Short Manipulator Poems
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riding artificial waves – he exploits her alternating moods
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Converted To Being Perverted
Trump's blood is both vivid and lurid;
Considered someone who is converted;
Could care less,
And life a mess;
Now a manipulator as well as perverted.
James Horn
a raised voice of arrogance
manipulating the verses of heresy
blunt ironic poems
flowering sugar-coated promises
throughout ages
slander mongering
in every burst of man’s sweat
no blood ever spurt off
She sadly drowns in tears
Because of how you treated her
You were nothing but a manipulator
Time after time and, year after year
She put her trust in you
And you disappointed her
Your heart was never there
Nor were you ever sincere
Delilah, just the name carries
a lot of connotations
A manipulator,scandalous,
and a woman of temptations
Her beauty is skin deep
But her treachery's like an abyss
Lies dwell in her eyes,
There's poison in her kiss
By: J.N.R Dutton
she cried for her child never born
never conceived
for loyalty misplaced
in a wife married in haste and guilt
repented in all the good years of leisure
sick of himself for excuses
made
to avoid the horror of
reality
she was a relentless ***** and master manipulator
never a good friend or real
wife
never anything but a
liar
Waterfall splashes
falling through eyelashes,
Crocodile, maybe real
not sure how to feel,
Neurotic or an actress
I'm mildly in distress,
Witnessing this sight
I could almost take the bite
from emotional fishhooks
I avoid and trust my gut,
Her streaming salty tears
won't make me swerve my steer,
Sticking firm to my beliefs
I ignore this principle thief.
You hide behind
An arrogant design
You right your wrongs
And so will time
Your reign will end
A season of treason
There is no reason
So you devise a meaning
a why for being
A false halo
Crowns your head
A crooked smile
Hides your fangs
Blood stained robe
Black feathered wings
Hail to the martyr
King of kings
Master of puppets
Puller of strings
Manipulator of things
Form:
Why you wash my summer gone
Weather wicked warlock spins
Reap the whirlwind Master Nothing
Summer cancelled fall begins
Mother’s needs not your concern
Only selfish motive flies
Freezing while another burns
Endless damage mortifies
Play with toys no man should own
Manna tropospheric poison
Seeding her destruction sown
Manipulator of my season
Fred Jagenberg – June 21, 2019
Belligerent and irritated by almost any little thing
Insaneness all around me; craziness is what I bring
Psychosis is not the problem; the problem lies within
Overzealous personality; much absorption sinking in
Liar, cheat and manipulator; trust you should not give
Ambition at its lowest; no longer wanting to live
Racing thoughts; trying to unwind an ultimate goal for an unstable mind
Stacy Lynn Stiles
Does everything in nature have a purpose
It would seem so just on the surface
By saying all had a purpose a creator is implied
Therefore it's up to each observer to decide
A system that runs like a clockwork design
Needs a masterful manipulator whatever kind
The term logic applies to this hypothesis
Without logic humans become their own apotheosis
Giving the final meaning once and for all
In the absence of logic the cosmos would fall
Killer has the dagger soaked in grief,
A manipulator justifying crime.
Shh....bleeding eyes,
Shivering hands, told me to kneel down
Putting sarcastic smile and dagger to my neck
Hope to see paradise?
That's where I surrendered to his breathtaking voice
I fell in love with the killer
Never ever have I lost my mind
Had he not been so kind.
He drives me crazy
Through clouds taking birds wings
Air started smelling Luke him
And again I fell in love with the killer.
Saw you coming;
That look of want in your eyes.
You and your ‘flock' of friends,
A karma soaking in debts.
A throne of donation, loans, and foreclosed homes.
A book you exploit tells:
Snakes like you he sends alone to damnation
Church, heaven, hell?
It all misses the point..
A soul you cannot sell.
‘Non-profit' influence belief (buy with your mind)
Their Peddling lies
The manipulator has stories to tell.
~END~
By Joel Thornton May 11 2010
Form:
Elderly man in a hospital bed,
terminal ticket to wherever.
Doctor enters cubicle
looks at chart, vital signs,
sighs.
Dying man opens his eyes,
points a weak hand, finger extended
to whatever. Speaks:
"Google me"
Patient falls back onto pillow
death already rattling.
Last words are weak, but clear.
"Oh, I forgot, Google sucks."
It's a puzzle,
one put down to deathbed dementia.
The year is 1990,
seven years before the launch
of a monstrous mind manipulator.