Best Charade Poems
With silence weighed,
the moonlight fades
to play charade,
before it's found.
The moon on track,
folds into black,
then staggers back,
without a sound.
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12//8/14 ” Remember what peace there may be in silence.”
For Nette's Contest DESIDERATA
By Carrie Richards
Alas, there lingers deep within
a war that neither side can win
while the vanquished ran and hid
those triumphant forgot they did
and history, that lying vamp
would seat an angel with a tramp
so lives within the soul of men
an urge to fight the war again
for age and “wisdom” oft conspire
to reignite a flameless fire
a dream of victory’s charade
flag draped coffins on parade
John G. Lawless
©4/16/2022
There are two famous politicians who hold the stage,
they should be in this year New York's Halloween Parade
to attract huge crowds: they are stuttering Biden and hysterical Harris;
these two have shaped the theatrical perception of two charade clowns!
One is hideously scary, the other is theatrically funny,
America has become a battlefield, a nobody's land:
there's no impenetrable wall to protect this country;
no regard for police, no gun control to stop the blood!
It's a bad time for them to engage in a fierce battle,
this rampant pandemic doesn't discriminate;
who chooses to get the vaccine shot is saved,
who refuses it is someone to be alienated,
going home without a check and feeling miserable,
shouting their inalienable rights that aren't sacred
anymore; alas, they won't transform their fate!
Oh, turn off Fox News: it makes this house rattle!
"Cruel Charade of Love"
as sweet tender passion of inner soul affection
resurrects rare bloom of relationship to flame
the bitter taste of scorn stung deep beyond cold rejection
attempt to quench a yearning struggle embraced love's foolish game.
to cherish an abomination destroys root core emotion
for love was meant to infiltrate pure hearts
a flagrant masquerade evaporates in waves of ocean
inflicting scars and wounds from treachery false love imparts.
karma kicks the jester who trifles carelessly
pursuing to bamboozle throughout life vicariously.
*For Delilah's Dictionary Fun #1 Contest.
I feel the shadow of fear creeping down the dark hall
slipping noticed into the room - my eyes squinched tight
But I know that shadow even with my eyes closed don't I
It's bad intentions made known with the smell of beer
in my nostrils.
oh god, oh god, oh god
Holding still under covers
praying to a god that's nowhere around
don't get me, don't get me
my fear sucks all sound from the room
But not for long
I see the shadows of my sister dancing in the dark
the blue of the night light adds calming colors
making shadow creatures out of the dancers frenzied movements
yet doing nothing to mask the whimpered sound
of dying innocence
Just how many times can innocence die?
I lay frozen with fear and self hatred
I mean why couldn't I just sneak up and beat my father
to death with my baton underneath the bed?
I wish I was brave enough to smash his face bloody
why can't I?
Cause daddy's stronger than god!!
I'm no savior, just a little girl with the world
and my sister's innocence on my shoulders
I disgust myself lying frozen
while the abuse goes on and on
Till a minute seems like hours
I clap my hands over my ears
pretending this is not my life
no, no, no, this can't be my life
Please God, just let me die
Waiting until the shadow slips down the hall
back to hell and my mother -
who's earned the title of Mama the blind
and not for nothing either
I disappear into the nothing I've become
and will spend my entire life perfecting
wearing my mask of a happy girl
ha ha Charade you are
Its wet and drear in London dear, the pomp in on full trope
Though hope is gone, not dead for Jesus is the only hope!
Its foolish to trust in others; dopes.' In robes and words
In fear and force, its hackneyed ethos, solid dross of course
One hundred mill, so bums can sit.' and ears listen to
Waffle and some titter, and scraps and traps such slippery
Tounges we'll no doubt hear, yet will we sum? A throne of
Gold in a nation sold, to the w e f, just same old same old.'
The crowds are thin, not much the din' dis-enchantment is
Setting in.' geriatrics in phylactics gather and throng how
Can such traversitys continue on? Food in piles is stored
Away, as childen are hungered, its the British way.' Some
Vassels also, it seems agree although; their people need
To be set free.! Free to thrive to grow and prosper, yet to no
Reason i now return, to the parody of vanitys and a useless
Crown ' thats just the head though, i'll make this clear on
A British day of pomp and drear, might he take a little trip?
Before the throne..As ascends he it.' Twould be indicative of
The wider nation, that needs a real King not this Abberation.'
When we first met, I was happy as can be
I thought we’d stay together til’ the end
As the years went by I’m in total misery
When we first met, I was happy as can be
I’m stuck in a charade and I don’t feel free
In a blasé union our hearts no longer blend
When we first met, I was happy as can be
I thought we’d stay together til’ the end
Alexis Y.
