"dupe" poems
The left of center
are in north bound throes of a dupe
and can't begin to forecast this wonder of polluted marvel,
in the morrow
my optics discharged in a catastrophic traversal
While whimsy and accidental feels like I've taken pills
a power rain this sobbing has spilled
No longer to be contained based on sheer will
Attacked by neurotic transcending
While sifting through files and photo stacks
Came across multiples of your smiling face
From when I shot you, a couple hundred miles back
No one would dare debase the abundance of your emitted grace
Bloodshot mist eyed and blind from tears
control lost during transport steer
Drips off my cheek pouring down my chest
Could make great sense to don a life vest
Filling up floorboards like a spraying firehose
Shattering cascades diamondize the windows
A single glance at an image turns farmland into rural seaquake
If they interview my lifeless corpse what a headline this will make,
turning tragedy into a foolish mistake
people will curse and laugh
Paved over roads now films unseen
when dusk fuse night from the weep my eyes dispensed
Elements effected by incidents
Rising waves climb over to decimate interstate 65
All over a tiny tear drop and her sweet smiling photograph
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 8:01 PM UTC
Pour us more Palm-wine!
Said the groom as he stood
Mama sodiq, you sell the best Palm-wine in this village
Palm-wine! Palm-wine!!
Poured into the cup of my consciousness,
As I move through today, I call on you to give me
Thy guide as I dive into the storm of weaving waters
Ever since that day, blessed by the gods
When I met my Ajoke, at the òdún ìgęsún night
Adorn greatly with sweaty shaking breeded waist
Of the Omidans of our village
Bimpe! Kunle's resting stool,
The little mouse àlonpé from the village of Alarape,
With the help of mope, yours is not the matter of kowope.
Your intellect surpasses that of wole the head of the palace gaurds
Moving from one palm tree to another
Just to get my message to ajoke
Bode ògbójú ode
A rare friend whose great guns of words
Fired down enemies standing as storms
I pray you find true love with Dupe
Iya olu, thy words are divine
The milk of experience through which my suckle lips
Drill out knowledge from thy breast helping me
To solve the puzzles of life
I pray you live long to see thy grand child......
Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 10:29 PM UTC
there's a crazzzy devil
in
the white house
twisting our nation
into a denizens den
a tub of **** in a suit
ascending ***** matter
in
a clogged toilet
a black plague
we have a president with the attention span
of sea clams
an emotional ******* drip of impetuosity
a spiraling fit of rage
a snarling delusional dog
narcissist in a warping mirror
a pathetic complainer
a cyst on the body politic
clot
open sore
seething pustule
piggish **** lover
gangsters dupe
fascist wana be
heil heil
god your a pile
making Russia great again
licking Vlad's *****
protecting your assets no doubt
and hissing tweets
at war with with only everything
and figments of a disturbed imagination
a real windmill killer
his mouth
the devils mark
a yapping compulsive lier
forked tongued fury
possessed to a fault
by the vainglories
of money and ego out of bounds
the biggest and the best
at being
the very worst and a pest
grand royalty of ridicule
*****
a ham ****** cartoon nightmare
and clumsy stumbling bore
a seething volcano of perpetual excrement
reading from the book of chaos
aberrations of enemies
a war room president
at war with his own citizens
huddled in a panic chamber
burns and cuts himself
with his own hot sharp words
as there thrown back at him
a bully getting bullied
a ripper getting ripped
the brains of a lizards eyelid
in a shadeless socket
pulp hearted orangutan
menace to society
his mottled soul
like a black sun
on the verge
of a black hole
a hell mill of decrepitude
a dark creep creeping
tarnishing our beautiful country
lights dim
America
there's a devil
in the white house
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 5:00 PM UTC
As the wind speed of mind increases, he loses weight
sees the clouds ethereal nearer and crowd in which
he too jostled like an imbecile, becoming far off dots
selfishness, greed, jealousy,pride, lust , avarice and violence
self-pity masquerading as love, all this still tie them down
some among them fornicate words, turn them in to ******
this happens for ages, but none has the power to stop the rot,
look at those mindless wonders that dance in **** we watch
in horror but pretend as if we are delighted, to keep the peers gleeful.
