No broken fences will be mended
To their own gardens have tended
Look how America has descended
By all the devils it has befriended
Above all laws have transcended
Fix elections and term is extended
Time their swindle was contended
And media who has commended
X really marks the spot is trended
This is exactly what they intended
Don’t care who they have offended
Sh*te will be alright they pretended
As slop up to the top has ascended
AI lie will make everything splendid
But the world gets totally upended
I think we've finally comprehended
Racism religion & fascism blended
Old school rules are simply bended
A f*ck fest that cannot be defended
What would be your reaction if an unfamiliar individual approached you and stated, "I love you"? Your initial response may lead you to perceive this individual as irrational. This phenomenon is comparable to interactions with strangers in online environments:
It is happening more each day online, and on social media platforms
How you respond to them can save you thousands of dollars by choosing not to respond.
Flattering words or deceitful phrases often swindle many elderly people out of their life savings.
Don't get me wrong; there are times when you can help a stranger who desperately needs it.
The adage reminds us that when you nurture them, they will always come back.
This contemporary take on love just doesn't resonate with me.
I have finished feeding these online pigeons.
What is green and dry?
With a strawberry peach blossom.
Guarded by its high bridge,
Only the sun can touch its life.
Rooted from underneath,
Where there are fragments to seek.
Can withhold the deadliest air to breath.
It stores their needs and can handle the breeze.
There is a meaning which is the absence of recognition.
Can swindle through you and leave no ends.
What it means to harness the bones alone.
Swirling down the hall with headphones,
No need to wear a mask.
What are you so afraid of?
Mold inward, crumble it down.
Stretch your arms out and fill up space.
What is next?
Find the bliss of sorrow and love on.
What kind of legacy will define your destiny?
“There is not a crime, there is not a dodge, there is not a trick, there is not a swindle, there is not a vice which does not live by secrecy.” - Joseph Pulitzer
There is something that few recognize,
But is transparent to many.
Kept in the dark and loyal to no one,
Hoping that nobody can find it.
It is a silent killer,
Swooping down on the smallest
Sense of innocence.
Give it an inch,
It goes a mile.
It is not an atomic bomb,
Nor the Bubonic Plague.
It is all in the slight notion
Of injustice.
~*~
“Injustice anywhere is a threat
To justice everywhere.
- Martin Luther King Jr.
Every girl, every woman
in his hometown
is wild and insane
about that funny guy
and crazy playboy
who deceives anybody
and walks through the halls of Hell
to make them his dearest possession...
until his desire does wane!
Funny guy and crazy playboy,
be careful not to make them cry:
they will hate you for your lie;
they aren't ready for a goodbye!
Who knows him well
cannot trust him a bit,
he hides in shadows,
and feels at fault;
he likes the one who's very sweet...
then, leaves her in tears
to swindle another heart:
to keep water running in his well!
What is alarming and disarms him
of his hold on them is the deluding smile
he gets from girls after a sudden break-up;
he knows how to empty out the cup
of passion and replace it with wine:
stay away or be a victim of charm!
Funny guy and crazy playboy, settle down
with one, tricks are suited for a clown;
promising them a false heaven is cruel,
who trusts you is an idiot and also a fool!
It makes me sad
to read such wonderful prose
hidden only cause many seem impaired
lighting dimmed
softness fades
missing true gems, for glittered dreams
Like ones travels
explore
discover hidden Lanes
quiet places are better to savour
wine and enticing poetry
taste better than overpriced grapes
Many are fooled by
by the popularity of bellwethers
who could swindle the pence
out of their mothers purse
actions and words completely reversed
poetry escapes them, rants are not verse
Seekers of praise
purchase their attention
I rather true poets
expressing life's true reflections
nothing has changed
time passes, is always the same
Stained ink on meaningless pages
What you talking about
got people thinking you got it
going on
sipping my wine
singing
my song
aint no way
and
Baby put me in your mix
instaed you go out there
turnin tr
treat me right
treat me right
I'll return the same
instead you jock
block
and play your game
We know what it is
you croonin on someone else
got me interested
and then you turn me off
jock and juke
Baby you the boss
Why you coming here
you aint into F@$kin
you game and jerk men
swindle and be puffin
come round year
starting S$$t
embarrassing me in front of your freinds
Baby youzza trip
Some are crafty and witty
Tainting the experience of a city
Quenching whatever godliness will kindle
Befriending only to use and swindle
Now the old wish for the olden day
And the young crave for that which the old say
But aren't we victims of one another
Each one a brother to a brother whom we don't bother
All the good that we today see as myth
Is fanned by our strangling of each other's faith
Yet the name of the Lord is still on our lips
Tell my then why the tapestry fades and rips
Like trees lush and green but without fruit
The gardening we have received we still don't foot
Taking without giving
Virtue dying out of our living
For we justify of its death with the times
And we are now silent in the face of crimes
Away from the woe of calling light darkness
Consequence will reveal your deeds in starkness
Let God lead ye, oh ye his sons and daughters
Safely wading through the darts and the plotters
We of Christ's fold shall be known by our love
And all the righteous bearings we shall have
K. Muitherero
Boredom awaits you
Throughout the years
When you get up to the hill,
There is fear that invades
The little child who walk up.
