Short Up His Sleeve Poems
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Couldn't hide his coy smile
He definitely had something up his sleeve
Mischief was on his mind
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Husband Adam would brag to wife Eve:
"I have many a trick up my sleeve."
But alas! He was nude
so — a sleeve-challenged dude.
That's why Eve was so hard to deceive.
There was God all alone in the world
Nature and wildlife merely doing His bidding
Who to create first, Adam or Eve?
You want to be TOLD how to make Adam?
~ Are you kidding?
Try my best to remain Silent like my pal overseas
Don't know what's happening, something's up his sleeve
Peculiar in nature
A psychological tater
Or is he just like us guys, full of poop and debris
It seems a certain party is absent without leave
Maybe this man's got something up his sleeve
Where did he go
He's missing the show
When he finally shows up, a big sigh we'll all heave
© Jack Ellison 2015
What's with this imposter Donald Trump?
For president I'd much prefer Forrest Gump!
His ramblin' views I find difficult to perceive.
Methinks he hides precarious tricks up his sleeve!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
He's just a decent actor, yet Keanu Reeves...
endures and he always has an ace up his sleeve
Gotta tip your hat to this sly cat with nine lives
Hit action-packed films; how his career survives
Date written: 08/25/2019
Bewitched, I am, by the man in the moon
On this night, of All Hallows' Eve
He hides a smirk behind twisted trees
as if he has tricks up his sleeve !
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"Halloween Moon" Contest entry, sponsored by Eve Roper
10/14/15
Loki
In days of Old Norse
Tales of the trickster were heard
Stories of his deeds
The sly one, the shape changer
Had wicked tricks up his sleeve
Loki had two sides
Bringing treasures to the Gods
Then he brings chaos
The blood brother to Odin
The legend that is Loki
AgMoore© 07/20/11
Amanda Moore
Bag if tricks contest
STOLEN MOMENTS
I curse the tale of that famous Don Juan
He was not so young as we now believe
I’m not so sure he was the only one
With such carnal desires kept up his sleeve
But ageing might mean it’s no longer fun
Yet such temptation offers no reprieve
Perhaps Lord Byron was really inspired
Such thoughts kept him going even when tired
3 Sep 2022
Grandmother Cottonwood’s leaves glistened.
Shaking their silver sides against the breeze.
Glossy and pointedly sculpted, a few listened.
As her main twig rolled up his sleeve.
I had not seen a talking tree since Babes in Toyland.
Expected some marching and a mariachi band.
The woods were unnaturally quiet and stark still.
North wind providing a coldish autumn chill.
Just like a magician with nothing
up his sleeve,
I’m just naked for all to see
baring my soul to those who’ll listen.
I talk of things ailing the sick soul,
for nothing seems to remedy his malady.
Love is said to conquer all, but love is
plenty, yet hard to find.
I miss Love’s soft touch, but I felt
too oft’ the painful sting of deceit.
Maybe I’ll never know true love, but what
love I did have has left.
Spring arrived with the promise of blooms
But winter didn't seem eager to leave
He had something up his sleeve
So he sent snow and a bit of gloom
Spring was not impressed
So she raised the temps a bit
The snow melted, and he had a fit
He hurried off, so stressed
Spring then spread her blooms everywhere
Each bloom had a different hue
Some were red, some were blue
With many other colors spreading cheer
The clever magician will have us believe,
that he keeps nothing up his sleeve,
that none of what he does is tricks,
that all of it is a pure mix,
of miracles that he creates,
and from thin air, substance, emanates.
The clever politician plays a similar game,
like the magician he will claim,
that from thin air he can produce,
the things with which he can seduce,
whole populations for him to vote,
at your next election, please take note!
A top hat and a cane
A trickster’s smile dancing upon his lips.
Blank magic up his sleeve
Doves in a handkerchief.
The stag light comes to life
And curious eyes fall silent.
Smoke and lights appease the mind
Oo’s and Aa’s fill the room
Never noticing the slight slip of a hand
An extra card hidden in his collar.
A deep bow and a curtain close
He walks away with the same smile.
For it was time to trick the next flock of conscience
With their own foolishness.
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