Don't you want a journey of your own through inner landscape
no more be a kite,begging for the mercy of those who pull the string
who fake ******* think something and pretend contrary to it, dupe.
"I am sky bound, levitate, a cloud heavy with sadness,still buoyant,
I would rain,when feel drained, assume the white cloak of purity.
I am the earth and fire,wind and water, limitlessness of the space"
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 11:29 AM UTC
You never cease to surprise me
I'm always entertained
And through your constant shock value
You always slip away
See, what's mine is what I keep
It never leaves my sight
But in a moment of pure surprise
In a manner so mild, so trite
You break my expectations
You twist away from me
This is the longest I've kept pursuit
This is how pursuit should be!
Craving, chasing, courting
Salivating when victory draws near
Elusive, evading, ensnaring
An exquisite prey of no fear.
This is a game!
This is how life should be!
And the best of the best is that
No-one's playing but me!
You don't see the board
But I see every piece
And yet you lead me and dupe me
In a game never to cease.
Oh that I could continue forever
With you, I'd never tire
And you'd work me down to bones
And I'd beg you, "Take me higher"
May you never lose your shock value
You're never what I expect
And I'll forever be infatuated
With your difference from the rest.
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 8:20 PM UTC
I wrote something that I did not mean
When I write that, I feel it’s unseen
In real, I make someone else’s thought mine
Publicize it and leave others to opine
These actually are one liner’s lifted from popular text
I dissemble and exude that I take my life at best
I am the ideal of all humans in my words
For similar situation in real, I am truly reverse
My online life is most beautiful on earth
Whereas offline, I am rehashing in vain to cover up dearth
My posts are full of inspiration and energy
If you meet me in real I am full of lethargy
Why dupe to be a connoisseur and be a commonplace
At least quote the source, give true author some space
Be eclectic and original in expression
Write such that it’s never been done
Bharti
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 6:03 AM UTC
I often wonder how anyone
Can scam other people and call it fun.
How can someone dupe others and be
Content with causing adversity?
What is it about them that makes
Scammers act like cold-hearted snakes?
They hiss, "Honesty be ******
How would they like it if they were being scammed?
Like hungry snakes they lie in wait
Until their prey land on their "plate."
They spring as soon as their targets come near,
Before the poor victims can even show fear.
Failing to notice the forms of disguise,
The unwary victims are caught by surprise.
It doesn’t matter how victims feel
Since the snakes’ focus is their next meal.
Scammers and snakes are slimy; that’s true.
But maybe we shouldn't equate the two.
Perhaps it's an insult to snakes to maintain
That they and scammers are in the same vein.
Having no conscience, scammers are ****
Their minds are selfish; their hearts are numb.
They do not care which rules they subvert;
They couldn't care less if people get hurt.
If I believed in hell, I would say
That that’s where scammers deserve to stay,
Though fire and brimstone and all that stuff
Would NOT be punishment enough.
-by Bob B (1-11-22)
Jan 11, 2022
Jan 11, 2022 at 10:46 AM UTC
Don't trust your beauty
After a fire you can say i am ugly
Don't trust your power
After a paralysis you can say i am weak
Don't trust your money
After a theft you can say i am poor
Don't trust your knowledge
After a conference you can say i am ordinary
Don't trust them fake sincerity you can say i am dupe
Graves showed something to me
These are dead people ...
Finally i understood
Don't trust to world because
Life is a big lie
When you closed your eyes
You can say a big WHY !!!
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 10:26 AM UTC
A few words need to be said about the level playing field
and the relative benefits to those concerned it does yield.
If those who are in authority are not impartial in their ways
the effect of this is reflected back to all no matter who plays.
There are however some exceptions to the rule
regardless of what we have all learnt at school.
Whether it be sport, business, industry, research or education
the level playing field applies to each and every situation.
When certain people are prejudiced towards one person or group
and show too much favor for one party then the other they’ll dupe.
This practice is known to be a form of much corruption and deceit
and should be recognized by all those ***** in the grip of receipt.
_______________________________________________
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 10:23 AM UTC
The president loves to carry on
About his gut and how it guides him.
How can anybody believe
A word of all of his nonsense besides him?
His gut encourages him to lie
And do it while he keeps a straight face.
It helps him create far-fetched stories
To dupe and galvanize his base.
