Smuggled Poems | Examples

The Art of War

Hit them where it hurts

President Trump said “Ukraine has no cards to play to end war with Russia”. Yet deep inside Russia, Ukraine masterfully destroys over 40 warplanes that could carry nuclear weapons, using smuggled drones; simultaneously attacks multiple air fields. Russia loses an estimated $7,000,000,000 dollars in one day. This is the one for the history books

It’s what you call “the art of war”
Unseen, unheard, not done before
Hit in the balls, the chin and mug
Ukraine plants hurtful wartime slug

The “Trojan Horse” of modern times
Payback for vicious bloody crimes
Can’t puff your cheeks, the air’s gone
Deprives the evil of its brawn

No one can tell them what to do
Defeating goons is peace, that’s true
As heavy blow, as ever been
Support the noble fight, to win

Burned planes launched heaviest attacks
Could threaten world with N-word axe
And now they’re gone, ain’t that a shame? 
We watch. Hey, “Slava to Ukraine”!

June 2, 2025

An Odd Thief

There’s an odd thief in our neighborhood
Who steals stuff that he must think is good
Beginning with my small bushes and trees
Which at the start, made no sense to me

Then parts of my fence suddenly disappeared
And a pile of firewood was totally cleared
Yet when most of my porch pickets were gone
It was time to dispense some fighting brawn

By taking some sort of drastic action
For our family needed some satisfaction
Yet the next day he stole lawn sport’s equipment
And a stack of pallets fresh from a shipment

The following day when I got home from work
My front door was ajar; from that crooked jerk
Who oddly took walking sticks and umbrellas
Which confirmed this thief was a strange fella

Since I was so ticked, I left to ponder the scam
Then I saw on a side road a new beaver dam
Amidst the prairie sits this cobbled-up dome
Built with those good things smuggled from our home

Our prairie was treeless, devoid of beaver
Until this thieving one, which was a great weaver
And to top it off, I was totally floored
Coz its lodge was crowned with our head board!

Sunrise Over the Sea

Morning sunrise breathed light in filagree
burnishing colorful waves across the sea

It delicately wove golden threads of lace
in dawn's sky while it warmed my face

I smiled at the sea's luminous shimmers
as it moved in rhythmic dappled glimmers

The sun's brilliant shades of topaz and maize
seemed to set the sea aflame in a fiery blaze

I watched my footsteps stolen from the sand
by frothy fingers smuggled as contraband 

A flock arrived; their squawks heard as a cheer
The avian's call to breakfast I could plainly hear

Seagulls sang together in a raucous symphony
as dawn in glorious beauty, revealed her litany

They kept watch for light appearing in the East
as the signal it was time for the day's first feast

It was such a wondrous morning upon the cape
as sunlight artfully painted a stunning seascape

Graveyard dirt from asiL Marie Gargano

Enchanted Norse the dark place of dwarves trickery leaving graveyard dark from gargano graves formed in to spear heads making witch ornaments with light bulbs filled with forbidden black sand smuggled from Maui candle wax to see if asiL will appear wearing feathers of ash smudging walls wailing clawing talisman voodoo charms the hidden agenda a family of fathers who fake their deaths to become the devil hiding in basements toying with goodness heaven closed the doors leaving Lisa lingering holding Mary Gargano hand weeping the agony watching evil plotted her song of sadness illuminates her feet covered in graveyard dirt a pet cemetery for humans unleashed the trickery lies in faking of death to impersonate the deceased identity fraud the covering of arson murder of 9 persons the twisted surges of negative energies graveyard dirt used in ritual sacrifices shuttering coven of asiL Marie Gargano wrath unfolds the pagen pilgrimage Norse meeting trolls dwarves meeting at memorial gardens entrance

