Short Suspicions Poems
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Aliens came to earth long ago
but no-one had any suspicions
taking over the world, and it worked
and they called themselves politicians
Words
Always subsume
Their opposite..
It's the prevailing
Duality..
With that said
Suspicions might
Arise on words
Reporting what is...
Terrorized by self
Out of control thoughts
Hypervigilant
Angry suspicions
Worked into frenzy
No evidence
Only feelings
Terrorized by
Silent stalker
Text message
Cowardly
Evil mind
Accused
Without
Proof
What's the official cheese used in the moon construction
Cheddar, ementhaller, gruyere, gambazola, edam or stilton
Okay, sorry times up
Twasn't real cheese but
If you get close, the smell could confirm your suspicions
What was the official cheese used in the moon construction
Cheddar, ementhaller, gruyere, gambazola, edam or stilton
Okay, sorry times up
Twasn't real cheese but
If you've ever been close, you'd surely had your suspicions
Dressed up like a physicians..
Full of doubt and suspicions..
Heart harder than stone ..
Don't care if you die sick and alone..
They treat all ..
Cancer or headache with Panadol..
Don't know the right medication ..
They prescribe aspirin for fornication ..
Wednesday 3/12/2003
She folds up the sun and puts it in her pocket
And only when suspicions show will the creases straighten
But the lies will remain in place
Stitched under the rays
A layer of hate
Towards the beings that drew tears from her arms
Yet her face will always shine with light
Few will notice the screams in her eyes
She’s a flying lioness
can comb phone calls
as hair-comb, combs hair
searching for broken hair
and parasites in hiding
The moment she gets
traces of unknown calls
suspicions she develops
she flies there as lioness
to chop ribs of the callers
with her metallic tongue
to protect her relationship
and embarrass the fiance
The ups and downs
of an upside down town.
Evil smiles, silent frowns
every way you turn around.
Sickening suspicions,
psychic visions,
children having premonitions
on a mission.
Here to heal,
here to steal,
to show the world how to feel.
No more cutting deals.
Sent to the world
a baby girl,
but she will unfurl
to change the world...
Jealousy finally persuades her victims,
Making them resort to the evilest deeds
No good words or plausible maxims
Will uproot jealousy’s dangerous weeds.
Once planted in the cold weakened heart
They mature as suspicions and doubt,
Raising a strong impenetrable rampart
Until deeds of hatred flesh them out.
Written October 9, 2021
Damning report points
finger red-faced rogues flee now
the witch-hunt begins!
NB This is a dark wry tale with hints of humour and irony about reports in general.
Perhaps a story about fraud or financial oversight.
Date created and submitted : January 13 th 2021
Contest : Senyru - Humorous Satirical or Dark Poetry
Sponsor : Tania Kitchin
Treading together through Winter, somewhere
between Autumn and Spring, we discover
suspicions brought on by our untamed pasts.
We stopped running in packs, long ago
tidying up our wildness with commitment.
And yet, memories of
our actual nature
challenges truth and movements.
Each other’s prey and predator,
we obsessively fear what
could make us stray...
away.
Democracy is not a political itch
nor this country of ours to be one-damn?
strange dwelling places will not be such things nor
African bushy lots nor market places nor these streets
across these new world's ere lands?.
Political war, war, war
O politics what war trick what peace suspicions what
grudges in love what thing whatever so otherwise?.
Is love a virus,
an airborne disease?
Is Love like catching Flu,
via a cough or sneeze?
I cannot see it
and neither can you,
I'm not sure if I believe
that it's even true.
Is it a mental illness,
a condition of the mind?
I have my suspicions
it could be something of that kind.
How can we tell if love is real?
When it is something
we cannot see,
is it wishful thinking
or simply fantasy?
The person stuck on that memorable throne,
They are not too immune,
Twitching with suspicions,
A knife behind their back,
Soon they will be by your side,
A partner ready to behead,
Constant checks, Lonely Medicine,
The pool of influence,
Followed by infection,
The recovery time is raw,
Developing more than before,
The morale of their greatest actions,
Only a fraction of their innocent mind.