His gut is great at seeking out
The shiftiest autocrats around,
So he can make America
His autocratic proving ground.
It's also very good at distracting
The country from what is REALLY going on--
At how to attract his servile lackeys
While he plays the role of the don.
It helps him to be great at knowing
How to pander to various groups
Such as evangelicals
Who kiss his you-know-what. Oops!
His gut tells him that scientists
Are full of baloney when they proclaim
That global warming is a threat
And humankind is largely to blame.
His gut says illegal voting
Is rampant. Doesn't he find it odd
That experts have found no proof at all
Of widespread voter fraud?
His gut says he hires the best people.
That makes him SO excited.
But how many have left their jobs?
How many have been indicted?
His gut said that he could pay money
To silence affairs and get away with it.
Did his gut let him know
Whether his wife would be okay with it?
His gut tells him that as the leader
He can do what he desires,
Which must include collusion, obstruction
Of justice, and calling dissenters liars.
Yes, I agree: gut feeling
Can be useful at times, BUT
Why can't the president
Start using reason and NOT his gut?
-by Bob B (11-30-18)
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 1:15 PM UTC
The conservative element in DC
Has something else as priority.
It sure is not you, nor is it me.
It’s a much more powerful constituency:
Those who pull strings do not care
Unless you are a multi-millionaire
And contribute to their greedy cause
Like some kind of Santa Claus.
They keep on doing what they’re doing
******** who they were ********
I would explain it all if I could
But sometimes words do no good.
Behind all the gobbledy ****
Someone is not playing by the book.
Winning with lies is what they are trying
To make the true facts look like lying.
They keep you so confused that you
You believe what they want you to,
So you won’t see behind their wiles
To bring their larcenous ***** to trial.
Dignifying public rumors of buggery
You look away from skullduggery.
A few insignificant happenstances
Eclipse treasonous circumstances.
You ***** about gays and abortion
While conservatives commit extortion
And persecution in Jesus’ name.
To them it’s all a ratings game.
If you don’t care what people feel
You lose all track of what is real.
You turn into a tool for deception;
A dupe of sleight-of-hand misdirection.
As long as things are as they are
We’ll get run over by the clown car
Which is the Congress currently seated.
And as long as they remain undefeated
The rules will leave the deck stacked.
Nobody in DC will have our backs.
Why should they care about our whim
When the way it is benefits them?
We need one item, one bill rules
Or we end up the same beaten fools.
We need campaign funding to be equal
Or each election becomes a sequel
To what happened with Gore and Bush
When backdoor politics bit us in the ****
The only way change will ever come around
Is to take the loopholes from these clowns.
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 11:07 PM UTC
Falling for hyper-fit gym rats.
Salivating over straight guys
Dating guys who never once
Looked me right in the eyes.
Much too easy to be picked up,
It’s almost like they know I am
The perfect dupe for one-night stands;
The sucker for the guys that scam.
I’ve had my wallet lifted once
My car stolen one time, too.
I have lots of phone numbers
Nobody is connected to.
I laughed at all their jokes and
I bought all of the drinks,
And never once did he seem
To want to know what I think.
It was all so very mellow, then.
I told him my name when we met.
But within a half hour after that
He forgot it, I would place a bet.
He never introduced me to
Any of the guys who said hi.
There might be other reasons
But I think he forgot is why.
Once I thought my problem was
That I was being much so easy.
That good guys weren’t attracted
To someone that was too ******
But age and wisdom taught me
Being needy is dating poison.
So, I’m slowly but surely learning
An extremely humiliating lesson.
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 12:10 AM UTC
a dupe wasp
settles on an orchid,
singing sweet somethings,
melodies that shiver the stem--
tremor, knees.
i'm sure she feels the samethings.
curling toes, and antennae
afterwards, the plumes of her pollen smoke
and a giggle,
beat faster wings!
it is good to find pleasure in the little things.
Jun 27, 2010
Jun 27, 2010 at 2:20 AM UTC
Izvini za moje manice,
ali ti si taj koji je proš'o granice.
Od moje sise po moje dupe,
Jel moje telo bitnije od moje duše?
