"hoodwink" poems
VI
No.
These books lie.
These words and these voices and
These photographs
Hoodwink us into thinking
Titanic is really gone.
No.
It was the Olympic, dear
Baby girl Titanic is still out there
Twanging lovely cello notes
And drifting with smooth propellers.
No.
Adrift like a ghost
Is she…
**** those photographs
They feel so untrue, because in my heart
I was there
I am there.
So I am drowned?
I am facedown in the water
Gasping for a breath my
Body cannot take?
I am dead?
NO.
My boy is still alive
I am still holding his hand deep
In the sea
Blue blue ocean
If lovely girl, Titanic, has broken
I am broken too.
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 2:25 PM UTC
Song of the Soldiers
What of the faith and fire within us
Men who march away
Ere the barn-cocks say
Night is growing gray,
To hazards whence no tears can win us;
What of the faith and fire within us
Men who march away!
Is it a purblind prank, O think you,
Friend with the musing eye
Who watch us stepping by,
With doubt and dolorous sigh?
Can much pondering so hoodwink you?
Is it a purblind prank, O think you,
Friend with the musing eye?
Nay. We see well what we are doing,
Though some may not see—
Dalliers as they be—
England’s need are we;
Her distress would leave us rueing:
Nay. We well see what we are doing,
Though some may not see!
In our heart of hearts believing
Victory crowns the just,
And that braggarts must
Surely bite the dust,
Press we to the field ungrieving,
In our heart of hearts believing
Victory crowns the just.
Hence the faith and fire within us
Men who march away
Ere the barn-cocks say
Night is growing gray,
To hazards whence no tears can win us;
Hence the faith and fire within us
Men who march away.
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(a story in trochaic tetrameter)
Even a Prince must bend his knee
to the lass who has won his heart.
“Please be my bride, stay by my side
forever - tell me we shall wed.”
“My love and affections are yours,
they have never been better fed
- you are surely pleasures master,
with your rough hands and softer lips.”
“Then let us petition the clerk,
we can be wed in a fortnight!”
Sometimes love takes dismaying turns.
There are standards, some are double.
The future princess must be chaste.
The clerk asked, “Are you a ******
“Do you seek to entrap us, sir?”
The prince asked, his hand to dagger.
“We cannot hoodwink the law, sir.
It must be asked and answered.”
And so the clerk asked it again,
“Would you swear on your honor miss?”
“If I had a virgins honor,”
the possible, future princess said.
The high clerk sighed and sheathed his pen.
“Most honest and least virtuous
lady, the marriage cannot be.”
“So, then the law is strictly tied
to something lost in love’s first blush?”
she asked, with no show of dismay.
“My actions follow the law, miss.”
If the clerk sounded bored, he was.
The prince, however, was outraged.
and on the verge of a salvo.
The clerk feared a soliloquy.
To stall the coming storm, the clerk
said, “I believe you KNOW the King?”
“He’s my father!” The prince revealed,
to no one’s shock or great surprise.
“The King, the law - the law, the King?”
The clerk's finger turned like a wheel.
Somewhere deep in princes mind
a dim bulb lit. “To the Castle!”
The clerk smiled wryly at the lass,
who shrugged back. Love would find a way.
Jul 16, 2023
Jul 16, 2023 at 10:03 AM UTC
I met an illusionist
Deceived by his tricks
watch him clearing the mist
A theater where audience
was enticed.
Dexterous wand in his hand
A real métier with
a craft of magic,
welcome to his land.
Then I roused from a spell
Reasonably au fait with such hoodwink
I can see myself sinking
in a blink.
-A
8/17/14
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 11:31 PM UTC
Maybe it's a mistake to force my heart to love again
that's why I looked up this number long after it was washed in the drain
Romance is the state of a little child rejecting its mother
for when you've truly loved you easily forget her faults rather...
I remember how badly I regretted loving without gain
but the need of the Heart's forced me to return to the olden, insane
**I still have hope beyond measure
Someday you'll hand me the treasure
I hold my peace with you**
*Just know am not parting with you
Neither am I contending against you
Because you're deep inside my heart
Let me sort myself out*
Maybe you'll love me above my grave whilst I have no breath
When your feelings aren't respected!
I despise myself, believing I ain't of your worth...
better blind eyes than the events am witnessing
you've permitted the whites of my eyes to pour rivers of tears
I mean, I wish you understood the feelings of love
torture the heart but still don't tire
I'm not loved, that is obviously clear to me but am not content
for tomorrow I'll hoodwink my heart
"You're cherished and just being tested..."
