Reports they redact and hide
Experts who tried can’t chide
Appliance of science denied
Us all being taken for a ride
On some helter skelter slide
With no shelter in or outside
Swelter in this delta of snide
Fried by fake national pride
As the past & future collide
Know on us all have spied
Our secrets they have pried
Data for advertisers supplied
Time to choose your side
Surmise AI guys pie eyed
In Geneva should be tried
For war crimes can’t abide
Yes it is up to us to decide
To stop the slop of the tide
What term history’s applied
Call it genocide or ecocide?
Either way everything died !
Every evening I cuddle up
on the sofa and watch the News:
different stories, same crimes,
I'm better off catching flies,
while coffee is perking up,
I definitely need a cup
for a healthy heart
and think straight;
will all promises
turn to dust?
Happiness is gone from this city,
moods are soberer than misery;
get me a beer, it's comedy
on stage: drunk is Vinney!
Hey, the deficit is sky high,
wages aren't enough to buy
an Armani suit to look sharp
and avoid these horrible blues:
I hate the ticking of the clock!
If I think that everything is fine,
I'm being taken for a ride,
who can afford a ticket
to a musical show?
The only choice is a cigar
and I'll still miss the game at the bar,
wandering streets that are dark,
until I hit the empty park
and start sobering up;
watch out for that cop,
he'll tell you, " It's past midnight,
go home, sleep tight! "
I am a paranoid
with feet so cold;
at this hour, nothing is loud!
I've no memory of my beginning,
A tiny seed, a lowly abandoned weed
Taken for a ride on Mariah's breath
Safe harbor found on a wall,
I barely squeezed between the bricks
and rested there for a while
In the silence of loneliness, I dwelled
No others like me did I see
as I buried myself inside a crevice
Leaves like arms in shades of green
I budded like a wildflower
Despite the odds I survived
I'll be doomed to a lonely life
without a flowery mate...
a lonely weed, never to procreate
A memory ~ I recall being a wispy seed,
with fuzzy siblings at my side
When our white-haired mother withered,
she sent us off without a goodbye
to live or die on our own.
my pony dogs step over each other
as if the other one is invisible
casually walking over head and feet
I try not to do this to either of them
if they rise up, I am being taken for a ride
If I break a hip, it’s over
anyone over seventy knows this
She believed in love at first sight
was deluded and double-crossed
one more time put her heart on the line
everything she once had now is lost
never knew no one who'd dissemble and lie
stab her in the back as he looked her in the eye
made the mistake of giving him her trust
now she's all beat up broke down battered and bust
she who had the faith love conquers all
was duped deceived taken for a ride
if she knew then all she knows now
there'd be no heartbreak she'd be dry-eyed
what a charmer come to no harmer
he enticed her then sliced and diced her
he's a two-timing four-flushing freak
if anyone ever was the perfect portrayal of one
living on a diet of deception and betrayal
he's a true Casanova a real Don Juan
What a fool, you were, taken for a ride!
It’s a lesson to learn, protect your own hide.
They had great a time, using your emotions.
Grow up, make absolutely no commotions.
God has a new friend, already on their way.
Stop snivelling, get on your knees and pray!
So, if they did this to you, smile, you are blessed.
A friend never jumps on your soul, do not be stressed.
You write their namss, put it in the Book of Psalms!
May God grant you peace, and protection from harm.
I wish you love!
Pangie
12/07/2024
The pretty girl with green cat's eyes
is skinnier than Johnny the hot-dog vender,
they chat and smoke grass
on their coffee break mindless of lonely Cher!
Once she was her true friend, they drank together
at the Happy Bar until the pretty girl
with green cat's eyes stole her boyfriend Peter;
when they meet, it's nothing but Hell!
Branda comes running and breaks them up,
that's when Cher's face gets red with anger;
" Peter is mine, get your own! It's not fair
to kiss him as if he was your adorable pup! "
The pretty girl with cats' eyes seems too crazy,
she always looks for a prey and when she finds one...
the poor guy can't escape from her captivity;
I'm ashamed to say I fell for her but drunk from wine!
Hey, dudes don't be charmed by her deceptive smile,
she steals your wallet and all the credit cards;
watch the pretty girl with cats' eyes luring guys;
think twice: sex is not free, don't be taken for a ride!
I have truly become fond of many poets here on Poetry Soup
And to be quite honest that has completely surprised me
l never believed a human connection could be made via a screen
Yet…. l have proved myself wrong completely
I do have a gullible soft hearted nature
Thus…. l am easily taken for a ride
So , l do question at times if ‘some’ of those connections are mutual
Or coming only just from one side
I hope these poets feel the connection as l do
And our cyber connection is honest and real
I would be sad to think otherwise
Disappointment and mistrust l would feel!
