Short Conspired Poems
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The prelude to a wish,
all time conspired
Eternity on call
—the night on fire
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
And the ring fell off her finger
Her thoughts on which would often linger
A diamond crust she desired
A new lover she conspired
I wonder how many times a day
Our breathing patterns coincide,
As if my source of life, and yours,
Conspired to keep us both alive.
He prayed to see the path Divine,
The reason why in life persist;
Fate and Heaven then conspired,
And that was when Her smile met his.
Two friends an MBA acquired
In Colorado were inspired
A drug store for Joe
A pot farm for Moe
A joint venture they conspired
August 22, 2017
The moon, the sea conversed
Above, the stars conspired
Within the universe –
And I did so aspire
To capture it in verse
And by it be inspired –
When I look in the mirror
I seem so tired.
I'm only twenty eight,
but I'm always wired.
Seems like life has conspired
to make me require
to find ways not to be so dire.
Form:
The twilight and the dawn
conspired against the night
for
to crown the day their queen
Cause thought it to be right!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
01 March 2019
colours of rainbow conspired to be free, and run amok,
dancing wildly on vivid canvas, disjoining from its arched bow,
elements and spirits gladly soaked them in deep, to shine.
Date: 31.1.2015
Now there once was a man called Obama
who did more grievous harm than Osama.
At Hillary’s coax
they conspired a hoax
so coming your way is some bad karma!
Written: August 2025
If ever we tarry apart a spell
Because circumstance conspired with fate
Remember all our days for your heart's sake;
Remember and wear a little smile.
Keep it as one would a given token
Until in flesh we unite once again.
All virtue intended,
but darkness conspired
The moon bringing shadows,
the wind bringing liars
Our memories entrapped,
as time’s myth reigns again
From clouds that are hidden,
—where thunder begins
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
Grandpa
by carlyn parent
there he is
buried
beneath heavy stone
immersed
within cruel soil
i received warning
but could not
give enough
g o o d b y e s
angry tumors conspired
belittling his brain
tighthugs
sillysongs
wetkisses
gone
Have I paved a path that’s not meant to be used?
Did my utmost plea turn vile to thy ears?
Still, I treaded the path towards your pleasing eyes.
Now, sorrow and grief, for long, shall abide.
Never did I knew that sorrow and grief has conspired.
I swear I cleared that trail last week;
I can’t believe my eyes.
The brush has grown above my head;
The vines are thick as thighs.
It’s almost like the trees conspired
To bar with branch and root,
But since old Fangorn’s far from here,
I guess the point is moot.
I was desired
I was acquired
I got hired
Felt inspired
Was admired,
What transpired?
They conspired
Not required?
Not desired
I inquired,
Got fired!
Got rehired
I got tired,
I retired
Visa expired,
I expired
Now rewired.
written April 8, 2022
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?
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?
There came a man with a withered hand.
They watched to see if he'd do what was banned
on the sabbath day.
But without delay
before them all Jesus summoned the man:
“Is it lawful to harm or to do good
on the sabbath?” As before them he stood.
“Stretch your hand hither.”
No more was it withered.
They conspired to destroy him when they could.
Mark 3.1-6
Voices melt back in Time
For views out-dated.
What against them, conspired
Man, woman, inspired.
Heard, heckled, respected
In the conformist!
"All efforts are futile.
Accept it; and smile!"
On each battle-field of
Human endeavour
While risking their good name
Mud-dragged, put to shame
For the betterment of all
Who fought. Attacking
Through progressive movements
Dug-in contingents.
Confusion was passing..
Illusions "displayed"
Narrative was re-sounding)) his
thoughts for the day.
Well-willed was desire..
"Best intentions to you
Affinity conspired.. Could potential
get through??
Old doubt was in trouble..hardline
despair, all aghast..!!
At possibility's beckoning.. I nailed
my colours to your mast!!
Copyright Joe Maverick.co.uk
19th April 2012.
My husband and I are retired;
Our car is an old Subaru.
Our lifestyle has never required
A trade-in for cars that are new.
As long as the engine is running,
To get from Point A to Point B,
A late model we will be shunning,
No fobs for my husband or me.
Yet circumstance somehow conspired,
With mileage and tread in the mix,
That our car will, like us, be re-tired,
So together, we’ll have our last licks!
You stood where you stood,
Unassuming, unaware,
I stood where i did,
In a helpless stare.
Then the forces that be conspired,
The sun grew bolder,
The breeze retired.
The raven curtain was finally drawn,
How i wish i could go on.
With words i have always had a way,
To my tune i could always make them sway,
Till the innocence beaming from those eyes impaled me,
It was the first time my beloved words failed me.
The canvas upon
Which Sunsets are drawn
The palette that proffers
The hues…
The stroke of the brush
‘Pon the edge of the earth
The purples, the crimsons
The blues..
The portrait that’s painted
Each day at dusk
At times displays the husk
Of a day…
Vibrant and roseate
Once so bright and sunny
As if God and Angels
Have conspired to create
A hue hallowed and new
The colour of blood
…mixed with honey…
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I was just a little guy
But was calculated
I could rip off the charm
Rip off the charm
Right from your mom
Never caring who conspired
The laugh at the end
As hard as diamonds
The last moment of the day
Sure got a cold bed
The last moment of the day
It's the only way to keep your head
Can anyone bring you down
Sure got a heartache
Paradise lost
On the vein of your tongue