Am teeth but I think myself toothless
True, that Love's a wound in the heart
**I still have hope beyond measure
Someday you'll hand me the treasure
I hold my peace with you**
*But know I ain't parting with you
Neither am I contending against you
Because you're deep inside my heart
Let me sort myself out*
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 5:24 PM UTC
Hallucinating mirage
Ready to Cage,
Your trust,
With fake image....
Fire in the fireflies
Beaten by
the glimmering
confidence in the lies....
Before you blink
They will hoodwink
Leaving you to sink
Doing this without shrink...
Such a liar,
Conspirer & ******
Nothing else but
A Venomous Viper.....
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 2:37 AM UTC
As the spiders and lizards crawl tonight
Above my headache and heartache
Tight
Who is wrong or right black cats also bite
And snakes compromised swallow ofdeath strike
I feel alone and a spirit close holding a loudpipe
Window pains and windpipe and turning point site
Without a fight i am happy oppressing cryptic tonight
Why must I Sit down In shame feeling denied
Waiting for rain and storms maybe sun shining bright
A new gunshot herd and death pole
Surprise
Hear the airplane wings flight sound delight
Left-hand or right hand pilot hope the have sprite
One day too much is happening out of data gigabytes
You will miss me when i am gone promises I might
I may just lose you on another website's
I will rise in this life to brand new heights
Premeditated the hoodwink eye and earning strips
Sitting on the porch with ideas to write
I can be afraid of my talent to shine bright ad a light
I am no worries about race wars black or white
Already all seven continents have told to unite
You lost in the forest take a hike
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 10:36 PM UTC
a still waterfront,
below, plankton hoodwink whales;
each a world unique!
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 4:13 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
We’ve become a nation
That refuses to think
They pass us poisoned Kool Aid
And we can’t wait to drink
We’re gullible enough
To go for the hoodwink
If there’s a ***** in our armor
It’s that we’re missing a vital link
Promise them anything
But they’re gonna get Arpege
Just like that old
Perfume commercial says
We’ve been sold a dream
By those running for prez
Tell me who out there
Right now could use a Pez
No one ever asks
How are they gonna deliver
Before they buy that bridge
Over the Hudson River
Some say they’re flexible
Do they mean Indian giver
Or maybe they just suffer from
Cirrhosis of the liver
Have we become so desperate
That we’ll go for anything
No matter what concoction
Snake oil salesmen bring
One wants to be the president
The other probably king
But we’ll know bye and bye
Once the fat lady gets to sing
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2016. All rights reserved.
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 9:25 PM UTC
in yellow
& pink
her benignity
wink in
cheery pit
rain there
she hoodwink
and hem
this dress
that cognate
her trim
line figure
again with
lips that
sync in
3D graphic
feature pic
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 7:46 AM UTC
We were indefinite
moments
We were habits
built and snapped
promises made and snuffed
We were village idiots
nocturnal cretins running
stop signs and red lights
and bounding a hundred miles an hour
down empty highways
at three o’clock in the morning
chattering and chortling
and secretly feeling
at each other’s hearts
trying to hoodwink the universe
into believing
even for a moment
that we were more
than just a flock of sleepless kids
searching for unattainable
meaning
Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 4:18 PM UTC
Bamboozle
Con
Hoax
Hoodwink
Delude. Deceive
Snooker
Mislead
Fake. Out
Dupe. Fool
String Along
Spoof Trick
Bluff. Burn
Jaded souls will concede
An Ex-lover cannot be believed
A dagger to the heart, To the core
Blow by Blow, keeping score
No middle ground in Sight
When both demand to be right
If you’re nursing a break up,
take the time to listen to these classics songs
Inspired songs
1) go your own way 1977
By Fleetwood Mac
2) she’s gone 1973
By Daryl Hall and John Oates
3) band of Gold 1970
By Freda Payne
4) sorry seems to be the hardest word
By Elton John 1976
5) how can you mend a broken heart?
By Al Green 1972
6) tracks of my tears 1965
By Smokey Robinson and the miracles
7) I Fall to Pieces 1960
By Patsy Cline
8) tears of a clown 1967
Smokey Robinson in the miracles
Mar 14, 2025
Mar 14, 2025 at 3:55 AM UTC
In the eyes of the eyes of the man that I am, created by chance but that wasn't the plan, in the eyes that see life when support is switched off,
John Doe carries on,
where wrong's the new right and the night becomes day and the devils that hoodwink begin their final play and the sky's inside out where the clouds are below and the time reaches zero for me and John Doe.