The spirit of inquisition lives
It suspicions and fears; it never gives
Peace, love and joy are estranged
All those around are deranged.
In the blood, mind and hearts
With each generation it starts
Over and over in mankind
Until in Jesus the Savior they find.
The New Birth miracle He brings
The D.N.A. and mindsets of kings
He, the Creator can recreate
Hope and faith with a beautiful fate.
I sit alone in my secret world
So much to do, so much to say
The words in my heart, only stop in my mind
I often run to my secret world
So free, so gentle, so warm
When reality bites, I feel the sting
So happy, yet so trapped
So loved, so understood
Except my secret world no one would understand
The suspicions of my secret world,
They're all around me
So careful I must be, so softly I must walk
Form:
Gross reminders can't touch this, unpleasantness
Bound to chosen can't touch this disbarredments
Rotten apples can't touch it decaying fossil peels
Undermining deposits won't touch disbarred reels
All those complicated speals
Transpress suspicions diluted religion
Additional information add up the cost division
Deemed unrest, just relax caress
1/8/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
Jumping to conclusions
Reinforces your illusions
That the way things are
Are how they shouldn’t be.
To avoid any confusions
Or suspicions of delusions
Some investigation
Seems to be the key.
Then you’ll find, to the exclusions
Of some paranoid collusions,
That the things you thought
Are not exactly true…
So be sure that such inclusions
Happen fast before seclusions
Are the punishments
That wait in store for you.
It is merely speculation
Yet we get ourselves worked up
Before it’s said and done
We conclude, it’s just too tough
All because of a notion
Not a concrete fact
We question, where we’re going
Eyes fixed on our own backs
We determine that we know
The Who, what, why and where
Frigid feelings snow
Tension chills the air
Defensive out of spite
Caused by our suspicions
Could be wrong, may be right
We assemble our own prisons
When the Archbishop died the Canon thought he’d make a buck
Keep it quiet, bet on it and put it down to luck
Told the Dean to place a bet that Archie’s gonna croak
Stick a fortune on it so that soon you won’t be broke
Then the story came out and the Canon scooped his winnings
No suspicions: the Archbishop had a decent innings
But the Dean was jaded and he moaned life isn’t fair
I made my bet a treble…
with the Queen and London Mayor
The road I travel,
melts beneath me.
And the day approached
with curiosity.
For her smile aroused,
all of my suspicions.
And only nature,
could challenge her beauty.
And she smiled at me.
At me she smiled.
A biting introduction.
A choking feeling.
What to do,
blinded as I was.
So I returned the gesture,
thirsty, yet somehow quenched.
And on that day,
her smile became a scent.
A smell I inherited.
A biting introduction.
Your beautiful unfaithful lips once,
Brushed against mine planting dishonest kisses.
Your voice of treason spoke,
With a falseness in its tone.
Raising my inner suspicions,
Alerting my heart of duplicity.
I pondered the frequent question,
Why were you selling out our dreams?
Your disloyalty flickered,
Like a candle in the dark.
I have a feeling you won’t be returning,
So please give me one more honest lie,
And say you will...to keep me sane.
Staying outside my field of vision,
keeping alive all my suspicions,
that there beyond this sad veil of life,
my new reality, twists the knife.
Rubs salt in the wound, as if to say
"Neener neener, your staying this way".
Most of me, I would say, does believe,
for I have been, cut off at the knees.
Quality of life, strength, endurance.
Gone in the wind, leaving turbulence.
Thoughtful reflection, just keeps it there.
In my mirror, there's a stranger there.
A beating heart without hesitation
and bated breath steadily altered,
my love for you shall never falter.
Joy filled, yet with timid reservation
I’m dancing with your feelings and wounded mind.
Gently caressing your inner suspicions,
enticing you, exciting you, however blind.
Creating images of my smile, touch and smell.
I do, I do understand your mental hell.
As my heart beats unknowingly please decide?
Should I stay or should I go?
Only deep inside,
do you really know!