Like two paynim peas in a pod,
their scurvy color
lipslick scheme is sour green
Got beady black eyes
scam shady —
A graft gaze that squints bifurcated focus
from hocus-pocus pupils;
whose tainted teal look-see, aperture con-fidence teach
a vulture view!
Crafty condor blinkers reflect
cunning thoughts
with a subtil snake-oil sheen
The scales of their subliminal deception
weighs silver speak fugazi
forge fraught
Cheating and conniving is the gold hush standard
of the blarney barker bling-bling
And cheator ear worms
dig every electromagnetic crypt-ic message
that the swindle Svengali sing-sing
Cabbage cheater chants
grow robber root rancor on the
dire dark,
underbelly dusk horizon
Them pickpocket pants,
pig feet parlance,
taste liquidity legume leper-con unlucky
on welsh rabbit tongues
01-12-22
Categories:
svengali, identity, leadership, money, perspective,
Form: Alliteration
A sliver moonlight
icon’s silhouette
rooted to the spot
sitar sensei pop
art venue dye stamped
wistful sly grin
masks grey tinged beard
svengali imp
of fretboard glee
awestruck throng’s
dry cough whinge
stage plank creak
taut nails
skydive
strings
Contest : A Diminished Hexaverse Contest
Sponsor : Caren Krutsinger
Date : 20 January 2021
Categories:
svengali, age, art, august, change,
Form: Diminished Hexaverse
Seduces the benighted then lifts the
Veil to reveal his Janus face; a demon
Entrapping lost souls in his clutches
Never fall under his spell. Beware!
Go confidently with your gut instincts
And trust it blindly. Don't be...
Lulled into the tangled web of the devil
Incarnate. Refuse to surrender to his control.
Submitted for...
Strand Choice E Any Theme Any Form Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
03/12/2020
Date written: 09/14/2019
Categories:
svengali, analogy, encouraging, god, metaphor,
Form: Acrostic
Monomaniacal Mist
I am the finite of the infinite for the shadows bleed my presence
My habitual hunger is imminent and toxicant time is of the essence
Like the serpent swallowing sorrows slithering to sanitize your soul
In view of marauding morrows whispering winds wavering console
As a malodorous mist, I appear a demi-god of recyclable tangled time
A fallen angel fostering fear bringing forth a new pernicious paradigm
I come within denigrative dreams a diabolical debacle demanding end
A Svengali of silent screams an oblivious organism that will transcend
A jaded jackal conjured by the broken hearts withering to their demise
The grotesque genie that departs only to enslave before it’s downsize
I am the confiscating conqueror of night banishing your barren breath
Like a fallacious futile frostbite a feculent frozen fire ... for I am death.
April.03.2018
The Life of Death
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen
Categories:
svengali, death, destiny, mystery,
Form: Rhyme
In the waiting room, the plant
Sat near the windowsill.
Purple leaves were nodding
Like they had their own free will.
Their skinny stems supported
What were leaves split up in threes;
All were dancing to the music
From the radiator breeze.
Outside the sun was shining
Though the day was brisk and cold.
That brightness drew the plant
And like Svengali, had a hold.
For every leaf was straining
To get closer to the light.
I wondered if they’d loosen up
When day turned into night.
I guess we’re not so different
‘Cause it’s natural to yearn
For whatever makes us cozy
And it’s to that source we’ll turn.
Categories:
svengali, light, longing,
Form: Rhyme
The svengali of American art
His teaching gave so many a start
'Harmony & balance' his famed word-play
'Filling space in a beautiful way'
In Georgia's heart,his words did stay
Tribute To Arthur Wesley Dow (1857-1922) Teacher & artist
http://www.artnet.com/Galleries/Artists_detail.asp?gid=529&aid=5407 Marsh Creek
Categories:
svengali, art, history, people
Form: Narrative