Trickery Poems - Poems about Trickery

Go into the woods at witching hour. Hear their music, know their joy for feast and dance, For their smiles are the widest, when they take all to devour. Soon there is a grin for every wallflower, and those brave enough to steal a glance. Go into the woods at witching hour. Do not notice the silent bell tower. Why...

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It always begins with a huge heart/ To be used over and over/ Stomped out like a forest fire/ That someone you trust and loved started it/ Screaming, running around/ Raging in your mind/ When they pick up your heart/ And tear it to pieces/ To bash against the wall/ Without a chance at life/ Behind the sight of your eyes/ All you see is cold,...

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Every day you go to work And hop into your vehicle Not a thought or say a word About if the job is meaningful You sacrifice a lot of time And try to be agreeable Often sold on common goals It all sounds so believable Any goal that is your own Should not include your...

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There’s no council without wise old, Nor old that vouch dharma nor virtue, No virtue, truth would not uphold, Nor truth free from fraudulent hue! ______________________ Translation |20.10.2024|assembly, old, virtue, truth, trickery Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of verses of wisdom called Subhashhitam. This verse is taken from Mahabharata, Sabha Parva. Draupadi was molested in the royal court...

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When the control is in your hand, you should know when to stop and when to use, no matter what it is: words or weapons. Otherwise, it will destroy the controller: like, someone is stabbing the holder's back by bending the holder's hand. Like, the truth you had said thinking the listener is your friend, but later found...

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We must win the war, Energy still raw; With foes wipe the flour; Not for us a sore… To lose is a flaw, End up in some jaw, Long opened bad door; Death would try its gnaw… In battles the fore As eagles to soar Like lions to roar Where gun fire is core… Now, speech is a bore Some speeches strength tore Cow horns that folks gone We...

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Halloween is here! But have no fear! This is my guide so you survive. Beware the graveyards full of ghosts and ghouls. The graveyard is where you will see zombies feasting. Stay in the light, form large groups, don't be fools. Beware the alleys vampires hang about usually toff. One look in their eyes and… boo! You're...

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In the full moon’s mystic frame an alien wolf in silhouette howls, in the diabolical stillness a tall figure in black cloak comes out through the spiked rusty gate of the castle perched on smoky hill. Arms stretched wide he wafts in the air like a hooded black bird, like the Count used to do...

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You are funny! He is six, with big brown eyes. I have sixty years on him. His head is thrown back, he gives a loud laugh. I am confused. “What did I say?” “You said this is a spegasor.” “It is a Stegosaurus,” I tell him. His laugh is louder now, he sounds like he is trying to...

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Masters of Trickery alien ornithopters filled with pilgrims gliding in under a full moon foul smelling unwashed bumbling hubcap jockeys from artless galaxies firing bursts of compressed methane in wanton hypnotic quantities ended civilization as we know it the survivors reel in stupor the land is barren its people wail our women masturbate exclusively our men drool and **** themselves except for a number of mathematicians and barflies...

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The ability to stay calm is a hard task to manage. The wooden bench I am sitting on creaks with every move I make. Each creak stabs my ears. The open wilderness surrounding me has a sinister face it likes to hide. The strong wind blows my loose papers- they scatter. Unable to finish- The heat rises. My cheeks burn. My breath...

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Spy vs. Poet - pen trickery (A collaborative poem by Serena Storm and Joel Thornton) Dissimulating cloak – an apocryphal script Ah, I see "I" the spy has stumbled upon new tricks Disloyalty - The Perfidy - eye-witness – an errant scheme Perhaps errant- perfidious? A joke! - I the spy got an eye full it seems....

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11/12/2013 make me actually LOL 2 Nina Parmenter Fat or skinny Short or long There is no way to go wrong When their put inside your buns It becomes a lot of fun They can squirt stuff from inside They are moist and sometimes dry Plumping up when they get hot They are loved a very lot You will find women and men With these in their...

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Under ghostly moon-- Bloody skeletons hang Opening coffins witches brew maggots in cauldrons at the end of hooded dance Shrieks from bleak alleys Ruffle cobweb hairs Medusa hunts for flesh a shortening of pulses mingles with children’s sweats Pumpkin lanterns expand knifed fangs Loot bags ripping from cracked windows of trickery Halloween’s beat mounting, run! *alternating 3- and 2-lines, traditional rengay For Rusell Sivey's The Ultimate Halloween...

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I found out All that money is Not needed Cash doesn’t Cure pain, sadness, and sorrow And can’t buy pure love Russell Sivey...

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