You would be afraid for your-self.
That's normal you are in the devil's regn
In an hell urban jungle.
You are sailing in a hatred sea
You may feel as you 're in hell
Even if the black & white of the photo
Is as pretty as in a movie
It's just pur swindle art
That's bichromy colors
should be inside the hearts.
It's du to a millinary quarels
Here and there all over the lands
Hatred spreads its gray seeds
like a cursed rain
LIMITATIONS OF POWER
Mortal men are in different sizes,
our gifted lives are in phases.
No lifetime is made to rival another less a tie;
The sky is too large for each not to fly.
If you're con artist don't try to swindle
him whose mind is a detective and isn't fickle
else your ephemeral lights will dwindle.
If you're the pen, don't battle with my muse
else you spill ink, laying bare masterpiece.
If you're the devil don't battle a god nor cavil
except you are the heavenly sequel.
If you're the MMA star don't battle ISREAL Adesanya
except you're the real style bender.
If you're illuminati thinking you control the world,
don't near Faith Generals who embodies God.
If you're the roost king, don't battle Slim Shady
except you're real Marshall Mathers who's born ready.
Despite the invention of Baphomet to look bigger,
Templars won't rage in the face of the Alpha and Omega.
Every one is king or ruler of their space board
But we are all lords, lord by One Lord, Our Lord,
Irrespective of each either being Even or Odd.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright© 12th November, 2022.
Butterfly elf man had a reputation for being a softie
Even though he looked stern, borderline determined even.
Not that it’s a bad thing, but he did not look whimsical or frolicking.
He looked serious, yet still, butterflies flocked to him.
Is he almost mean? Someone wondered aloud.
The butterflies tittered and twittered at this.
They knew he had to keep a rough expression because he was soft.
If people knew how soft, they would trick and swindle him.
Out of his treasures, his wealth, his whatnots and whatevers.
He did not dare wink or blink when other humans approached.
Keeping a stern look that fooled everyone except butterflies.
Mae was too soft, too easy, and prone to believing every dud.
They would swindle her, steal from her, persuade her to invest.
You need some guardians, her great aunt told her, like Pud.
Pud was a twenty-six year old Tomcat that could survive any test.
Pud also had an instinct about men, and trusted almost none.
Having him around was good, but extra cats would be more fun.
So Mae brought home two more purr-balls, Muffins and Mr. Eyes of Blue.
The four of them were intimidating, and kept her money safe and true.
Emerald envy nestled on velvet
several thousand away from paid
Puce tulip promise inducement
secluded juice, palliation delayed
Ivory aspire ripped wide envelope
plump with numbered requirement
Absinthe ardent delerium implode
paper stack compiling assignment
Cerulean satin adorns a champion
swanky speculators chase plethora
Fuchcia blooming futures chiming
swindle hopeful fast hoof investors
Magenta dash magic, risky fingers
probe probable, middle of pack peril
Bronze woebegone pilfers millions
prestigious month end ear emeralds
19th January
Naples Yellow, Ginger, Gold
Emerald Earrings
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
There once was a man name Plenty
Living in the land of prosperity
Who worshiped his wealth with greed
He planted many seeds he believed
Only to grow his greed
Nothing matter to him
Only his need to succeed.
As time when by
His greed begin to grow stronger and stronger
Nothing matter to him at all
His wealth was all his concern
Greed, greed was in his sight
With all his might became his flight
Not just now and then
This was his greatest sin.
One day as time went on
He found himself all along
No one to call him friend
His wealth begin dwindle
So he begin to swindle
Deprive with scheme to deceive
The morning and night
Begin to shine bright with fright
And his death was in his sight
His wealth could not save him
Dim, dim was his sight
Because he could not see the light.
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