She sits in the corner
Hair over her face
Strumming her guitar
At such an easy pace
He comes out and joins her
She begins to hum
He sits on the ground
And beats on his drum
Then she starts to sing
And I gently close my eyes
Voices tugging at me
When they harmonize
In time with the music
My heart starts to beat
In tune with the words
my eyes start to weep
I follow along
As I'm taken for a ride
Through hopeful ideas
And foolish pride
I wished it hadn't stopped
When they got to the end
I felt so touched
Like a hug from a friend
Whoever wrote the words
Had seen into my heart
Whoever wrote this tune
Is pulling me apart
I'm thankful for the musos
Who played it so caring
And I'm so grateful to them
For their honest sharing
Harry Dingle had a dog
He took him everywhere
They lived near a swampy bog
That cast a stench in the air
He hunted in the morning
His dog always by his side
One day without warning
He was taken for a ride
Sheriff Cain who resided
Just half a mile away
His greedy heart decided
That Dingle couldn't stay
Little did Harry know
His land was rich with oil
So with his dog in tow
Was buried neath the soil
The sheriff now the owner
All the wealth he could crave
Harry's dog like a loner
Just sat beside his grave
Then a couple months later
With a chance to taunt him
His spirit as a gator
Returned just to haunt him
Sheriff Cain was soon to find
This ghost he couldn't battle
With vengeance on his mind
Killed and ate all his cattle
Soon Cain would taste defeat
Harry finally was the winner
For revenge to be complete
Had the sheriff for his dinner
To give everyone a scare
His bones draped across a log
Now the only one still there
Is Harry Dingle's dog
Bamboozled was is worth the energy and efforts for matters of
the heart? was it just an illusion? A game of hocus-pocus mislead
to believe that someone's intentions were true or was it just a
act only to be taken for a ride for fakery, infidelity, and personal
gain. Bamboozled
Wishing upon a star my Romeo, Juliet why do you remain afar?
wanting you, needing you only to discover a mistaken belief that
you continue to elude the questions at hand causing emotional
damage, and cruel treatment. Bamboozled finally, confidence
built up within her and she rediscovered that she wasn't a victim
but a survivor.
unfettered Winter bomb…k’boom,
the flurries driven up the coast.
ferocious and furious gloom.
clinks bride and groom, the whiteout toast.
violence of blistering snow.
killer bees of vanilla sting.
in ev’ry direction it blows -
so merrily drunk, blusters, sings,
staggering into banks and drifts -
the furry ones must save their hides,
in ground holes and sanctified shifts,
as Northeast is taken for a ride.
migratory flakes’ buried deep.
a shuddering dragon’s blast calls.
the sleigh bells snap, crackle, pop, sleep.
a party’s on as darkness falls.
shivers as the storm gets drunker.
the kegger of beer gone - drank it.
towns, villages, cities hunker
down, underneath the chill blanket.
1/27/2022
THE HOLY GHOST TRAIN
through Covid terrain
Groping in the present with fogged up view
I look for a lead, for someone to guide.
Are we together? Does Covid divide?
Who do I trust to discern what is true?
Who would deceive? And why? What is the cue?
How do I know if I'm taken for a ride?
Swamped by the unknown on a foaming tide,
what of tomorrows? to plan or review?
Seeking someone to blame drives a divide.
A hostile spirit tells of who is at fault.
As if on a ghost train with scares at each jolt,
I shriek in the dark as with spooks I collide.
Hold on a moment, but hold on to whom
when we are distanced, two metres apart?
In isolation the future seems masked.
Time to sanitise my thoughts of such doom,
seeking for words that may help to make sense.
Cleansed by the Spirit now let's take a ride
on the Holy Ghost train with God at our side
with blessings to come from surprising events -
despite the unknown, ever watchful for more.
We can hold on in faith, even alone,
abiding with Christ as in love we are known,
living in hope till a new way is shown.
By faith in God, trust is surely restored.
Screaming red, green with blotchy blue,
What it says I have not a clue,
Imagination! call it art,
If you have some then get a start!
Is it woman with child in arm?
Or some cattle in country farm?
warring soldier with loaded gun?
The guessing game has just begun!
More gathered at the city wall,
All in wonder! No clue at all!!
Boys and girls on the way from school,
They all thought it looked rather cool!
Wise, old headmaster came along,
smiling at crowd that looked agog,
Said “ colour has seeped through the wall!
This is not real painting at all!
You have been taken for a ride,
Masterpiece is on the other side!!”
“Cityscape” Poetry contest, sponsored by Julia ward
Choo Choo shoeless one arrives
Running late at half past five
All enamored with the charm
Sweetest smile will disarm
Bent the Word aligned with ICE
Makes it nice to reconcile
Not a place to sit alone
Freaking out don’t spend awhile
Flashing signs ignored by all
Swift the dusky smirk befalls
Soon the person lost inside
Insidious amour taken for a ride
Paid with time, too late to fall
Risk it all for winds desire
Shut it down and walk away
The better place to ride is just around the bend
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