"connived" poems
Let's just say mom
had two sides.
She was a true dichotomy,
a great example
of the perfect
yin yang mother.
On one side,
she did the best
she could,
clothed us
& fed us,
cleaned up our cuts,
did a bit of homework
& taught us about Jesus.
On the other side,
she did her worse.
She lied,
connived,
****** a couple
of my high school friends
& showed us the devil.
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 6:06 AM UTC
Shall I open volley,
spike with clenched hand?
Acquiesce to athleticism,
or drop return?
Is there a score?
numbers imply a plan,
encumbered; ******** clad...
jockstraps and leather,
tube socks and man.
****** courts,
exotic terminology,
words of reduction,
redacted, redacted, redacted!
under spells of seduction...
What more?
Who the **** cares.
Piles can be chucked,
and strip smiles, 1 grain at a time,
throw a bone, throw another,
you'll build your own monster.
What more?
redacted, redacted, redacted!
join me down below...
I'll give you history,
it will set everything aglow.
What more?
**** more.
Questions?
redacted; for your own security.
Not Goliath,
not even Iago... wait, that may be whom you cast!
Laughter man, so much laughter,
I grow darker;
a product of your mind; that's just a reminder.
Had I plotted, had I connived,
had I been...
trolling gutters,
sexing the populace,
setting parties to war?
You gave me the part,
and the act was in pantomime...
improbable for paralysis
severed spine,
redacted, redacted, redacted.
You set loose scenarios,
and now I willingly oblige...
I'll take my bow,
and cunning smile.
Sep 9, 2010
Sep 9, 2010 at 6:19 PM UTC
numbers and cost crunching figures
she stood quietly calculating shelf spaces
calorie content
fat overdrive, taste sensation
and slowly but surely automatic fingers
ticked off the cents and savings
and chocolate biscuit treats.
pushing her trolley to checkout
she knew well
where indulgence took over sacrifice
where synthetic fizz was tastier
than real fruit syrup
and how supermarket shelves
connived with the devil.
home again
she balanced the books well
served plentiful dinners
kept the *** boiling
kicked *** out of roast lamb leftovers
yet chalked up a secret piggy bank
empire in a biscuit tin under the couch.
Author Notes
ordinary people? think again.
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, 2 months ago
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 6:58 PM UTC
Sombre loneliness in the abyss of power
Where selfishness begets solitude,
In which the powerful ones that be
Eminently hang alone self-ostracized
In a high catacomb of democracy
From which is connived the foul whims
Of dictatorship, the sole protégé
Of deliberate exclusion, rendering mankind
To beautiful menace of powerlessness
A pedestal on which civilsations of Africa
Substantially dangle in a stand.
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 4:22 AM UTC
The anguish of the past won't hurt now.
As hope trickles, it tingles down the spine.
And the stars who connived would ask how...
Pain is no more - for no longer do I pine.
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 12:40 PM UTC
*Was lovingly stolen, branded as a belonging,
pried open for the jewel, love hidden inside,
made to dance to a haunting tune whistled
that melted the inner being, All done by you
I just connived with my captor though.But now,
woken from the dream, I find there aren't two,
Love made us complete, with all its hues*
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 2:36 PM UTC
Blurred, steely moon came
'fore twelve midnight...strong wind blew
Between moon and me...
Chilly silence cloaked
A long sleepless night......as hushed
Night creatures connived
No dogs barked, or howled
No cats growled, or called their mates
Frogs didn't dare croak
Silhouettes swayed on
Big shadows cowered.........wind, sang
Its weird lullaby
Stilled moon stayed put.......as
Dark indigo firmament
P a t i e n t l y watched................while
Earth moved...............tides, ebbed...flowed
Time passed..........moon ceded.........then came
............................Fiery Orb............at dawn.
(3/1/16---12:46 AM)
Sally
Copyright April 5, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 3:47 AM UTC
You lied me,
connived me,
cheated and betrayed me.
I shed one tear for you last night.
and that's because i was on my period.
Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 8:34 PM UTC
On starry nights,
i think of the comets and meteors
that graced the starlit skies of past nights,
of falling stars i chased, as i uttered my wishes
before they disappeared at the far end
and somewhere out there....exploded
all these...were mine...they used to be mine
to hear you say, i was your rainbow...was divine
i was your sun, your source of light,
your moon...your accompanying glow at night...
.............you said..................
day or night, it wouldn't matter...
nothing could shield my glitter
we were bound by long strings of glowers,
ties.....that could never be severed
for, i.....was your universe.
yet....the moon, the sea and the tides,
the wind and the rain.....all connived,
all decided: for now, things musn't jibe
all worked together...to create space
all made the earth move, on a different pace.
we used to be rich with all the things,
.....suddenly, we ran out of everything.
our world...slowly crumbled
our paths followed suit, and swerved
yes, we were clearly breathing
but, WE....had stopped existing,
promises, declarations, then uttered,
became platitudes...stale, and dead.
i am now,
my own Universe.
Sally
© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
June 3, 2016
Aug 10, 2019
Aug 10, 2019 at 10:49 PM UTC
1_ THEY CLEARED THEIR CONSCIENCE !
They were so hard, those years supposed
To be the sweetest in my life,
The early childhood that composed
The period void of care and strife.
I drudged to earn the bread l ate
With no one round to love or teach,
A poor girl that men would await
To find a chance to leap and reach.
All people gathered to destroy
That stupid girl that was too young.
They offered me a little toy,
And l connived what they had wrung.
The toy is still with me till now.
It is so dear, an old friend.
It cleared their conscience to endow
And lead my life to this foul end.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
_____________________________________
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 4:55 AM UTC
As thoughts of her face swim through my eyes, the silent echoes of lust sneak into my mind leaving behind sweetness on my lips. Her scent creeps up to slowly remind me of the touch that once was. I've witnessed a beauty I can't describe. One that speaks to my soul. True beauty is rare but it lies within her. Strong and yet so calm is the unmistakable passion of desire in her eyes. I had never seen eyes so bright neither had I heard laughter so thrilling; never smelt happiness so genuine neither had I felt hands so soothing. It was as if nature had connived with it's elements to birth a living fantasy and she was that living fantasy...
-Jay
Dec 2, 2019
Dec 2, 2019 at 5:53 PM UTC
My title is “POTUS” and America’s great.
My pardoning power can change people’s fate.
I commuted the sentence of a granny in jail
Who’d been locked up for years for a busted drug sale.
I Pardoned Jack Johnson long after he’d died,
for his crime of having a white girl on the side.
Dinesh D’Souza was an interesting case;
He defied crooked Hillary -who put him in his place.
His “Get out of Jail” card I granted with glee.
Perhaps his next movie will be about me.
I pardoned a sailor who’d fallen from grace;
He worked in a Sub and took films of the place.
I forgave Joe Arpaio and relieved his distress
at having a jail cell as his forward address.
It’s True Scooter Libby was technically free;
His sentence commuted by my peer “43”.
Now Scooter’s pardoned; absolved of his crime.
It was worth it to hear liberal Democrats whine.
It’s been said that with Russians I basely connived
to secure my election to become “45”.
If Mueller should dig up some dirt on my “crime”
I’ll just pardon myself and thank him for his time.
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 8:40 AM UTC