Underhand Poems | Examples

My One Goal

I have one goal, that is to become whole
Not to be faultless, but a gracious soul
To not become angry, but understand
When folk do the things I find underhand.

Anger does nothing but drive one insane
Those causing it, to them it's just a game
Must learn to let those hurtful words depart
Not to let them sting alike a thrown dart.

With only goodwill and fine deeds to do
A smile to greet all those that I meet too
My heart would then increase millionfold
It would seem my life was made of pure gold.

I must remember to pray day and night
That I can become a beacon of Light
Listening to what the Lord has to say
On how to shine bright, in a godly way.

Hoping it won’t be long for me to reach
The goal I desire, that will gift me peace.
I wish to be remembered, when I’m gone
For a lifetime well lived, by everyone.

I don't want to be here

I don't want to be here
I just want to sleep
To let the wind blow over me
To never have to think

I don't want to be here
People just don't understand
They think that I am spiteful
Or do things underhand

I don't want to be here
Just slowly slip away
To give the world a rest from me
And live another day

True Freedom part 3

We left our intrepid adventures on the plains of the Serengeti and there we will
re-join them. Pukka has heard word of an evil genie down in the old Rhodesia
He appears to have set up shop taking whatever he wants by magic  and other 
such underhand means. It is said that he has his eye set on the moon maiden.

Oh no that would be a bad thing for she to have to suffer. Just then a native flung himself before Simba and Pukka masters oh masters he has captured
the moon goddess. We need to rescue her to save night itself can you imaged
a day with out night just endless days too terrible to think about. After a
deep pondering yes said they could not and must rescue her without delay.

Arriving at his court Benjay told them he was in the wrong and released
her without delay. The friends decided to hire troop of guards to protect her
and various other things with these in place they felt safe enough to
take long vacations and left to do their own things

I Live In England

I live in England

My country is not in Google
No one recognises the name
I go under United Kingdom
And no one can explain

I live in the green and pleasant land
Rule Britannia and god save the king
But it’s done underhand
When I look there is nothing

France, Germany, Italy and Spain
Are all allowed to use their name
Mention England the barriers raise
I am as English it’s not a phase

My country is England
I live on my land
I am not Great Britain
Or UK so I say out loud
I live in England
It’s like a swear word
I have never harmed anyone
This name BAN is absurd. 

David cox 24/02/23

Lets Call Her Wolf Girl

She was the kind of woman we feared
As much as grim reaper or Blackbeard.
Because we did not listen or understand
We thought her intentions were underhand.

She was suspicious because of her pets
We heard that they slept in her house on safety nets
I cannot imagine sleeping a wink with one wolf in the house
Yet she had a dozen, confided a peeping mouse

Let’s call her Wolf Girl, some idiot suggested.
Oh no, I told him, my patience tested.
She is at least twenty-two if she is a day.
She is Wolf Woman, Jimmie McCray!

Marvelous Minnie

Marvelous Minnie had a hissy fit and threw her lamp down the stairs.
It hit an elf, a gargoyle, and four children dressed as Goldilocks and the Bears.
They ran up to see what was going on in the Witch’s crazy old mind.
I am sorry, she said. I did not think ahead, this was truly unkind.

And so they forgave her, but the next thing she decided to do….
Was to throw stuff out the window, and a couch landed on two.
They were shrieking and screaming and wailing to beat the band.
I don’t even care, she said. I thought their motives were underhand.

Come on! Her Auntie Feefife said. Give them a break, they turned into curd.
Transmogrify them into something else please, their squawking is rather absurd.

Those Are Mine

life, you’ve dealt me blows
left and right
some underhand and outright dirty
come on - don’t pretend it isn’t so

while it’s true 
what doesn’t kill you
makes you stronger
it never seems so 
at the time

but through the years
the many nagging losses
sure do prepare you
for the big ones

whipped into submission
convinced that’s all there is
yes maybe so –

but you can’t take away
from me
my memories 
of glory days
between the losses



AP: 1st place 2021

Posted on June 14, 2021

The Missing Grave

I visited his grave, but the grave was gone!
What? I know spirits travel but this just seems wrong.
There's a big hole where the grave used to be.
I think someone is playing a big prank on me.

On second thought, this is just what he would do
to have a big laugh, all his spirit friends, too.
I rushed home to see if it was in the back yard,
under the pear tree he would loudly disregard.

It's not there, but between the roses, it might squeeze.
Or under the mulberry that he knows makes me sneeze.
Or inside the house, oh please not beside the couch!
or under a table, so I'll have to crouch!

I open the closet expecting to jump,
not there either, but I spy a big lump
sitting in his "couch potato" chair;
yep, that's where he'd put it, if anywhere.

Not there either, now I'm becoming confused.
Raced back to the grave and it's still not being used.
I checked the marker on the grave next to his.
Why he moved it, I can't fathom, but there it is!