the fable of Jesus

The Fable of Jesus
Jesus was skeptical of his tribe, he didn't 
whether he was a Semite, his father, the renowned 
the wood craftsman had green eyes and knew 
a few phrases of gallic monks had visited until
the Rome administration banned them
Jesus, to please his father, built a bookshelf, it was
It was so bad his younger brother had to take over
Jesus took umbrage and moved to Jerusalem, where
he hung out with radicals of his time
he was good at talking and soon became their leader
there are a few girls in Jesus's fellowship
one of them was Magdalene who had the hots 
for Jesus, tall and elegant back in his youth 
Jesus became famous when he threw moneylenders
out of the church, many more people joined his flock
He thought he was powerful and took on 
the Rome colonial administration and arrested
they mocked him and gave him a crown of thistles 
egged on Haiku

y the hateful priests, was crucified 
During the night, women got him down from
the cross, hid him in a cave till his wounds healed
A fisherman called Peter smuggled him and
Magdalene to France
they had seven children, and he ended his days
as respected goldsmith

ex presidents

Ex-presidents

There was a man, not very tall, selling
pornographic pictures at a corner of a 
street
Once he had all the power, one could 
dream of, as a military junta took his 
job, and since all he had was  grand
villas were in the name of the state and
Furthermore, he had neglected to pay 
anything to his retirement fund 
Hence, reduced selling of naughty 
picture of visiting statemen having sex 
in some sleazy hotel
when those who had bought the pictures
took a closer look, they realized they
had a goldmine
the man on the corner was smuggled
 to
Brussels got an offer he could not refuse
He lives in Rhyad and takes delight
counting all the rolling heads in Europe 
Nothing is new; it's  what politicians do
when losing power, he joined the TV circus and 
get interviewed telling the same sorry story
and the more fibs they tell, the more we 
enjoy gossip and slander.

Condition Three, Wartime Cruising

I was a good Buddhist jack tar,
Confident to sail this ocean of time alone,
All desire renounced and stowed away
Like smuggled cargo I pretend is legal trade.
I was well-practiced in the art of navigating perils,
Steering clear of revenue cutters, hostile native islanders,
And other such threatening complications.
Now has a typhoon struck that threatens contentment,
The swells have made me dizzy
And my sea legs seem uncertain
As I ride Poseidon’s roller coaster sick as a lubber,
An unlucky smuggler caught in the act
Of feeling long dormant desires stage mutiny
And relieve me of command of my senses,
Lusting after that other salty wonder.

Clangers - Turn Left At Mars

They sent me on a spaceship to walk on this dusty moon
I looked back upon planet Earth which almost made me swoon
I came to meet a Clanger and I hoped I’d meet one soon
But I can’t even find a dragon with a serving spoon

I headed for a mound that looked a little like a dune
To hear their classic whistle would be something of a boon
There and then I’d settle for a smuggled in baboon
Or to find an area where Clanger hair was strewn

But then a flick of dust kicked up but with no whistled tune 
I tracked it to a critter that looked like a green raccoon
I asked the creature where the Clangers spend their afternoon
The creature said, “The Clangers live on planet ‘Blue’ you goon.”

I leapt back in my spaceship which was called The Macaroon
A strange name for a spaceship but my monorhyme is oon
I jetted off to ‘Blue’ and I arrived half way through June
And then I met the Clangers and they sold me a balloon

A Mother Writes a Letter To An Unwanted Child

There is regret,
shelved torn fingernail.
You were smuggled away,
bound to an older bosom.

I needed to quickly name you.
The name I gave was flimsy.
You disappeared inside my eyes.
It all seems worse than wrong now.

I gave them your drowned face,
they breathed new air into it.
Dressed you to forget.

I can only see phantom clumps of you,
shreds flying in the wind
a transparent stranger.
I cannot now speak to your
namelessness.
All has gone quiet inside me.

I have been sewing tight a womb
made of long-evening shadows.
I feel less flesh confined, more porous
to the residual flavor of you.

