I radiate my inner glow—
like a well-polished precious jewel,
pleasing to see, with graceful height.
My handsomeness: a masterpiece of art,
driven by keenness to shed excess fat,
yet I still stand out like a star in the crowd.
My eyes radiate warmth that melts ice—
as deep and mysterious as a star-filled sky.
My smile, a gentle breeze—
a radiance that brightens all days.
Gentle as sleep, yet fierce as a lion,
depending on how you perceive my calm.
But I am a true gentleman—
like weather: mostly mild, sometimes stormy,
yet with a heart of gold,
veins of its worth hidden underground,
bringing forth joy like sunlight when unearthed.
The glory of my gentleness spreads wide—like wildfire,
yet remains near enough to be felt and tasted.
After all, the proof of the pudding is in the eating.
Sharp as a whip, with a lightning-quick mind—
bright as day, as sly as a fox,
a tower of knowledge
filled to the brim with real wisdom.
Every day, fire burns inside me near my heart of gold,
bringing forth brilliant ideas...
like a burning torch
illuminating every dark corner of ignorance.
Just be my friend and experience the wisdom I represent.
I have a dog sweet and sound
That goes woof woof all the time
He jumps ,he bites , he licks ,he barks
But too cute to give him a lecture all the time
Sweet and sound he goes
To get the things he need
Without a noise in the dark of the night
From one to two , he tiptoes
As sly as a fox he is
As fast as a cheetah he is
To get anything that will make him happy
A gang of friends he has
To play ,jump ,sniff and lick
To spend time happily with a cherish on his face
Glowing brown eyes he has
With that smile on his face
And the white fur as white as snow
A lovely dog he is
To play and to love
Cause he is a Labrador
And a best friend I’ve ever had
By Vykha Nair.
How about if time thinks out of the box
Let it be cunning, as sly as a fox
Instead of forward, shift into reverse
Life might be better, if you're not risk-averse
Now just think, in November
if instead of December
The next month was October
and after that, September --
That would be a year to remember
And of course, no need to be older than 50
once you hit five-oh, just back up and go
49, 48, 47, 46 ~ Time would be fun
if it would think of such tricks
Yet calendars have been printed
coins have been minted
There's money in keeping things
the way that they are
So, I guess I'll move to an island
way far away in the sea
Where time won't bother
to sneak up on me
On Saturday night in the city
The seamen are looking for Titty
But sly as a fox
She gets off their rocks
Proving it pays to be pretty
Momentos of Harry Cox
The wife has stuffed in her box
She always wants more
I don't know what for
She's just as sly as a fox!
Just because they shout out
tell you everything you hear is a lie and doubt
it doesn't make it true.
The Hannity's, Dobbs, Coumos. Lemons of the news,
sly as a fox, can not repair with staring loud and fumed
repeat what they hear and believe it to be exhumed
but that's not you, filtering out the rhetoric that brews.
Open your eyes, your ears
dispel your anger, qualms, and fears
see, listen, decipher the truth
and vote for our aged and our youth.
Let them shout, defend the fake news and lies
try to deflect and massage the sound wave cries
the future is in our hands, what will YOU do?
Donald Trump promised a Flat Tax
But cuts are more "Hi!" chat than axe
As sly as a fox
The Trumps loot Fort Knox
With lies quite shy of the facts
The enemy at close range
Loyalty sold for a piece of meat, a coin or a good dose of gossip
The enemy at close range
A friend with evil intentions
Searching for loopholes
The enemy at close range
Embraces you with a smile
Helps you clean your gun
But pulls the trigger when you turn your back
The enemy at close range
Disguised as a sheep but as sly as a fox
Laughs with you at your table
But as soon as it’s dusk
He runs into the shadows to break bread with your mockers
The enemy at close range
Knows your every move
Hears your every word
Spills all your secrets
The enemy at close range
Breaks your heart without a warning
And gives you quinine in place of honey
The enemy at close range
Is a friend with evil intentions
By Sylvia Chika
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When I was a child
We had little in means
So all my investments
Were in fantasy dreams.
