny,
Sometimes to compact us not tyranny.

Those who persevere stand up concretized,
As rocks that have been conscientised.

Following this noble trend,
Is to know thy godlily friend.

A raise of thy shoulder is a total down,
For the way up is head and shoulder down.

The Great Fall

Disseminated, I fell in Fall
A Cascade of Amber Autumn Leaves
Rejected and Cast Away by Deep Rooted Seasoned Trees
Purged of Energy that no Longer Align
Nature's Foreboding Warning Sign. 

Discarded By the Gravity, Mercurial Retrograded
I Succumbed, Physically Numbed to Embrace Transformation
Pluto deemed Necessary Shadow Self  Initiation
For My Path is Destined, A Daunting Journey
Where I Confront Layers of My Soul and Fulfil My Destiny
For When Lifeless Leaves Fall From Their Hosts of Trees
In the New Luna I Shed Outdated Tendencies.

Within Chaos is Order, Scorpio's Moon Emotionally Drenched
Illusions Of Fear and Limitations Shackled and Benched
No more Tears, Isolated from Mundane Manipulators 
I Reject the Noise, Choosing the Peacemakers
Hibernated in a Cocoon of Self Discovery, Secure from the Torpid Winter
Connected to the All, Yet a Solitary Snowflake, An Icy Splinter 
In Winters Brutal Hold, Profound Wisdom in a Snowflake Unfold
At Home In Comfort in Pluto's Ninth Mansion
Metamorphic Recycled Soul Secured In A Celestial Tapestry of Expansion.

DANGEROUS

Don't anger us
We so dangerous 
Spirits speaking 
It's not for the carnal
Man on a mission 
Liberation thy goal
Mediocre can't relate.

Our words 
So dangerous 
To manipulators 
Oppressors and more
It threatens their system 
We're the liberators
Liberating people 
From all forms of slavery.

You can't ruin us
 rule us negatively 
We so generous 
Divinely guided 
Highly protected 
All time, places and realms 
We've got fierce protectors 
Giving us confidence 
We are so dangerous but meek
Almighty God  we always lean on.

The Poeple

They, the invisible manipulators
that speak for us all,
they called us 'the people'.

Some went seeking Big Foot,
we needed a sasquatch, a mentor.
Some tried hallucinogens,
others called it a day too soon.

Snicker bars were getting smaller,
there was much unfocused discontent.
The dead were accused of letting us down
far too gently.

The people waited
for an artificial Intelligence,
a drug to lead them
to make better decisions.

People lost faith in people,
buskers pawned their guitars and flutes,
violins were sold for guns.

It was the best of the worst,
and it did not get any better
just suspiciously easier.

Arms To Fight Our Mental Health

Why don’t they teach you in school 
all the different ways of people 
the narcissists need to control 
their treatment that turns cold 
the manipulators need to hold 
separating heart from soul 

We do not see evil deeds until it is our time to bleed 
the tricksters lies to deceive, the rule book they will never read, 
emotional blackmail or coercion killing the dream of the person 
the tattletales fictional version always depicting who is the worse one

Because those who don’t play by the rules 
don’t stop until you’re miserable 
teaching what’s not taught in school 
so you learn after the fall 

Mental health is on a scale 
success as easy as the fail 
yet with no method to tell 
behaviour heading straight for Hell 

so in this world made of people 
we cannot detect what’s lethal 
taught things which we have no need for 
psychology is what we should teach more 

Armour up our mental health 
protecting us from someone else 
just some knowledge there to help 
so we see evil deeds in stealth 

A radar to protect oneself 
armed to save our mental health

Mr Mrs Manipulators

Mr MrsManipulators  agents and schemers,
Hustlers prying on individuals emotions, trust
and finances. Merchants of manipulating a fraud Mr Mrs instigators scheming lies charmers and influencers of deceptions plotting one's downfall to gain popularity and notoriery.

Pepperman Perspective 4172022

I OPENED A DOOR IN THE UNIVERSE
TO WITNESS WHAT I BELIEVE IS WAR.
LITTLE DID I REALIZE
IT WAS THAT AND SO MUCH MORE.

A WAR BETWEEN RELIGIONS,
SOCIETY AND BELIEVES
PURVEYORS OF DECEPTION
MANIPULATORS OF DECEIT.

CONFUSION, CHAOS, MAYHEM,
DEPLOYED TO CREATE THE BLIND.
POISONING OF THE FUTURE 
BY POISONING YOUNG MINDS.

CONTROL OVER BEINGS FREEDOMS.
CONTROL OVER THE WAY THEY THINK.
PSYCHOPATHS COMPETING
TO PUSH BELIEVERS TO THE BRINK.

THEY'RE LIVING IN A SOCIETY
WHERE CULTIST DISTRIBUTE LIES.
TRUTH SEEKERS SEEK THE TRUTH
AND ASK THE QUESTION WHY.

LIVE IN ETERNAL DARKNESS
OR LIVE IN ETERNAL LIGHT.
EVERYONE WAS GIVEN THE CHOICE
TO DO WHAT THEY BELIEVE IS RIGHT.

EVIL RESIDES IN DARKNESS.
BELIEVERS, STAND IN LIGHT.
INVASION OF DISBELIEVERS
BELIEVERS STAND AND FIGHT.

ELEVATED CONSCIOUSNESS
IS WHAT EVIL FEARS THE MOST.
RESIDING INSIDE EVERY BEING
IS THE SPIRIT OF THE HOLY GHOST.

THERE IS ONLY GOOD AND EVIL.
THERE IS ONLY RIGHT AND WRONG.
AFTER EVERY TWILIGHT
THEY MUST FACE THE LIGHT OF DAWN.

