Short Fraudulent Poems
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Fraudulent people are making
the earth a muddy domain.
But never forget that you are a lotus
in the sight of the almighty.
Fraudulent scholars
Practicing love verbatim
Read from their grimoires
Hence they'll never replicate
Magic coming from the heart
Dearly beloved why ever
Are you so passionate to seek?
an avenue of fraudulent dalliance
When a plethora of amour
Screams before you
Forsaking me to ponder
When the page shall revolve
her gentleman friend is not gentleman-like
a fraudulent flimflam man, a shyster named Ike
I would love to tell the cheater to take a hike
but then she would marry him said her Daddy Mike
THE END OF OUR STORY
I did never think our story will come to an end…
You gave me misapprehensions with dreams
And you made me happy….
But at the end, it was deceptions…
Your fraudulent smile stole my eye…
Don’t be a chicken, don’t hurt me…
Take flight from the fraudulent fury of fear to find a form of peace,
Turn tears into tokens taken to purchase a time when sorrow ceased.
From the aftermath of ashes arrives an arbitrary thought,
When did we wade away from the waves of wars once fought?
Raised from the ruins of the past
Elevated view in the skies
Left the Earth,
Present,
In range of fraudulent colors,
Clearing the soul
Through the darkness that led
To a bright spot of Truth
Feeling the peace and disturbance
the joy and pain
of the Knowledge.
Fake is a disease that has yet to be cured
Close your nose and beware of its fumes
Toxic, deadly in its brisk appeal
Outrageous reactions of panic
Those who have caught the illness,
Are hell bent on getting inoculated
Airborne fraudulent, bloodstream deadly
Things will never be the same
Occasionally right,
However, mostly wrong
Like fraudulent daylight,
Tall tales which suffer long
That frequent deafened ears,
So demonstrates belief.
Anticipating fears
May offer some relief.
While filtering the smoke
Of life's insanity,
The gasping children choke.
From predators prey flea.
fraudulent whispers
spread like wild fire
they open late
smiling for no reason
roar of muffled engines
time is still at noon
they close then into
a dreamy sleep
two black lady dogs
and a brown gentleman
with white ears
strolling languidly
my crimes are vanishing
into a blissful punishment
Form:
The world of corruption where
There is no justice there will Be
no peace. Wrongful doing In this
world of corruption they Try so
hard to keep peace in the Valley
but there's no declears of It.
Corruption of champions still In
the field surviving and over
Coming the fraudulent conduct by
those in power.
FIGHTING FOR FOLKS FEES FALLING FREELY
FEELING FEMININE FILING FOR FALLS
FORCING FAMILY FACING FURY
FRIGHTENING FRIENDS FUSING FUSION
FEIGHNING FATIGUE FREE FRAME
FRAUDULENT FACTS FALL FALLACY
FREE FROM FINITE FRENZY
FAIDING FEELING FOR FAIRY
FIRST FIGURE FILLS FRONT
FAULTING FATE FAKES FINDING
FALLING FAME FROWN FAITH
FUMED FUR, FENCE FREAKY.
An ascetic dies in a shoe
spilling blood.
A surreal moon
wants to investigate –
a sectarian divide of
fraudulent sky.
And you want to be buried
under rose petals –
courting controversies
to clean the polluted river.
A lifeboat was needed
to take you for a quiz –
singing national anthem.
Emblematic,
You were sharpening
your nails.
Satish Verma
Fake knowledge and false wisdom
On which foolishness takes a ride
Misinterpretation and misinformation
With which stupidity rises up into a new height
With shallow notions on hollow pride
Seen falsehood to challenge something that is truth
It is a shame and a real disgrace
Of the mankind and upon our race.
A fraudulent guru , a dubious sage
Seen on lecturing on beauty , truth and grace .
Underneath a fraudulent moon
I take a breath and dive
Breaking the plane of the silver water
Going deeper
The ripples fade above me
As I glide beneath the surface
Floating and then sinking
In the silence of my own company
Coming up for air
The water falls like diamond tears
Who knows what the tide will bring
Perhaps something I could never hide
Going deeper
Past moonfoam and silver
You were my joy
You were my pain.
