Mountebank Poems - Poems about Mountebank

Highly entertaining Charlatan; painting Manipulating, brewed Tasty food so others can Swallow, digest and process. Deals and wheels With their golden tongue Of sweet sugar and honey, A thief. A confidence trickster In order to obtain and kidnap your mind, Money, power, fame, Through pretense or deception. Leads not knowing north or south East or west, day or night, but deceiving People with polished words their believing. As long as...

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Step right up and have a lick of this it will make you smack your lips with sweet vavoom that you can't miss its will cure your all, plus its got zip Common folks don't be afraid, here try it will save Mary and maybe cousin Jim Tastes like easy-peasy lemon pie just...

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A dispenser of dishonest vice, a peddler of blatant lies, In his unscrupulous realms, nobility of truth sadly dies, Where righteous vibes of morality and decency agonize; Where benevolence cries, pensive in verity’s demise. Masked in aura of dubious eyes, spurious is his smile, Hiding deceptions of his charismatic, charlatan style; Counterfeit is the profile sporting thrill of knavish devise, Proffering affectionate...

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“That’s all I can stands, ‘cause I can’t stands no more.” —Popeye, Popeye the Sailor animated series One episode, “The Fistic Mystic,” takes place in Badgag, a parody of Bagdad. Mountebank Olive Oil, a snake charmer. Bluto wraps around her. He is a shyster - a bully with tricks. One pop eye on him - the sailor misdirects. Mischief in Badgag - a mountebank devil, picked the wrong g-oil. ...

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Do you know the movie “Catch Me if You Can?” DiCaprio stars as the perfect con man. His exploits of impersonation and fraud had me - as I watched the film - feeling awed. In this film, DiCaprio’s character is Frank, a teen who makes fake checks to cash at the bank. A pilot this young man pretended to...

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You made me less. Sleepless. And now I’m falling asleep at the table. Theology swims, Trapped in my teacup. You made me weak. Weak as the colour pink, And still, I shrink. You lied. The cat was not blue, The things you said were not true. But I tried. You said you could save me. Lord, You were just somebody To talk to When I was bored. ...

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"Who will believe a mountebank? Everyone if she is good." ~Andy Griffith~ Carefully she wrote on the back of a fifty dollar bill. ”Have a happy birthday dear, I know you will” After writing that sweet little verse, It was carefully folded and put inside her purse. She walked with her young daughter who was her...

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Written: April 25, 2024 For Edward Ibeh Contest 1st place contest winner ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Young souls stalked by predators at night, They aim to inflict chaos upon an elfin sight. They don garments of gentle compassion, And tend a hand to mountebank passion. Lacking...

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Your deception was easy with smoothness like a chiffon cake you devoured me bite by marvelous bite you tasted sweet savoring my innocence melting the rest of me in the heat of desire like a decadent desert until not a crumb remained. ...

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