(This poem needs some explaining, I understand.
The grave is where it was, nothing done underhand.
A new one will go in next to the one she misplaced.
This woman got confused. Could be she's a tad spaced.)

Why So Fast

Where do you want to be and how soon
That you enquire of the shortest routes and fast cars
Always on your way by sun and by moon
Oblivious of whether your skies host guiding stars

The Lord only makes you tarry for readiness.
It's not a passage of time but patience in its perfect work
To purge obscure evils and with righteousness fill your emptiness
That your clean house be without space for which temptation lurks

A man and his wife sold a field.
Gave part to God claiming that they gave all
Must fear more than love be the surest unction for man to yield
Must he fall so far as a finger to write his end on the wall

Your Father in Heaven tells your hearts not to be troubled
Seize moments to do good but sprint not for sorrowful riches
For by faithfulness Job was restored and his wealth doubled
Turn away from the underhand that the world subtly preaches

K. Muitherero.

Charlatans

I'm sick of mean minded people 
who prey on the weak and the old. 
Who use every rip-off trick in the book 
trying to turn crap into gold. 
They target the vulnerable in society, 
with their scams, cons and sharp practice. 
With promises of riches or something for nothing 
with underhand 'legal' tactics. 
Along with the 'friendly' loan companies, 
who charge usurers interest rates. 
They're the dregs of the Earth, of questionable birth, 
and I doubt if they have any mates. 
Why do we have to put up with them? 
Hiding behind legalese. 
They're morally bankrupt, 
leech like, corrupt, 
and degrade humankind with their sleaze.

The Flight of Love

The power is in our hands, to change the world,
but whom do they serve, when the flags unfurled?
It is the bank account, that gets the victory,
The strike of the gavel, be it pine or hickory.

A life of desperate peace, or certain civil war,
how can power lead, when rotten to the core?
Will the world ever be, that promised wonderland,
or just a facade of lies, from an evil underhand?

We are defined by, all that we endure,
The fall to temptation and evils allure.
Only by rising above, can we see the light,
The light that gets us, through the dark night.

Long have they known, musicians flying high,
what we should be doing, just not why.
For in the end, like the whiteness of a dove,
wings are not needed, for the flight of love!

Anti This and That

The anti this…
 We can be anti this and anti that
say, our hatred of Muslims is there but not deep
and is often based on ignorance.
But we have to face the fact that anti-Semitism
is in the psyche in the western mind.
Here we have to differentiate between Israel and
the Jews as there is not many of them   
in that state of Israel, the sitting government
there are Zionists.
What worries me way anti-Semitism is deep-rooted,
we have to be aware of our feelings at all time
but why is it so?
Of course, the Jews are successful people who
tend to come on top in economic matters, if our
hatred is based on envy we should be ashamed
and clean our souls.
After the war and the pogroms faced by the Jews
in my country to behave Jewish still denote 
a negative emotion, like greed, and underhand
as being Jewish when it is not.
I blame Christianity too, over the years, has put
fuel to the fire with Jewish rhetoric.
We must come to the understanding that a Jew
is a fellow man with good and bad qualities  
as I have a look at facts and not the myth.

Have a Ball

Throw it, roll it,
  Bounce it, pass it
Dribble it, bobble it
  Kick it, toss it, miss it

Pitch it, hurl it
  Heave it, sling it
Fastball, slider
  Sinker, knuckler, curve

Underhand, sidearm
  Overhand, 3/4 arm
Whiffle ball, tennis ball
  Forehand, backhand, serve 

Baseball, basketball
  Football, volleyball
Golf ball, tennis ball
  Hardball, softball, swerve

Matters not what sport you do
  Or what result's deserved
Just go out and do your best
  And play the game with verve

A Marry Time Tale

A Bo'sun in the pub was wheezing
From Wanda Mann's underhand teasing
An organist by trade
And accomplished milkmaid
Her fingers were quite busy squeezing

The Bo'sun recalled a sperm whale
That spouted away in a gale
Wanda knew how whales blow
And performed it just so
The Bo'sun would buy her more ale

The Bo'sun was never a sinner
And saw her a champion winner
He took her for wife
She took up her knife
And swallowed his sausage for dinner

The Bo'sun now lies underground
His widow is fooling around
Like an octopus
She will grab men thus
Explaining she's on the rebound

A widow must have food to eat
A sausage is filled up with meat
Just one dram of rum
And seamen will come
To give Wanda a cream-filled treat

But the Bo'sun's fate still lingers
Like Wanda's octopus fingers
'Tis said on her plate
She'd resuscitate
A galley of real humdingers

Now the Bo'sun's fate took a toll
On many a poor seaman's soul 
When out on a date
Remember their fate
Keep your sausage out of the roll!

Underhand Overs

underhand overs -
it's all over down under
weeping cricketers

© Gail Foster 31st March 2018

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