Dec 9, 2024
Dec 9, 2024 at 8:11 AM UTC
**the deity was a ******* up minor god**
**his band of fans saw not the faker ***
of a deceptive trait he did so show
some were blind to looking at the real bloke
others more insightful thought he a joke
true believers weren't indoctrinated
they knew shams could be invalidated
never did he possess the divine glow
why praise the charlatan's counterfeit guff
of it there would be a perennial bluff
his godhead image did dupe the unwise
for these disciples were so unsighted
of him they'd be lastingly blighted
a pretender until his very demise
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 7:58 PM UTC
For you I am a fool,
I am a dupe and never that cool;
We don’t have similarities,
Only differences and inconsistencies.
You’re like a book of Metaphors,
While I am just a little brochure;
Your mouth was full of idioms
While mine has Ironies and Personifications.
Despite that I offered you
A friendship which for me is true;
You just frown at me in disgust
Like I’m a nobody to trust.
You and I, we’re opposite
Two different ends that never meet;
The moments that we talk and chatter
Were the times we shared to attack each other.
I now accept that I’ve never been
A friend to you, just stupid and mean;
So forget the time you knew my name
Each shouldn’t be a friend to claim.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 3:46 PM UTC
Each day dawns as an unrehearsed
new act of a scene in the play of love,
that continues with you,
terribly shaking my heart,
though the plot thickens day by day,
when our silent love takes new turns,
who knows which way it goes---
Never did we speak one to one,
how could one, when it's an anathema
for a boy and a girl to hold hands in the open!
with you sitting there in your balcony,
a full bloom, nah, now a tempting ripe fruit,
as soon as you are back home after
the day's engagement, at school and piano class,
all eyes for me to come to your eyeshot.
I start to play exclusively for your balcony
from my front courtyard or backyard
as mom's movement and situation demands.
I do it in ways ingenious, I invent at the moment,
to capture your heart, I know what it wants
still in jitters, not knowing you approve or not,
signalling in that sign language you developed
to dupe our horde of relatives, already suspicious.
Every sunset see you and me silhouetted,
in eager expectation of seeing or showing
a boy's life here is only longing and yearning
don't know what results from this lesson of pain,
a punishing schedule,driven by hormone rush
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 7:56 AM UTC
O, the treachery of the mind!
The foolish heart, corrupted
And the haggard, unlucky soul
Whose bonds will not soon be broken
Made a *******
And a scapegoat
And a dupe
By the mischief of the trickster id
Fires of neglected love rekindled
The seeds of that merciless charlatan, hope
Spilled and scattered
Take root and abound at a breakneck pace
In the tenderest fabric of dreams
Yet bear
No
Fruit
Monstrous!
Heavy chains that drag in mud and clay
That will not loose their hold
No matter the struggle of the flesh and the bone
Who wear them
Deserted by reason
Now, bereft of the promise of another
A curse upon her face! her mouth! her body!
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 8:08 PM UTC
Kirui Frank junior is thankful to Eliot,
The founder of this vast site
The pioneer of hellopoetry
The mentor and mother of both young and old
Gents and ladies who know little
About the vast field of poetry
I'm specifically thankful
For in this site,
I met a mother....a lecturer who cares
She corrects me and advice me
She whips me when I mess repetitively
Name withheld for good reason
Here I met old friends who proved real
I thank you
Rao
Quinfinn
Pradip.
Amongst many
I met agemates who proved real
I love you
You are many
I can't mention all of you
I met young people who proved good writers
I am happy for all of you.
Save for two pirates
Who betrayed themselves by sending mails
To dupe us
I am also happy for them,
For we get to learn from you...
In all of the mentioned
I love to share to the world
The feelings of my happiness
In the poems you post
From love
To hate
To days journals
To short orature
To songs
To puns
To short composition
To historic poems
And others
I learn from every piece
I like every piece
In all I see the beginner,the pioneer,the one and only Eliot.
And this honest thankful note be granted
Someday I will donate something better
To show my concern and heartfelt love.
Thank you again.
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 11:55 PM UTC
Alone in the dark...
Hearing the dogs bark...
Searching for my fone...
Just remembered now you own...
Looked up the sky, no moon was in sight...
Aaah! its gona be a long night...
Light was gone, power was out...
Wondering when someones gonna come about...
Its almost midnight, and all is silent outside...