A favorite of mine
Was told by my pap
Of a Sandman who came
Whenever you'd nap.
He came with a bag
And a mission, this guy
To put one piece of sand
In each sleeping eye.
So I made up a plan
And sly as a fox
Everyday upon waking
I went to my box.
I collected my sand
For a sandbox one day
And maybe a beach
To dig, build and play!
I worked hard at my sleep
And the Sandman was kind
He left me his tokens
For this Sandbox of mine.
Then one day I came home
To check on my stash
And it was all gone
I fell with a crash.
My grandma came running
To see if I died
And I asked if she knew
Where my Sandbox now lied?
She said with a grin
From one ear to the other
"I swept up your room
To help out your mother."
"I threw out that box
It looked empty to me.
Now dry up those tears
I made sand tart cookies."
So that's my sad tale
And I learned a big rule
Saving sand's a bad choice
So eat sand tarts, you fool!
She’s as pretty as a picture
And as quiet as a mouse.
He’s as blind as a bat
And as fat as a house.
She’s as stubborn as a mule
And as sly as a fox.
He’s as wise as an owl
And as strong as an ox.
She’s as skinny as a toothpick
And as slow as a snail.
He’s as sharp as a tack
And as large as a whale.
I could keep this up forever
But you know what they say:
Nothing ruins someone’s writing
Like an overused cliché!
I've got butterflies in my stomach,
A frog in my throat,
Cat's got my tongue,
And someone's got my goat.
I'm as sly as a fox,
But as blind as a bat.
I'm as silly as a goose.
Now what do you think of that?
I think of our last kiss
And I tremble.
I remember how I held you
And I shudder.
How when we are one it is bliss
Passion doth resemble.
For thirty years I’ve held your view
Destruction is udder.
Sly as a fox, you lured me with your kiss
Powerful I tremble
I thought I lost love, instead I fell for your screw
Addicted devotee
Naught but a poison, I divorce myself from you
Good-bye pot, hello me
People often ask me about my favorite poet
Let's see if you can guess
He's nothing like the coventional ones
Or even, any of the rest
Everyone who saw him knew his name
For he said it a million times
I laughed everytime he opened his mouth
For he'd always speak in rhymes
He was even so famous he was on tv
And you can still see him today
As long as there's a word called "syndication"
They'll never take him away
Sometimes he was seen as a trouble maker
As he often hurled his rocks
But somehow, he would make his escape
For he was always as sly as a fox
He came to town to find him a woman
But somehow, would always fail
He'd leave the town broken hearted
After spending a night in the jail
Your time is up, Have you figured it out?
It's time to tell you at last
"It's me it's me Earnest T, I can see you but you can't see me"
I'm talking about Earnest T Bass
Inspired by Amy's Contest
In order to stay alive,
she had to be as sly as a fox,
as she lived in a cardboard box,
controlled stress,
an old mattress,
dirty old clothes,
a book or two,
as hunger shows,
dirty water for drinking,
while death is floating, and life is sinking,
those images stuck in her head,
and people who saw her
called her a corpse even before she was dead,
society continues to evaluate,
delegate,
isolate,
then eliminate,
but that’s all they do,
they aren’t alone,
and the subway station was her home.
Sly as a fox you might be
Turning and twisting your words around
Toying with your fate and destiny
Till everything pulls you down
Words of prayers you sent above
Hoping no one see beneath the lie
Tricking and fooling the once you love
Guilty, heavy-hearted - You let out a sigh
Hoping sometimes you can fly through time
Going back to histories left behind
To correct the mistake that you made
Away from truth and with guilt you dine
You were showered by rains of regrets
You were confronted by shadows of fears
Knowing God is watching your every step
You just sat there in silent tears
What is done can't be undone
Just a trace to leave behind
Leaving to time to overrun
The regrets you have in mind
You seems confused
You seems distressed
Get over it
And get some rest.
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