"slyest" poems
Have you met the Who-Gee Boo-Gee Man?
He scammed fig leafs in the garden,
And **** cloth in Ottoman.
outside-in, inside-out; upside-down, right-side up
The Who-gee Boo-gee Man can cuss.
He offers snake oil, spins a tale,
So you feel smart, healthy and hale.
from top to bottom, bottom to top
The Who-gee Boo-gee Man can't stop.
He swrawls with a Sharpie pen.
right is left, left is wrong
That's the Who-Gee Boo-Gee song.
Consultation for now is free,
No hidden added extra fees:
You buy two, you get three.
north to south, east to west
The Who-Gee Boo-Gee Man won't rest.
I've heard his feet are cloven;
The eyes are yellow, lips look swollen;
He has two fingers, wears silk- woven.
He sweats like water to the lowest level;
He's quicker than the slyest devil,
Selling hell, but we hear heaven;
Doing so twenty-four seven.
He photo-shops secret desires,
Twists truth-tellers into liars;
Artful, wily, scheming, subtle,
The Who-Gee Boo-Gee's a hungry jackal.
*today is the day, yesterday's late,
tomorrow's a place that just won't wait*
I met up with the Who-Gee Boo-Gee Man,
Peddling apples from my jardain.
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 10:26 AM UTC
More white than the most beautiful
wedding dress. More delicate than the fairest
rose. More valuable than its weight in
gold. More necessary than
milk and bread. More precious than a brilliant
diamond. More useful than the
strongest man. More versatile than the
slyest fox.
Toilet paper: I love thee.
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 6:47 PM UTC
She is the slyest creature
ever whelped by wolf
or woman
A barking beast
small in stature
huge in heart
Face framed by fire
done up in fur
the friendliest constellation
in the night sky
one known to all
Hilda
She is coyote
on a good day
a wolf cub at play
a lover in the morning
noon
and night
A slight and feral hound
with ideas of her own
We found her
in the company of
a wizard.
Oh yes!
And he wove for us
a sweet spell of harmony
well mingled
with domestic peace.
Hilda was the incantation.
And the spell was strong.
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 12:27 AM UTC
Eyes of dull with rage to shed,
a hair displayed the crimson red.
Soul of stains like wine on bread,
remove the waste, recall the dead.
Vicious is as Vicious says,
a simple schiz without his meds.
Reptiles dwell where the climates dynamic
fakes only sunbathe and copy the tactic.
Delicious is dread which is born out of sin
such the slyest of styles and guile with grin.
Just remember the words of your elder and kin,
eggs are good for dinner but you're much to small for Dragons.
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 7:46 AM UTC
He made an expression he did not feel
And pretended he had no gashes to heal
For one of the three had to be sane
And pretend to not feel pain
He displayed emotions he did not know
He did not subject and went with the wind’s blow
He had plentiful to say
But he kept his judgments gray
The slyest are the most broken
The silent are the well spoken
He recognized it all too well
And so, his ego could not swell
The sun had set long ago
And the melancholy moon was the only glow
The only nimble of hope
The only entity keeping them on a durable rope
He was the only contestant left in fate’s game
And was the set aim
He had his cards lay out
Though even the wisest had their doubts
Would he live?
Would he thrive?
Or would he drive himself mad?
And give up faking to be not glad
They say you cannot change the past
Though he knew he would not last
If he were to dwell in his secrets long
He just needed to hear a song
The lullaby of a songbird would bring
The justice of a king
And the game of fate
Would soon be set straight
For it is the story we have all heard but never learnt
The one where friendly rivalry burnt
Two pits of gold
One bad, one bold
A path lit leads the way
Choose wrong and your loved ones shall pay
So choose your fate’s date
Tick tock, it’s getting late
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 4:36 PM UTC
You were fast moving
with the slyest amount of caution,
forward but I saw the hesitation.
I should’ve known from the moment you pressed your hand on my cheek.
That extra second you spent in your head
before you made your move.
The softest touch, so sincere.
Did you know what you were about to do?
How you’d make me
fall in love with every touch,
every look you made in my direction.
You fell too, but never
for more than a second.
I knew how to play the game,
you just knew how to play it better.
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 2:02 AM UTC
She’s talking through my dreams again
Always the same as she’s always been
Dressed in distress and decadence
Soaked in hate up to her lovely dress
My favorites threes since
My second, better death
Forever her eyes up to the sky
Above her head a broken halo shines
Infinite repeat so easily broken
And that’s when I hear the words
She’s finally spoken up to me
With the slyest grin
“I’ll cook your heart inside of mine
Drip into every atom of your mind”
As scared of her as I should’ve been
I could not resist and let her into
My broken arms, so full of sin
Caked with blood and my lasting regrets
My troubled world starts to crave pain
The dream begins and I enslave her
Scarred and beautiful as death in her skin
I behold her true but is it only… because I’m lost?
Or am I lonely?
Without a soul to bind me
I’d leave this place all behind and say goodbye
But where I fell is where I stay drained of will
And in my dreams she never fades away until
Opulence in impurities and confident insecurities
Have ravished her frame from days on end within
My fevered lust, which has come betrayed with truth
And lies, I turn to her “I love you still, but will let you loose
Upon this world as I’ve done before- never return to me
Anymore.”
But then, she returns again.
© 2014
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 6:24 AM UTC
if your a foster kid, you
know what being us can do, they
see the criminals on the news, and
treat you like your trouble too
its harsh being in foster care,
makes me want to pull my hair
to think that it is so unfair
living in the fosters' care
in the home I'm in, in foster
the parent treated me like an imposter
the lady said I'm off my rocker
because of my religion
and maybe I'm just being biased
but i think that lady was impious
so if i were to end this poem
you'd think i think i was the slyest
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 10:11 AM UTC