Creepy flashbacks seem to droop from inside...
Trying to focus on yesterday's drama...
Of what really put me through such a trauma...
Gathering the moments, I realized we broke...
Yes, we did! you blundered with your filthy joke...
Assuming it sounded cool within your friend group...
But what a **** you are now unrespected dupe...
©sim
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 5:39 PM UTC
I want to tell you this:
it is as though I care
to pierce to slice
have you see
my petrified indifference
flayed skin spread
but
I skewer myself
only
and you don’t notice
can’t notice
will not notice
couldn’t care
wouldn’t care
more
or less
and so I dupe myself
with my own baying
anger I *****
from gulping at scraps and feeling
fawning gratitude
for tidbits
I
am
your
dog
panting for whatever
is left
lapping it up
with slobbering tongue
nosing around
the floor where
I don’t belong but
where I allow myself
to be. I may
be your
dog
but I won’t
beg
anymore.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 1:53 PM UTC
{{<<::•::>>}}
Forget passing Judgement, in passing particularly.
You will be misled by your presumptions anyway.
This travesty on First Glance Judgement is a dupe on everyone, including You.
Not much remains natural in so called civilized society, you see.
What makes You think your natural instincts can't be fooled?
Are you deviated inside? ...don't lie now...could be why You just can't seem to feel at ease, comfortable...natural most of the time.
We all wear masks baby, not just at night... ALL the Time, honey, every single minute you go outside into the world, at the store, at your work, You wonder why You need a costume to survive, don't You Sweet One...Don't You???
Ask Yourself...Is that the way we need to be living??
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 6:24 PM UTC
tu nie stanie islam... nawet jako stańczyk,
na jednej nodze;
tu nie stanie islam... nie na tej glebie...
tu nie stanie islam;
poczekam: z pamięcią
zwana turk;
ja... ja! ja tu man pierw: rys! i prawo aby
tak było! czy nie! i by tak zostało dotrzymane!
tu islam powie: o kurwa... spierdalam!
tu mi islam tańcem może fiołfki w figle
zamienić...
tu! mi! ißlam! nie da ani jednego kolejnego
kroku!
tak... no tak... wpraszam w siebie
"nieczyste" i najbardziej czarne serce...
huj im w dupe! i ten lament kobiet
o warszawskich obyczajach -
sławne powiedzenie: jak kurwa warszawska...
po chodniku... tu it tam...
czy kurwa pingwin wtarł sie do twej pizdy?
no to co mi tu gawędzisz o:
ah... ale to dobry syryjczyk...
czy ja naprawde wyglądam
jak by to mnie, tak naprawde obchodziło?
spierdalaj! bo inaczej dam ci w ryja!
owszem, spytaj siostre Cologne...
sto-dwa i tym
namaluje ci: gwałt...
a wtedy powiesz sobie...
to mi sie... podoba?
mokra pizda? chyba tak! ha ha!
tu! ißlam! nie stanie nawet na jednej nodze!
nawet by to był tanieć à la pirouette
tu! mi! żaden dziń, kurwa, nie zatańczy!
smród pustynny, koci stolec, i ta
pierdolona mina wgrana w kontemplacie
genezy zaparcia.
- o! pats! mysleli ze ty niet gawari!
- no kurwa... psecies odkryli h'ameryke
w puszcze sardynek
na kresach!
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 6:53 PM UTC
clothe each self a dupe
unclear what we would portray
cling to our cur beasts
zoo of personalities
and never the funds to feed them
Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 3:01 AM UTC
You strive diggin’ up my attention,
Is it a bona fide or just wanna dupe around?
Til’ when you’ll bring that to a halt?
‘Turned out to be so awkward,
Spotting you somewhere,
Then have that guts and valor callin’ out my name.
You beamed at me as if others were indiscernible,
Then drop some line,
A sort of your usual approach.
A superhero branded to own self,
W/out your costume, said your zilch
‘And avowed to brawl those imminent risks.
Only just, uttered those words;
Yet ‘found out your soft spot
With that another lass.
‘Said you’re not like other typical chaps,
But own words were gobbled
So, I think it’ll be the last.
It’s unworkable as you are,
Conked out glass, so what now?
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(12/25/11 @xirlleelang)
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 2:40 AM UTC