Masterminds Poems | Examples

Within the Dirt, Stars Form

Dusting the floor,
my broom wrestles
with the cobwebs lingering
from yesterday's sales,
all around the ceramics
the threads poke
in all directions,
I kick the dustpan 
and the dirt crystalizes 
in midair,

for a moment, it was beautiful. 

Sirius, bright as always but
Canopus, closely behind. 

The vacant moment 
stabilizes,
attuning gravity 
for the slightest
second.

The image painted its portrait 
onto the walls just as 

Starry Night captured Van Gogh. 

Unlike brilliant masterminds,
the stars fall as gravity remembers
its role. 

The glittering dots flake 
over my feet blending 
back into the ground,

the straws weak grip lifts
the dirt kicking it back
outside, yet again it forms 
high up in the skies blending 
with nature as it hides,

slowly it vanishes 
as its memory remains

within the dirt, stars form.

MASTERMINDS

Freedom comes with a cause 
A price to pay
Only the brave pay dearly 
Due to the danger of suffering 
Even when you're doing your best 
It seems like you've done nothing 
Due to denials and oppression from opposition.

To be a mastermind
You must master your mind
Knowing what you're made for or of
Then surrounding yourself with masters of minds
Sharing your opinion with others 
For a specific or common interest or goal.

To give a masterpiece 
You must work with 
Masters of the mind
People who know 
What they want or need in life 
Doing what brings them closer to their goals.

October creeps amid the shadows

October creeps amid the shadows
Lengthening
The shortness of the day
Dancing amid the pumpkins
Chortling in its chill
Adding boney fingers to the trees
Reaching into our fears
Tickling with terror
The mystery of a gleeful night
As demons dance with ballerinas
Midget masterminds plot
Against larger super heroes
Trembling
As the door opens
A hand reaches out
A shriek, a panic of footsteps
A hollow laughter trailing


October
She scares ‘em every year
But gives really great treats

Mastermind

We are masterminds.
We can be cunning,
But sometimes, we need a break from deception.
They wonder about that.
We smile less, and act as tired as we feel.
Standing with them at the crosswalk.
We never cross, we never trust green lights.
All us masterminds…
Hesitate too long…
Get left behind.
We can try to be cunning.
But sometimes that’s all they need.
To find us out.

Glamour

When splendor shimmers hypnotized glance
O, glamour, how captivating is your stance,
Aesthetic, harmonious, brushstrokes of art,
Flaring embers of elation in enamored heart.

Opulence of your aura lights glorious flame
Showcasing gems, glittering ornate acclaim
Ravishing pulses-fervid of inflamed desire
From stunning demeanor of alluring attire.

You are a flirtation, an enchanting display,
An embroidery woven, motifs exotic relay,
On fabric of life, teasing impulses of mind;
Fascinations galore, masterminds designed.

Yet, I wonder, if your charm is real, is it all true,
Are you a diamond, through and through;
Be not spurious, be not dubious, divulge a clue,
Behind glittering façade is it genuine you?

Be not a counterfeit to unsuspecting sight,
O, glamor, dazzle not, sparkling false delight
For inner halo is brighter that a phony smile,
Be the authentic grandeur of affluent style.

I Know a Place

I know a place where imperialism is hated
      So much because majority people don't enjoy
           From that system.The place is called,
"Africa"...Where many people praying  for its death daily. 

      I know a place where racism is a popular song, 
Majority people speaking about racism here and there 
     That place is called" South Africa." Majority big
Companies & farms own by some people of same race. 

      I know a place where tribalism is like musics.
Tribal conflicts rise most times in certain countries,
     That place is called "Africa." Most masterminds 
Of those conflicts and other troubles are outsiders

                                    May 26/2023
            Written for poetry contest sponsored 
                                  by Edward Ibeh 
                   Chosen tlitle: I KNOW A PLACE

Taxi Violances

Taxi violances 
Many taxi owners 
Are always murdered 
For different reasons 
In their taxi industry, 
Crime prevention securities
At many ranks and 
Houses of taxi owners 
With big guns mostly. 

Trapping each others
Due to secret coflicts 
In some  families and
Businesses.
Hate, 
Jealous, 
Envy 
Sounding loudly,
And very 
Heavy to carry. 
Turning hunters , 
Hunting each others
Publicly.
Very 
hard 
life, 
Yoh!
Yeah!
Yebo! Yes
To  live 
With much fear daily.

Being riches
But sleepless nights
Thinking of being killed 
At any time, 
Like some people 
With no rights.
Hard 
For the government officials 
To monitor those crimes, 
In many taxi ranks 
Of different cities 
And 
Rural erears.

Hope 
Love 
And 
Peace 
Will find 
Place
In hearts 
Of Crimes 
Masterminds 
And
stop taxis
Violances. 

By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe 
           Mussabwa Chris

Twist of Truth

My accountant’s forever twisting truth
between glasses of generous tall vermouth,
forever conniving to save face
while under breath reciting grace.

Endlessly playing the most convoluted charades,
he masterminds the grandest schemes and escapades.
Inevitably he comes to the same conclusion
that one day there will be no absolution;
still, he refuses to abandon hope
that he’ll find the way to get richer than the pope



AP: Third place 2022

Posted on June 28, 2022

Playing the Game of Poker

PLAYING THE GAME Of  POKER 

At the table,
the dealer begins the game,
passing out set number of cards,
players ready to exhibit mental acuity.

