Short Conned Poems
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a desire in our heart arises
to resurrect an epiphany that dawned
but volition mitigates surprises
soul again by ego conned
his eyelashes were dark and thick
he had a smile that was almost a trick
dazzling personality had this man too
he had conned several wives, twenty-two
We dream of a fling with a blonde
With red heads and brunettes we'd abscond
Yes--carried away!
But if her locks be gray
Our minds with hair dye can be conned
Cannot type faster than this
Trying to save the less me in bits
Strangling in a conned network
The rules and forms have me beat
One last breath before I quit.
His wife did the presents instead,
as Santa was staying in bed -
he thinks she is slow
and she didn't know
the elves were all giving him head!
for Andrea's Christmas limerick contest
A face is just a mischievous display! so many people get conned! If u are a true lover! then u need to be a love digger! Dig inside not outside! Dont try to find the body, look for the soul!
feels like I'm hanging
Grin with the swing
my would be judges
stare at feet
while my bulging eyes
see the wind
as it flutters
the tree at the end of the street
you can't kill free
it will always breathe
The wizard just bought a cheap wand.
He knew right away he'd been conned.
A yellow Lab pup;
what it conjured up.
He'd asked for a young feisty blonde.
02/19/2016
Contest: Limerick Contest II - For Fun
Sponsor: Jan Allison
There was a man with much love in his heart
Who could not tell the good from bad apart
He found every person nice
Fact that made him pay the price
Was conned by a knave who him did outsmart!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
18 July 2019
Poor lil scammer...
Poor little scammer,
ironic the twist,
you trudge into heaven,
yer not on the list,
a con man is conned ,
at the end of the day,
ironic the twist,
and it wont go away,
un-blest little misfit,
not doing ok,
just pist...
Don
It appears we 'soupers have' a nemisis
Mean..Old campbell is accused of printing
lumps of faux-meat it really seems.' If people have been conned, into eating this
UN-Real-junk!) I advise a purge, send to
Independant food testers any such, photo
Can details, and proof of your post.' Then
Contact good lawyers.' Who can then make
This company toast.'
The joy of a blue vagabond, had dawned
When she became fond of the mystic bond
Smoke from her wand and a chair by the pond,
On a night that conned the morning sun, blonde!
Shimmers through the frond, twinkle to respond
The recluse, donned with verses from beyond.
Entry for : Rhymers delight-internal monorhyme-2 - Poetry Contest
~ Thank You~
Conned and figured as natures blue hand,
The remains of pulsar reaching outwards;
Against nebulas field, ions-electrons
Magnetized to escape as X rated pulses:
Spun matter to burn lets nothing escape;
After eon's we learn what they do today.
Prompt:-
Cosmic Hand
Picture Prompt:-
http://news.yahoo.com/s/space/20090405/sc_space/cosmichandreachesforthelight
Feeling sad and alone
Depression is prone
Can cuddle for an hour
Turns others sour
Too intense for some
Only get a crumb
Important for skin contact
Between different people big contrast
Need extra time to bond
Head feels a bit conned
When the heart hurts
The mind inverts
Feels like rejection
But is only a perception
How the mind can play games
Would be easier to take it to the flames
i'm stuck between heaven and hell
with secrets i can not tell
who to trust and who to believe
these thoughts i perceive
i'd like the world to be worthy
of trust and to be less nervy
always be ready for that stab in the back
the world is cold it cares alack
i'd really love to have a friend
who i can trust to the very end
and never feeling down or conned
for this friendship time often longed.
Form:
I always dressed exactly like my dad.
New fashion never interested me.
No sooner in than it’s gone out of date.
I’ll not spend money on a passing fad.
It’s all a con as far as I can see
And being conned is something that I hate,
Not that I’m a square: I get there in the end.
I have a system that I think is great.
I shop at Oxfam for my clothes you see,
So I still keep up with each fashion trend.
Just five years late
Millions of lonely people
sitting right next to each other
never saying a word
to one another.
Fearful of starting over
fearful of not being good enough
or pretty enough.
Fearful of being conned
Fearful of rejection
Fearful of wading into the murky waters of a new age heart.
Millions of lonely hearts, flitting past one another.
So afraid of disrespecting their dead soulmate.
Companionship is just a rusty shopping cart away.
Lure of luxury
Mingle with the elite
I will be swept off my feet
Impressive facilities
Appalling abilities
I want to improve
And find a social groove
Big money I will pay
So that I can play
I love my sports
And people of all sorts
Something is not right
I analyse my plight
Money is their game
I’m just a name
Polite to my face
Another verbal ace
Conned I feel
What a rip off deal
Not destined for a good time
Didn’t expect the three month leaving fine
She knew she wasn't the
first shy girl conned beneath
a scintillant moon.
Why do boys lie so
- inveigling fabrications
- hoping to impress?
Why interlace fibs,
when, from first sight, she had longed
for his carnal lips?
Now doubts danced - as if
evil spirits were called and
asked to watch, and gloat.
"I can't talk to you
again," she said, "after all
- you’re a stranger."
She doubted he cared
- she doubted everything, like
she had a soiled heart.
There’s a cry for help, we choose to ignore,
although our first response was to reach out,
for it’s a pattern, we have seen before,
thus valid is our thought, that does now doubt,
so stifle empathy, that tends to sprout.
We wish that heart over our head holds sway,
with love and light divine, as our mainstay,
yet there’s no need for us to trauma bond,
so we guard our well being, as we pray,
for where is the fun, in being so conned?
24-October-2021
A loser,
A narcissist,
A liar,
A thief,
And a louse,
She Conned my poor mother,
then moved into her house,
Suddenly mother dies,
Under whose care?
Was there foul play?
Only Shannon could say,
Then as rep of her estate,
She continued her ruse,
Began spending money,
with nothing to lose.
Finally removed,
Judgment Awarded,
$54K
But will we ever see it?
Chances are slim,
For her crimes,
Jail is fit,
But why does she not go?
Apparently Covid 19,
Protected the hoe.
Form:
Over in the weathered wasteland.
Where angels fear to dwell.
Are understanding's no one can understand.
And you swear that you're in hell.
The mountains stand before you.
Too high to see beyond.
You can't find a way to get through.
And it feel's like you've been conned.
So as you stand there idle.
Too lost to turn around.
You build your golden idol.
And hope that you get found.
The world is slowly dieing.
And cost is out of hand.
So many have stopped trying.
In their own weathered wasteland.