Short Connive Poems
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The nature channel leaves me wishing
Us humans could learn from their need for living
They just kill to survive
While we kill to connive
Conquer and pillage, for dominance we're fishing
Is life a fool's errand run with vague, haunting fears
too often it seems so with the passing of years
Every day we go at it, we strive and connive
in the hope of what? ~ just to feel we're alive?
The Father-of-lies can connive
So what - the Creator is alive!
God's true ruler of the universe
Devil is just a fleeting curse
God's the reason to exist
The devil is just some mist
You can be with God and win
Love true life again and again!
Am Still Alive
Trump is still on earth and alive
From sins managed to survive
Thanks to God and all He did
Kept him from flipping his lid
No longer lies or will connive.
Jim Horn
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Perfect strangers met
At the crossings by the hill
Destiny has planned
A moment in time
When all the forces connive
To make things happen
Not by accident
Nor by chance that they meet
It was preordained
It was meant to be
The meeting of a lifetime
Written in the stars
Dodge Espionage
What we knew was that Trump did dodge,
Being eloquent and committing espionage;
Would connive;
We did survive;
Made things up that looked like a mirage.
Jim Horn
Can substitute any politician's name in
place of Trump's if you want to either
former or later or current or may be
Mormon.
War mars the face of man.
Though this be known to all men
we realists connive.
Thrice-prancing priests in March
have made red their faces,
have conspired anew to despoil
summer's increase,
overmuch not caring
for those about to dye
crimson Plutonic plains,
to expire in the dark.
War, Mars, the face of Man?
I will survive
Or I will die
I will connive
I will lie
I want to feel that drive
I want to be alive
I don't want to say goodbye
My mind is full of deprive
I ask God why
My goals have been rived
I want to thrive
I truly do try
My bad luck comes in fives
But I was not born to comply
I will survive
War mars the face of Man,
Pitied, unpitied. Though
This be known to all men,
We realists connive.
Thrice-prancing priests in March
Have made red their faces,
Have conspired to despoil
Anew summer’s increase,
Overmuch not caring
For those about to dye
Crimson Plutonic plains,
To expire in the dark.
War, Mars, the face of Man?
Festers and Does Demean
Falsehood festers and does demean;
Results can turn you into foolish Fein,
Who knows he will and tries to survive,
And his greatest ability is to connive.
Lies like an animal who has been hurt,
While all the tragic issues he will skirt;
All he leaves are bad feelings behind;
Should be impeached or asked to resign.
Jim Horn
There’s no substitute for life.
I find myself,
seduced by yearnings.
I’m flourishing here,
contemplating sin.
I’ve nothing to do
when I’ve nothing but time.
I’m reusing solitudes -
they’ve become ragged.
What’s the answer then?
Should I seal my girly heart,
engage in uncaring kisses
like it’s ‘casual friday’ -
connive brief excitements
- just to feel a pulse?
COPLA DIECISIETE : This Bad Guy World
After-life: litmus of this life
Some know how to make us connive:
Make us repent?
So they console us in this life
By spiriting guilt while alive:
Pardon well spent?
Confess now to be made pure clean
Extreme unction frees you from doubts:
Who takes last step?
Bad guys all feel their wombs thus clean
Sin is sin: numbers don’t hold clouts:
Lone the last step!
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
COPLA 80 INVOCATION : This Bad Guy World
What to You the World can matter
Who You assail on a pedestal :
The games You play
Volcanoes Your molten breath sputter
Your heavenly hearth throbs infernal :
Mind blasting clay
Some snakes slither deprived of venom
Others hoods-unfurled scoff at power :
Yet both survive
Who makes the enthroned Law Heaven
Who then in the dungeons cower :
Who must connive
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
I
Nations thrive, connive, destruct -- the birds still instil awe, naturally
II
Heretics and falsehood abound, but cows, even pigs, in town, reassure us of survival.
NOTE: In cities& towns in South Africa, the changes since Nelson Mandela's revolution, allows mainly black farmers & persons to let livestock roam towns for leftovers, rarely herding them.. Some eat plastic bags. Two are sleeping on the sidewalk, next to our only hotel, in Kerk Street, as I write/ edit
Fragile heart inside
Pain that can no longer suffice
Tear stained and cracking eyes
Show the blemishes of a shameful life
Can it bring forth life
That being a genius mind
That shows no signs
No signs of stopping in due time
Lifted curses, lifted rights
Rights taken away from those who connive
Connive to fake erasing the pain inside
That is their one and only desire
To take the sight burn the eyes
And with the ashes
Sprinkle forth the prophecies of a human mind