10/03/2020
Hate begets hate,
Fatality it’s sure fate,
The belly of the sated,
Churned by hatred,
The lame marching in defiance,
Gossips in one alliance,
The mute raise their voices in harmony,
As partakers in the ceremony,
Eavesdropping was the pastime of the deaf,
Whistling amused the children with lip and palate cleft,
The blind bystanders look in awe,
Stunned by the things they saw,
Acid bath victim ignored by the law,
Hides behind layers of make up in an effort to conceal her flaw,
Nuns soliciting on the avenues,
Parading as women of easy virtue,
Best friends maintain strangle holds on each other’s throats,
While arch enemies raise glasses to toast,
Sterile men make a show of their genitalia,
Putting post menopausal octogenarians in lustful hysteria,
Making boast of their sexual prowess while puffed up with self importance,
Despite their impotence.
Through
the
looking
glass
I did
stare
a surrreal
scene
I do
declare
this
orwellian
wonderland
met
my eyes
hedonistic
affectation
here
and
there
everywhere
pernicious
correctness
in
masquerade
pose
equity
dressed
with
emperor's
clothes
A man's lying words had betrayed
his happy marriage a charade
so many words unspoken
With her smile, his wife's love had fade
a once faithful husband had strayed
a bond had been broken
April 17, 2012
for Tail Rhyme Time (Black Eyed Susan)
Neurotic nauseas stomach knots of graceful plastic smiles
Finally expose themselves in feathered melodious stretches
And drip salty satisfaction among depraved spectators.
Dumb charade was a riot,
they laughed as he could not get,
what she pointed with fret,
he made errors,
as she shouted in clamour,
time was running out fast,
they were trying hard,
and could get object at last,
I was watching all of them,
and was also laughing ahem,
a thought struck me there and then,
look at the hundreds of deaf and dumb,
who play this game with so much elan,
without any mirth and plan,
evrybody lets them gesticulate and flap,
but nobody come forward to clap.
It happens to be that we all perceive
in a grand allegiance never brought into question
as though the clocks have been frozen
giving us all tock subtracted from tick
and Change the poster child has a gun to its head
in the hand of an empty headed juvenile
a caricature with an imagined context
an exfoliated ideology digging its own grave
shouting all the patented paternal virtues
pulling the dirt over its face with a shiny shovel
compulsively polished to a mirror sheen
reflecting no basis in fact whatsoever
no penalty whatsoever for failed interpretation
existence itself an abstraction of the mind
and its endlessly wagging untrue tongue
if anything an inconsistent flightless avian
the suffocating confinement we call tradition
trapped in a charade that cannot be spoken of
by a silent and entirely unanticipated mule kick
applied with a certain malevolent degree of purpose
grinning like it was an intimate family joke
bred enough mistrust to set a house on fire
spending the rest of my life playing with matches
wondering what the state of all states might be
trying not to confuse supposition with detection
with the unseen mystery rope pulled taut
according to chronically uncertain eye witnesses
but role playing is encouraged for this farce
as is a tighter antipathy to deviance
blurring the lines on the road to certainty
with an unregulated quantity of rectitude
being that knowledge is the past long and short
unlike a world where the new is actually new
They stand in rows of silent glory,
awaiting accord's humble return.
Absent are words from the soldier's story.
As for their homes,they often yearn.
Along the lines of thunder and death,
a mission takes them to the hills.
From the moment they draw their last breaths,
sustenance of life receives its will.
Within the ground with their eyes on sites,
their nights are held restless from fear.
They choke on memories blossomed with pride,
holding pictures blemished with repine's tears.
Distortions of light which make for the day
marches them to a desolate place.
Amidst the madness they sha'n't lose their way
while eyes rove for hint of a malign face.
Lost in righteousness they sit and mourn
as the days schlep on for a cause.
Their vestures of wounds are ripped and torn
while the hot wind pierces their flaws.
I have a good charade
I can make a step from a stumble
No need to be afraid
Here in the human jungle
When you’ve a good charade
If you’ve a good charade
The tigers will not pounce on you
If you’re camouflaged
The gorillas will not pound on you
If they think you’re a god
You know, a good charade
I have a good charade
I can make a scream sound musical
Learning to make the grade
Here in the giant cubicle
It’s all a good charade
A really good charade
The paperweight is a pacemaker
The conference call, traffic for drugs
The copier is life-support
Lord, let me never be unplugged
And never let them debug
My sweet charade
It’d be a pity to debug
Such a good charade.