I begin the new chapter when the laughter dies down and the maids of the forest move back to the town
where the mayor casts a challenge to all who will hear, it is the eyes of the eyes in the man that I fear.
No God makes a sin for the son he will lose and no son of mine would I choose for that task,
I ask for more always seeking the less and give blessing to poor men who if I confess are all me and where destiny wings me it sings me to sleep in the eyes of the eyes of the man.
The monitor blinks and I think
God's winking at me,
it's a quarter to three and he or she
should not tease me like this.
I lay a kiss on the cross
the vicars loss
my gain
and switch off
the pain.
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 8:24 PM UTC
I can't undo anything
I can't un-ring the bell now
I can't mould how I feel now
I feel it with all my soul
And all my energy
I can't push it in now
They appreciably increase somehow
The circumstance don't explain
How I feel
But now I just sense every bit of it
And it is coincided with every cell inside me
Maybe they are echt
Maybe they just fill the void
But I can't let them go now
I can't unring the bell now
And never will I be able to,
Understand when they erupted and how?
The eruption has penetrated deep concern
And care for you
And now I can't **** it out
The oblivion distance slides in
We try to hoodwink the distance
With the long expressed concern and love
But now it just won't work
Now distant
Might be away someday
But the feelings,
They won't fade away.
They'll stay
And it is happy that way
I can't undo anything now
Feelings are so strong
The question is why and how?
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 7:16 AM UTC
Faded pictures ,faded thoughts on happiness,
I know I loved you surreptitiously,without a doubt
I clung to your soul and hung on to you like a coat.
But then a silly,fleeting moment of pure selfishness and untamed banter
I led myself astray and engaged my speech in fanciful flirtations
another man entertaining my eyes with deceivingly mild words
And you saw them,read them absorbed them,
in my shame i cowered and took cover under my own defense!
I tried to hoodwink being caught by the long arm of pertinnent soul searching for true love.
you weeded me out ,in my bad and i cannot never apologise enough for the faults that are in me.
I can never in a single heart beat re unscar the people in your path i've burnt but I know i can from you ebb into a better woman.
Singing silent songs of redemption and understanding who we are I will place you on that pedestal called love because you are the king that occupies my heart.
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 10:16 AM UTC
The flowers you gave me turned to darts. So I took them in hand and proceeded to throw them at all your other lovers' hearts. Hit them I did, directly in the center. Steady bullseye. But they didn't die. Those wounded hearts turned to a pack of wolves and chased you into the nearest wood. It's there they devoured every last part of you -- your could, would, and should. Eaten up by your own pretty lies. A fitting way to say our final goodbyes. Fallacy was a refreshing pool you employed to hoodwink. And so we'll gladly spread your ashes over this drink.
Dec 27, 2019
Dec 27, 2019 at 5:31 PM UTC
Dire straits necessitated
yours truly to bethink
outside the box (literally outdoors
of squarish structured nested dwelling),
where blinding albedo effect
forced me to blink,
additionally also ruffled tail feathers
of this sole surviving male bobolink
(North American songbird,
Dolichonyx oryzivorus)
pushing survival species
to extinction brink,
thus series of unfortunate events
woke resident chewink
(North American bird,
Pipilo erythrophthalmus
also called: towhee
or ground-robin),
tweeted from within
his cozy armoire *****
polar vortex froze habitat,
whereby arctic wind found
brushy areas to clink
unwittingly brambles ferocious
waving circular rotation
wrought minuscule countersink
eh, no bigger than a cufflink
his ornate bejeweled complex edifice
compliments of sizable income
allowed, enabled, and provided
opportunity in tandem
with significant other
to create acronym named ****
(dual income without kid)
acquiring handsome combined income
rendering and selling stylized goldfinch
also known as distelfink
common motif in
hex signs and fraktur,
which interpretive native folk art
eye state meaningless
without rhyme nor reason,
superfluous gibberish by George,
and/or...well... courtesy
following more purposeless gobbledygook
defying poetaster to incorporate doublethink
intelligently nsync with downlink
playfully, jauntily, and deliberately
creating confounding badinage eyewink
at thee, no doubt many
an anonymous innocent
reader calling me ratfink
under their breath or more
colorful brutal appellation
inducing cheeks of unknown followers
turning fifty plus shades of firepink
moost definitely concurring gink
perfectly apropos description
concluded individually versus
collectively, quickly, and
unanimously i.e. (think) groupthink
I approve this entire message, which
most likely tinders pet peeve,
concluding GoDaddy liberally did hoodwink.
Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 7:55 PM UTC