Short Subterfuge Poems
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Bashing bushes never worked!
As answers become vague touchés.
Matching hazy questions, akin.
Step up nosily, face-to-face.
ego energised eddy currents betray
serpentine spirals of subterfuge
heart too shy to emote love
till God be soul’s refuge
Urban street decay,
let’s get off at the wrong stop.
Subterfuge to muzz
is coercing you to ride.
What else could be left to say?
New Orleans is living the blues
As water soaks into their shoes
Will FEMA refuse
To fund his beer cruise
Or choose to use subterfuge?
Flimflamming flighty fairyland
Hidden in hills, next to solid sand
Subterfuge for elves and king elf grand
Sought out by curious Mariachi band
Ebenezeer Scrooge
Suspected subterfuge,
And his transformation seems extreme
For what was probably just a nightmarish dream!
For Andrea’s Christmas Clerihew contest
Deluge Became Refuge
We had discovered a huge deluge
Of things stuck there in subterfuge;
Being brash,
Was all trash;
Had been tossed becoming refuge.
Jim Horn
A Trumpetfish's sneaky subterfuge
Scared prey's wary lookout,
is foiled by trumpetfish,
hitchhiking a sneaky ride.
onboard a friendly parrotfish.
Wilful wounding
by shrouded diktat
caging vision
in scarlet pangs.
Numb to lamentation
silver and gold chink.
Amid the rustle
of lamé gowns
silence is nailed
secure.
wherever there be
fear or subterfuge
our heart dies a little
so the problem is huge
anticipating outcomes
attempting to steer fate
living not authentically
is essentially checkmate
bright sky darkening
betrayal by subterfuge ...
cruel aftermath
11/5/2022
When betrayal from those you trust is combined with calculated deceit, the aftermath can be most cruel.
undue love of power
undue "religion of matter"
usury unchecked
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murder, subterfuge:
foul powers that be
--- cabal-loving and lynching-loving ---
divide and conquer
Bat with the bad repute.
All I've took in
Bird with a mask;
Fiendish looking.
Bat, increasing man's fear
Of the unknown.
All I've felt overflown of
For subterfuge
Elusive darks
Its hushed refuge.
Crows gather
in beacons of Blackness
Any subterfuge of despair
marvels their flight
A curfew is needed
for their sorceress
They are the harlequins of the night
on a mindful mission
of sequined tricks
AI GUY
Though I write from my app, not my impassioned soul
I'm praised and lauded as I play a poet's role
Don't tell me I lie
I'm just an AI Guy
Subterfuge is my game and a trophy my goal!
Nate, the neon hedgehog was followed around by a crowd
some were amazed that he was not very loud
I loved his fuchsia, my husband liked his greens, yellows and blues
He could not hide at all, he had no subterfuge.
deluded, by ego led
we spot the onset of dread
a subterfuge mechanism
of ego in body prism
what have we to do with this
with our presence drenched with bliss
so we embrace and release
dark thoughts and flow on with ease
In springtime,
I do not
Practice Voo Doo.
Like the witch.
I do find froclics
In this space
Machine easy and
Subterfuge.
Your atomic
Bomb, so
Easy to dismantle
Now.
Or to drop.
I'm not sure
Which way the
Wind will blow.
R emember how all things were once shiny and new,
U nderneath them all a corrosive subterfuge grew.
S ilently oxidating from the outside or in,
T reasures’ life should exclude are always made of skin!
For the RUST contest because “RUST NEVER SLEEPS!”
TRUTH
don’t dare speak the truth
there will be subtle thunder
as your words hit home
areas thought innocent
were seeded now breaking forth
storm is upon you
as fits your life’s position
blasts both great or small
truth is a can opener
a can filled with subterfuge
layered silence
ego subterfuge
a comfort zone
if there be not
self-existent light
and ineffable peace
in a singularity
that is in self renewal
absolute and complete
abiding thus in itself
in restful contentment
so if we be not as such
we are short changed
06-June-2023
when ego is not
then thought too is not
and with lower mind at rest
subterfuge and camouflage are passé
‘tis when essence of pristine presence emerges
finally ensouling form in active awareness
whilst ego now serving soul as is ought
opposites having dissolved we rise
breath by breath oozing love
Their feet are not petite. They are huge.
No hiding or sneaking. No subterfuge.
Fifth graders' feet are as big as boats.
Where is the drink me anecdote?
Clown shoes for them might be too small.
If I had their feet, I would never fall.
Preservatives have bulked them up so big.
Here is be tiny juice, please take a swig.
One night during the Great Mosquito Wars
After a three-hour struggle
Using subterfuge, with candles, lights, "gas" -
There was not a single sighting
About the third hour, into the wee-est hours
I felt a movement (by the enemy)
Quick as a flash, my hands slapped my knee:
Not a Mighty Mosquito, not even a fly, just a flea
on an overall basis
when our identity recedes
flowing in tranquil, gentle calm
bliss magnetism rises as love leads
as we are we be and so in time become
low cunning and subterfuge has here no place
divine attributes manifest as of our heart’s intent
if it is God we seek, He will bestow upon us His grace