Short Bribed Poems
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To him all women are hallowed
minus those that hustle themselves.
How instantly and cunningly
they commit truculent acts
yet never bribed by mischief
except by rendezvous.
I handed toddler sour pickle
I bribed him with a shiny nickel
Took a little bite
And to my delight
His puckered face, gave me a tickle
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Mister Ride rode a gravy train
Train was full of pleasure and pain
He bribed the pleasure
Desperate measure
The pain pulled the chain in disdain
Western wars brought to foreign fields
Bullet barrages blocked by grim guillotines
Petulant petrol fans the flickering flames
Courageous captains solder soldiers together
Teething tigers ripped from mad mothers to
Carry demented decisions from bribed bullies
All hail the casket caravans of yesterday's youth
Love is something
That can neither be created
Nor destroyed
That can be maintained
Not only by joy
And happiness
But by the balance .
It can not be modified
But can be kept alive
It can not be bribed
So it changes path
It follows before heart
Labelled welcome and
Not Come
It shutters to invites
The dream wanders far afield,
in search of a kindred tribe
that to cynics does not yield,
by princely sums not bribed.
Far and wide, it sees many a face
that it can scarce recognize,
specimens of a hybrid race
born of wanton compromise.
Oh where can it be, it wonders,
the kinship my heart craves.
As the sky dims and thunders,
it stumbles upon rows of graves.
Those who fight crime and reach on time
Those who make us feel safe and secure
Those who patrol on the roads and are dutiful
Those who are not the shield of murderers
Those who don't obey corrupt politicians
Those who are honest and can't be bribed
Those who are against drug smugglers
They are heroes among us who are trustworthy
I salute them because their efforts are praiseworthy.
When I'd give an arm and a leg! --
What's more, every Christmas I beg:
I want a dog! Please please pleeeaase!
But mom complains of poop and fleas.
I'd claim responsibility to give a wash
But my dream of a dog goes-- squash
I plead, I persuade, and I pray --
Promise to walk my dog every day!
No matter how much I blatantly bribed
Mom's allergies leave me dog-prived. :(
So you think tortoise
won the race,
not so.
Today the last
of hare's descendants
passed on.
On his death
bed from his
lips came this,
"My great, great,
so many grandfathers
was bribed,
to throw the race
to the tortoise
by the way of carrots.
His greatest weakness,
you didn't really think
the tortoise could have
won do you." then he passed on.
wrote 4-14-07
This is the story that should not be told
And it was not told ever
Till the time it mattered
Now that they have escaped in corners safe
This comes out as history on a cuppa at café
They dug
Buried
Filled
Graved
Quietened
Bribed
Wined
Dined
And womanized
To keep it under wraps
Many wanted to spill
They even got hurt or killed
Silence was kept and enforced
Black it was periphery to core.
Pay me in compliments, keep your money
The unbreakable one wishes not to be bribed
A pride that cannot be loaned
Expensive swagger that can't be borrowed
I stand alone with courage adjacent to my hip
Wanting to be loved and not purchased
Dollars will not make me fold nor will it make me change
A bulletproof ideology and a hardened cranium
Those who attempt to check me, undoubtedly bounce
For this soul, is not for sale
Parents locked in a loving embrace
Mum was wearing pink satin and lace
Making love on the floor
Their kids burst through the door
Just imagine the looks on their face!
Quickly covering bodies and tushes
They bribed the kids to spare their own blushes
Dad put some locks on the door
Just to be doubly sure -
So when entwined they enjoy their crushes
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I click the dark gates again,
As if the dark winds have spun black threads around their fingers,
Their magic drives me towards the emptiness,
I know my soul inside craves for light,
My lips have been closed with locks of horror,
The keys have been thrown deep inside my throat,
Neither can I cry for help, neither can I swallow the keys,
What misery will befall on such a desolate man. When hell bribed him,
For the place in heaven.
On the carousel of meaning,
An anxious but content woman refuses to accept defeating,
Even though her health and sleep are slowly depleting,
She puts her faith into the universe and on the carousel of meaning.
Meaning is another way to say that you’re meant to be alive,
Fearing what the future has to hold but reluctantly still choosing to dive,
Yet still remaining strong willed and refusing to be bribed,
For you see the point is that this is MY life.
The loud threats on the doors inscribed
Were from a Union just proscribed
For struggles it bloodshed prescribed,
And for them four Networks subscribed.
A group the men on top proscribed
But still with men she neatly bribed
And to them The Cheating described...
A clique the falsest strength ascribed,
Though parading some fierce scribes,
A lot profiting from mere vibes...
Her threats on doors in each walking street
Merely breathing the Vainly Sweet