Short Ill Gotten Gains Poems
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Determine who
the crime will profit
and you will find
your man
Fortune baits
perdition’s wolf
with larceny
in hand
Behind this world’s
ill-gotten gains
and lurking
deep within
There hides the culprit
long surmised
who wears the mark
— of sin
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
Ill -gotten Gains
False premise
Path falsely taken
Road stolen by feet
Not meant to roam
The road ahead
Came to bit in the ass
Plans obtained by false
Appearances of many years
Of falsehoods portrayed
An I'll fated attempt at
Trying to impress another
Who never truly gave a ****
Burundi
Elusive it is the dream of peace
and the Burundi the president is seeking a third term,
but the people say NO, and fight for
a fair election, in dusty streets.
Africa has had enough of presidents who will not
give up power and lucrative ill-gotten gains.
People of Burundi, I salute you.
Hey there, high school teacher,
your talent to rebuff
but when you try imagining
your focus coarse and rough
Your feelings mostly borrowed,
your words ill-gotten gains
your hours spent in false critique
of someone else’s pain
You’re outclassed high-school teacher,
your envy on display
your pedantry a mocking tone
and pretense on parade
(To Wayne Miller: April, 1967)
COPLA CINCUENTA Y CUATRO: This Bad Guy World
Today’s revolutionaries
Cheer tomorrow’s diehard tyrants:
New wealth old pose
Bad fruit engender not sturdy trees
Good Guys tend to slither down hot pants:
While world’s gods doze
Bad Guys feel good to be truly bad
Ill-gotten gains worth dying for:
Bad Good Guys lay
Even Good Bad Guys can turn bad
And the Bad Guy world all restore:
Utter dismay
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Claiming
In the gathering darkness
The land opened its mouth wide
To swallow all the wind
You boasted
To swallow up all the ill-gotten gains
Darkness devoured your face
And adopted your greedy soul
Dancing wildly were your limbs in the air
Like a puppet pulled by Satan
Blowing over my ears was the wind
And your screaming
The higher the roar was
The deeper my sorrow was
It was dignity
That was thrown into the bottom of the hell
Appeasements have the fragrance of folly to the wise.
From the lips of the unwise, the tongue knows no boundary.
When warranted expectancies vanish, the unexpected will rise.
Insincerity of heart, though flowered in roses, is the cousin of flattery.
To the pure in heart and mind, plots of bedevilment are difficult to disguise.
Good seeds beget good fruit; results from ill-gotten gains give birth to misery.
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COPLA 98 INVOCATION : This Bad Guy World
Bad Guy nations club for protection
Of their ill-gotten gains and power :
Yet they too serve
On and off they do good and function
In worlds which tilt in their favour
Power reserve
Their hegemony put to the test
Brings out the worst in them as allies :
Greed cunning vice
They club together to avoid contest
Of sharing the world’s goods with all lives :
Break the blocked ice
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
There’s a God, under my hat
hangs out, to pick my brains
Has one interest, on his mind
he judges my ill gotten gains
There’s a Devil in my pocket
he’s there siphoning off veins
Sometimes tops up my wallet
wanting my soul in exchange
The hat and pocket have holes
but on balance, cause no pain
My soul may be lost to money
luckily my brain, has free rain
By
David Kavanagh