Michael E. Harris
04172022

Bad Bossman

I have seen
Insensitive men
That flourish
With power
Inside the office boardroom,
Manipulators.

Spilling blood
Of inspired culture
A place where
Slight of tongue
Turns the blade within the wound,
Hard men are cut down.

How is one
Suppose to respect
All this crap
When marooned
In the mist of tyranny?
And one-way highways.

Hone one’s mind
Within the wanton wit
Deliver
Pen and ink
The fatal blow of a rhyme,
Tag him in his prime.

 © Harry J Horsman 2022

Weakness So Ugly

manipulators fall short 
they don't achieve 
no honour to report 
they're just weak

competition avoided 
witnesses none 
petty defiance 
sinisterly done 

this their weapon 
whispered ideas 
even threaten
vicious toward fear 

leading down
not true leaders
feeling crowned
woeful weakness 

selfish uncaring 
fake when sparing 
twisted daring 
two faced staring 

entitled in their minds 
non progressive with time 
victims of crime 
sympathy onside 

they don't think beyond
stuck this day and night
conclusion foregone 
delusion says their right 

abusing authority 
never a majority 
silent priorities 
perspective victory 

a belief they know best 
stand above the rest
yet never contest 
nor win yet feel blessed

they are scum
they are dumb
they're not fun 
humour, they've none 

but they live in their own little world 
thinking the way of aged 5 boy or girl
they believe in just a path blind to the field 
mentally and physically make you hurl

Manipulated

i tell them i was manipulated
and they don't speak to me
they ask those who manipulated
I don't know how to breathe 

the manipulators paint the scene
and even though I shout and scream
manipulators paint the scene 
and worst of all I'm painted mean 

they don't even come to me
they don't even look to see

I'm not even involved 
yet ideas evolve

this is just insanity
is this really humanity 
ignorant brutality 
how the hell can it be

Is It Wise

Is it wise to be so open?
I mean, a poet, if true
to his paper and ink,
is there for all to read;

My cover well tattered…

lots of greasy finger-marks
and coffee-stains – some
blood – those nasty paper-
cuts; but what life worth
a chronicle if all blossomy,
well pruned; reflections
sparkling in a fancy beveled
mirror, free from the many
shards that bleed great works
into print? We are a strange
lot; in that our questions go
far deeper than any face,  
covering far more ground
than any expression would
indicate – I heard somewhere,
maybe I said it, that love
is not where you find it
as much as where it is
taken; I think more, that,
we bring our hearts to every
breakfast...and the dinners,
though few and far between, 
are banquets even gods and
goddesses, manipulators of
of us sensitive, perhaps very
flawed creatures, will eternally 
envy….

Torn

Caught in the middle with nowhere to go
Between two strong-willed women
Manipulators according to their wiles
Related to one by blood
The other by dint of wedlock
Which one has the greater pull
On the tide of his wracked emotions
The chosen controller of his home
Or the one with the tidal power
of blood shared by her birth?
How he is tossed and torn
Amidst the twin but hostile competing tides
Mercilessly dragging him one way ,then the other
Swamping his compass of clear thought
With loyalty tested and doubted
By the partisan  and opposing currents
Whose anger remains unbridled
And unforgiving to the depths of their very souls
Fighting their unrelenting battle
In towering crests of  surging emotion
Hoping to gain total supremacy
Over him  who is no more than a piece of flotsam
In this relentless clash of tsunamis
Being dragged ever deeper by both irresistible forces
In the competing riptides of disturbed and irreconcilable passions,
Leaving him feeling helpless 
As he loses the will to live.

When I Go Out To Speak

When I go out to speak,
I mean to be heard,
giving voice to the spoken word.
I am one of many,
one of the chosen few,
of a distinguished crew.
Poets who answered the call,
Wordsmiths, Storytellers
Versifiers, master mighty mouth
Manipulators and speakers of the truth.
Ladies and gentlemen,
Young and old alike.
Tonight, those of us 
who are not wrapped too tight.
Can only hope to hold your attention,
With a world’s fair of the words.
Whenever we choose
to stand and vent.
It is a poetic expressions event.
We dim the lights
in someone’s living room.
Appear in the middle of a café
sometimes with a Dee Jay.
Making our stand accompanied by a band,
in the spotlight on stage.
Or in the middle of Bookstores,
Bars and Restaurants.
Standing on a soapbox 
in New York’s Time Square.
That’s right I’ve been there.
Poets everywhere at some point 
Stand on a rock and scream 
at the world.
To say or to convey,
To spit or express
To give nothing less
Than their very best.
When we go out to speak,
We mean to be heard,
Giving voice to the spoken word.

News Fiasco Internationale

I looked in the paper, and guess what it said?
It read, "Panagiota is dead!
I quick turned on CNN.
News Alert! "Panagiota lost her head!"
Oh, I was more than mad!

So I went to Joe Scarborough on MSNBC.
He reported ever so gleefully..
"There is not,and never will a Panagiota be!

Don Lemon, Mr.Cool, just had a sip of water.
Then, burped and in a velvety, whisper uttered.
"Oh, Panagiota. Yes. She never mattered."

So why this rhyme, you ask? 
It's time for the media to take off their masks.
Show themselves for who they are, be given a 
check, shown the door and find other tasks.

I have never heard such lies from so many stations.
I can't stop the transfusion of lies drowning all the 
nations.

I just know there is a God, to answer to.
And I am glad I am not any of these manipulators.
Their day is coming my friend. They willingly forgot 
that God is bigger than any puny station.

And you bet, they will all have to pay one eternal due 
in a fiery end.
So be your own best friend.
Be a stand-up person.
There is no glory nor eternal joy in a harangue of baseless 
condemnations and allegations.


September 13. 2019

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