A full house of masterminds,
getting familiar with the cards,
playing different variations of the game.
everyone with a target.

We fold, check, call or raise,
strategizing on how to topple the other,
straight, stud, draw or community,
mostly, same rule applies.

The game of poker,
quite similar to life.
simple,yet complex!
requires a lot of maths and psychology.

It's a bet, full of trials and errors.
Some rely on their tenacity and courage,
their adroitness and tactics,
for maximum result.

Some compromise it all,
yet, no aroma of fresh fruits.
some run out of chips, even before they get a chance to play.

We all are players,
playing the mean game of poker,
round the clock,
with dexterous manoeuvre.

The difference is,
some have mastered the soft skills,
and have become connoisseurs of the game.
while some are still baking in the oven.

In this game of life,
sometimes we win,
sometimes we lose.
we all bet,we all play.

Birds of a Feather

Sporting in lightening spell bounds of nature 
Caressing the coolness of the peaceful  sky 
Worthy stake embellish wings adventure 
Cordially exploring weather so  bright 

Two placed up on high heaps wings sojourn 
Innate drives mount the hope cum disturbed winds 
Fright of possible fall is thereby spurn 
They are the airborne rocking the headwinds 

Masterminds of the muse behind aircraft 
That clothes human envies to flying 
Through necromancy braced up in witchcraft 
Beyond imaginable horizon

Both enjoys the openness that caress the grace 
Which journeys them along peacefully in space

Fierce Driving Force

My awe and fascinated find 
Lost deeply in a human mind. 
Its fancy fonts, not easy read, 
And yet it masterminds each deed. 

Incessant innovative source, 
Societies’ fierce driving force. 
The scope of knowledge, wide and vast, 
What minds grasp is designed to last. 

Dishonoured defaults of mankind 
Sit heavy on a human mind. 
Gloom, ecstatic joy and sorrows 
Hide in crevices and burrows.
 
Its stoic strength, rare and unique, 
Exudes an aura of mystique.
Motion and progress in its prime, 
Sparking the bright minds of all time. 

And never fails to fascinate -
Mind’s lust for wit, insatiate.

May 20, 2022

The Consequence of Love

The shaman knew of it's great power.  
Of its ability to show the reality of life.
When those demons are driven out.
Breaking the bad habit of living cheap.
Instead living an examined way of life.
In the war of truth and love against sin.
Always a lopsided challenge of ideology.
Well known in the land of masterminds.
As per the Great Gathering of Gratitude.
Where the dying release the propaganda.
And accept the notion that it doesn't end.
The humans are vested in fleshly armor.
Not aware they use it each and every day.
How instinct preserves the power of thought.
To raise up the common man's use of will.
Until we each control ourselves to the end.
To follow a new kind of love relationship.
A love that holds no secrets or false fielty. 
Where there are wide eyes and throat lumps.
And a desire to follow the voice of conscience.
To fear not that your life be as an open book.
For the pure of heart is the lighthouse of love.
And has a face like a moment of freshness.
That looks out with still eyes...at nothing.

From Ark To Arc

Eight embark
passage on
No-ah's ark.
The rains pour night and day,
nine hundred, sixty hours.
Their world judged, cast away,
Eight souls embark earth's sod
flooded with emptiness...
masterminds for their God
Grasp gone, An arc appears - the rainbow,
revered symbol shaped by God himself.
His promise: earth will not undergo
a second deluge over the top.
Seedtime / harvest and summer / winter
cold / heat and day / night will never stop.
So, how do we adapt in this place?
Only one choice for these eight souls  - trust 
rainbow's gold / glorious gift / God's grace.



July 7, 2021

form: Tesla 3-6-9 poem

Awakened

Living in a sleepy slumber..
As life passes by..
As one day is another..
eyes shut..
A daily grind of deceitfulness..
Masterminds of manipulation corrodes the air
A sleepwalking corroded mind asleep at the wheel..

The wheel of life is spinning ..
Trapped in yesterday..
A sleeping mind stagnant 
As web of lies had spun deliberately..
Matrix of falsehoods had risen..

Awakened by a sleepy slumber..
Where every day is precious ..
Truth is not just spoken..
Truth is shown..
Eyes wide open..
Feeling over the moon with blessings.
A daily grind of gratitude..
Where vibrant colors of the rainbow captivate ones spirit..

With an open heart..
A beautiful mind awakened to the truth..

The wheel of life radiates love..
As the truth shall always set us free..

Of At Least One Thing I'M Sure

Unsure our world is now, and folks have fear.
From rules imposed on us we dare not veer.
Some say the days foretold by John the Seer
(when chaos soon will reign) are nearly here.
I dread the horrors that might next appear.

Our govenments are puppets; what they do
is what the “powers that be” tell them to.
Lies today and half-truths are nothing new.
An accident this was? You think that’s true?

It’s my belief this all was by design -
an evil plot to cause the world’s decline.
The masterminds of it are filthy swine!

World domination they wish to procure.
I wouldn’t be surprised they had the cure!

The worst is yet to come, most probably.

All we can do is cling to what is dear:
our friends and family; our freedoms too.
Be watchful; there will be more than one sign.
Be faithful; of at least one thing I’m sure:
The good - one day - from earth’s woes shall be free.

April 14, 2020 for Emile Pinet's Minuanetta Poems Poetry Contest

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