Short Unscrupulous Poems
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Pulchritudinous looks, unscrupulous ways hook
Junoesque one apart, pneumatic in mouthpart
Those coconut-like callipygian haunts cull
Leave alone howling wolves, despite being ourselves!
Good
Excellent, Honorable
Pleasing, Striking, Becoming
Virtue, Morality; damage, harm
corrupting, ruining, debasing
unscrupulous, insidious
evil
Written May 14, 2021
Future technology is for the good of mankind
But can be manipulated by unscrupulous minds
Must remain skeptical
Some are unethical
Watch for these dudes that operate below the line
Thoughts about Thoughts
1/11/2016
Thoughts kept corralled, wear your brand,
But once shared, they pasture on open range
Becoming vulnerable to any unscrupulous cowboy
Possessing a running iron;
Tom
Who is the well known visitor forgetting
What a scandalous bit of gossip it would be?
Where privacy is not always very private
When the unscrupulous are so quick to see
Why not some filthy lucre just for me?
For Harry's contest
Like monkeys,
They wreck silence of the kingdom
Really unscrupulous and mend no love
In the black stricken caves lies their mind
All venture in sour sweets
And always point in vengeance home
Where shadows have shadows …
Unscrupulous ties of marriage by knives,
And a face that begot the sun,
All time and fate doth mingle late
Till resting sorrow come,
The mind
Once stretched
And muddled
And tetched,
Shall in its mourning see
That in the end, we all as one
Will in our coffins be.
If my thoughts are to be mine alone
embracing utterance cannot be an option.
Only thoughts kept corralled, wear my brand,
and once uttered, they pasture on open range.
Becoming vulnerable to any unscrupulous cowboy
who possesses a running iron.
I ask this of you
Never to trifle with my affections
My precious little heart can't hold it
For a caprice it's not built
It's banks are full to the brim
and the walls are but weak
Please do not break my little heart
There's not even one unscrupulous bone in me
If you do not fancy me, let me be gone
Importance
Brittle while still beating
Facing ordeals bound unscrupulous
Memories and self-fleeting
Roaming humankind, staying meticulous
Probing for thy true identity
Shedding light upon the unrighteous trials
Rummaging for crumbs of serenity
Confronting the blunt force of society’s denials
Having A Thought
Miracle Man
2/25/2025
Thoughts remain in the delivery room
until the tongue gives them birth.
Many thoughts go full term
but some are birthed premature.
Thoughts kept corralled I hold title to,
but once shared they graze on open range
becoming vulnerable to any unscrupulous
cowboy possessing a running iron.
Buoyant orange flames leap like a leopard stalking the sun. Posthumously, the mountain of smoke and ash collapsing on itself, selfishly stomping out joy, but for the Aurora Borealis, the joykill of skullduggery. Her light like song notes, tra-la-la-ing. Her beauty, unscrupulous, to the roaring volcanic beast.
northern lights
emeralds and pinks
disclosing
phantasm peaks
valleys of despair
The panderer's grandiose smitten scheme
spectacular invention those calibrated scenes,
gradation of movement in unhurried steps
resistance ineffectual fallen to debt...
Marvelously sculptured are unscrupulous ideas,
lavishly displayed within bubbled galleria
tempted to chance overwhelming desire,
dissapating blazon our spiritual fire...
Corruption and greed,is not our human nature,
more appropriate are unjust errant ventures...
Lies masqueraded as truth,
Unscrupulous, and uncouth,
Deceit in love,
Deceit of money,
Deceit with trust,
Deceit with facts,
Vaporous semi-truths,
Held as solid gospel,
The twists of truths,
Serving for one a selfish use
But for the victim of these falsehoods,
A form of deep abuse,
Borrow things, no intent to return,
Cheating others, let them burn!
How low can one go?
For even but a dime,
Will puzzle me,
Til the end of time.
There once was a place soupers called PS
Forgive me if I sound a bit too superc-i-l-i-o-u-s
Bloggers delight with fisticuffs
at spiteful bullies bogus bluffs
One day gone, none got along, all unscrupulous!
Delete them at first, what they falsely implore
Seems one can’t hash it out with an execrator
Or block the gates
of those old reprobates
And poof all gone, it’s what buttons are for!