H-E-R

She knew the truth,
But smuggled it,
Underneath her weary cloak,
A thousand holes,
Peaking,
through

Worthy, is she?
Accomplished, a wise woman,
Exclaiming her wisdom,
Her shadows are hiding,
Through the murk of her foggy mind,
The silhouettes swims,
Her scars sing,

Wonderful her energy squeals,
Witness me!
Gallant her spirit,
Honor me!

Her voice, flaccid,
Life, resilient,
Silence, exuberant,
Strength, transcendent,

Fire, it roars,
Burns the whole,

H-E-R

All For One

I’m a bit of a mystery, a bit of a myth.
My answer to small talk is taking the fifth.
My loyal troops are always gathered ‘round.
It’s just Santa, Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy, 
And me.

I’m a bit of a fog, and a bit of a fraud.
I’ve smuggled illegal opinions abroad.
I hang with all the usual suspects.
It’s just Bigfoot, Yeti, Paul Bunion, 
And me.

I’m a bit of a rumor, and a bit of a fact.
You can tell by the way my critics react.
But I’m never worried by all their drawn swords.
It’s just Athos, Porthos, Aramis, 
And me.

Man Who Ran Nissan

Carlos Ghosn makes a daring escape
It has now become Japan vs Lebanon 

CEO had to literally think- Out of Box
This whodunnit as good as Mr Bond
In Japan he was in house arrest
Darling of Lebanese masses
A go getter, a family man
There is some charisma 
Leaders and criminals 
Dreamers and doers
Put In a tight corner 
Resolve challenges
CEO was accused 
Fraudulence and

Malpractices
Embezzlement...........................The Man Who Ran
Personal Gains...........................N I  S   S    A    N

The NISSAN boss 
Le cost killer. Fix it
Had to shift gears!
From ‘a tight corner’
Came ‘grand escape’
Staged an unbelievable
Brazilian-French-Lebanese 
Was trapped in sedated Japan
He smuggled himself out- In A Box
Maintains a corporatesque non-disclosure
Quite likely the story of the box is just an alibi
His motivation? “I did it for the love of my wife”
.
CEO’s are known to write interesting biographies 
Few things they do not teach while giving degrees
A post retirement flip; a Hollywood flick; or Politics 


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Amitabh— 17-01-2020 : Visual - Text around Nissan logo. 

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=djyyWlCPFd4

Dangerous Cargo - With Apologies To Hedy Lamarr

She slithered from the jungle in a Vera Wang sarong
Like some wicked juju temptress with no sense of right or wrong. 
I remember how it thrilled me, 
Oh yeah, when she shimmied in the buff;
And that first time she let loose, I thought I’d never get enough.
She hid a wealth of smuggled goods among her cargo.

I was cornered and defenseless; she was turning on the tease.
Then she wrapped her legs around me in an anaconda squeeze.
She had something sweet to teach me, 
Oh yeah, more than modesty allowed.
So I poured a gin and tonic and I let myself get plowed.
She dealt in contraband delights with no embargo.

She was primitive and deadly. I was curious and young,
Groping hesitant, yet eager, heart to heart and tongue to tongue.
I plunged headlong with abandon, 
Oh yeah, off those reckless, dizzy heights,
Spinning through a swirl of colors, shooting toward a burst of lights.
I came down withered, drained, and blank like no tomorrow.

You can run a little faster, beat the bullet from the gun.
You can run a little farther, almost halfway to the sun.
But when you run from Tondelayo, 
Oh yeah, Christ, her cargo weighs a ton.

Silent Virus

In the coldness of winter
when a virus hit all around
like the silent snowflakes
they both invade without sound
where one can make you cold
and slowly freeze to death
the other makes you sick
and can take your last breath
with one we dress up 
stay smuggled and warm
with the other we mask up
hoping we do not come to harm.
like the snowflakes that will melt away
we pray this virus will not stay.

Contraband

Row upon row
upon row
of caged men
some growl
others mutter
still others silent,
lifeless...
the banging starts
crescendos
the din incredible
is it a jailbreak
who smuggled
freedom in

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