Poetry That Speaks Of Deception

A poem for the game players who haunt our planet and warp souls!

The Dapper Ones


An endless series of rendezvous take him away.
He absorbs greedily every bit of energy from those around.
He lives the game naturally and simply plays to play.
He makes the rules for each opponent to keep them bound.

With careful consideration his every word lures
His flawless manners reserved for those he has in site.
His dapper ways leaving eyes wide, vision blurred.
He says just enough to keep his snared bound up tight.

His collective, unknowing pawns are just something for him to do.
None know the depth of his deceptions.
His unyielding need to snag someone new.
His absolute refusal to accept any form of rejection.

He moves from mark to mark opening new doors to slip into.
Keeping his eyes fixed on the prize he seeks.
Never revealing his plans while telling everyone what to do.
He sees only what he wants, caring only for who he wishes to keep.

Moment by moment, his graceful presence becomes part of each day.
The web he weaves takes from the depth of the soul.
His manipulation complete as the target begs him to stay.
He dumps a part of him inside leaving us feeling less than whole.

Always on the move, he stops long enough to wrap himself up in you.
He carefully gives just enough to bind his life to yours.
He knows how far to push and when to tell you what to do.
He comes around less and less as he very quickly bores.

None the wiser we are baffled as he sets up his game.
His answers not quite good enough to remove growing doubt.
For despite his confidence he craves the moment his words tame.
Balking from you brings venom exaggerated as he attempts to get out.

His words, although carefully selected, sometimes go astray.
His stories do not make sense as his grip begins to let go.
You wonder how you ever trusted him when you see his true ways.
You seek to understand how it began and why you did not know.

Do not beat yourself up so much as he is a sly one.
His game tested and true for years before you fell into his traps.
Know that he will leave you alone when he is good and done.
Until then, do your best to keep your heart under tight wraps!

Written by Becky Jo Gibson © January 2006

Kevin...as always my pain muse

Emptiness

Speak out as you waste away, implode...Your ears take nothing in...Spoken words sometimes catch the truth...You create holes truth cannot resist...sin...Running your game becomes the only constant...Ripe prey helpless for lack of eyes that see...Warped by a charm free of anything real...Smiling as you pontificate emptiness...

Written by Becky Jo Gibson 5/2006 ©

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tnderhrt23 5 years ago

OHHHHH! InspiredHippy! That was intense, and right on the mark! Beware of wolf in sheep's clothing...they are made of steel wool! Great work!


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InspiredHippy 5 years ago from Old Town, California Author

Thanks...I write well what I know...LOL! I hope to see more of you. I'm going to check out your hubs now!

Peace and God Bless!

Becky Jo


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justom 5 years ago from 41042

Ouch!! Could you tell us how you really feel:D Nice work, Peace!! Tom


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tlpoague 5 years ago from USA

Terrific poems! I hope you had a wonderful Christmas and have a fun filled New Year. I still praying for you!


scriber1 5 years ago

Your words groan with the weight of wary weariness -- and bring clarity to a moving target. Be well.


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A.A. Zavala 5 years ago from Texas

Very potent, very succint. Soemtimes we know that we're getting ready for a fall, yet we continue to dance in the web. Thank you for sharing.


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poetvix 5 years ago from Gone from Texas but still in the south. Surrounded by God's country.

This was by far one of the best descriptions for the "cowboy Casanova" type I ever heard. And you presented it so well. Beautifully done.


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InspiredHippy 5 years ago from Old Town, California Author

Thank you all for your comments...time is soon coming when I can get back to writing full time! Keep coming back...Peace, Becky Jo


tasha 2 years ago

You should post hims cute up here. Tbats my favorite

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