My greatest victory
My worst vain.
My blessed Love,
My Rue Torment.
The Love of my Life
The Soul of Malcontent.
Pure and Sweet.
Rude and Kind.
Strong and Weak.
Angry and Blind.
Snake of schemes.
Fox of fraudulent.
Wolf of wily.
Cat of craft.
Oh, coveted one.
Oh, cruel creature.
Free me from your grasp.
My treacherous teacher.
My Beautiful Chaos.
Within the mendicant monolithic mirror
The fraudulent faces that are never nearer
For in the whimsical wonderland of Alice
Parasitic pretenders in the pompous palace
As we listen to the pretentious preachers
We give long life to the loveless leechers
For the masking mirrors regrettably reflect
Flamboyant fantasies of life’s nemesis neglect.
July.12.2017
Modern vanity
Sponsored by: Lewis Raynes
Her chest cavity empty
Drained carelessly, caves
His brows smooth in relief
Hands wandering her body
Her insecurity replaced
by fraudulent worship
His muddy irises obscured
tears refusing to spill
This masked artifice
Unknowingly worn
Beguiles the youth
Her body atop, temporarily filled
bends with his breaths
cheeks tarnished by water
His lips brush her skin
She imagines her face
Empty again
MIRAGE
My heart,
Believing in the reality of your love,
Followed you into passions’ burning
Desert,
In search of the promised oasis of our
Dreams
Where happiness, you said, so easily could
Blossom
BUT
A mirage your love turned out to be
Thus
Under the sizzling sun of disillusion was
I left,
Sacred oaths taking,
Not to listen anymore
To heart’s fraudulent
Whispers!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
24 MAY 2013
The birds have all begun to sing.
Frozen days of winter took wing.
Warmly the robin chirrs of spring.
A blue jay swoops down from the oak.
His chilling jeer to mind invokes;
Fears from feckless fraudulent folks.
Red headed woodpecker pecks pine;
Rhythmic reminder, faith sublime.
Tapping a note, all will be fine.
Cardinals trill from dogwood tree;
Chirping birdie, birdie, birdie.
Singing a song of victory!
Skunk Love
Your love is a bunch of fake fraudulent misleads,
You smeared your skunky scent to soften me,
I did not want us to be foe?
'Coz I knew love fills the vacuum hurt of the past tides,
Though past can never be completely erased.
Get over it, and erase it off,
Don't bliss me with the pot of your craft,
Don't enchant me with a portrait smile on your face,
Your scent chokes me, get over it.
Like a transient thought
You entered my dialogue
Seeking to become
Discourse of my mind
Confusing my words
You tampered response
Bemusing my mood
Feigning what love was
Until reality grasped
A fraudulent trespass
Holding firmly at bay
Faux vision of romance
Yet, our rendezvous
Was willingly allowed--
Lascivious to assuage
Exotic wish of the heart
December 24, 2018
Placed first in standard contest #175 by Brian Strand
Blue Barrel Blue Barrel you got me over you
Fraudulent extravagant
How much you want to bet
Winners odds surround it by Cannonballs
Jump for joy
Boxes of toy if batted and overjoyed
Dark chocolate caviar based in olive oil
Reese's Pieces, Kit Kat and Almond Joy
tis a pleasure doing business with you
... Beastie Boys
Shopping at The Bargain Basement second hand storesl'
Help them, help us all Lord
8/21.19
James Edward Lee Sr 2019©
In the bible it states that no sin is more fraudulent than another,
so in this mighty country that we have labelled the Home of the Free,
why do we judge each other, constantly dropping the judicious mallet that belongs to God,
point fingers and ridicule the next man,
determined to cause fright,
but inside we are petrified it might,
be our turn to face this judgmental fight,
what will they say when your sins are broadcast... Under the Lights
Exploration
By the lead of deception,
A grip of fraudulent rope,
Confusion and misdirection...
A harness to a fake chariot of hope,
Reversed acceleration,
A practical joke?
If it ceases to be yours
When you cease to be yourself,
Then, what is yours
And who are you
To tell me where to go
Or where I can sleep
Or what I must own?
Sorry, my dear friend
But try some else...
Romeo Della Valle
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New York City