Best Clandestine Poems
"Clandestine"
Lips wrote words
across satin
then tipping the velvet pink
covered an open wound
whispered wicked
games
pleasure and pain
warm canvas moved
clandestine
drowning in her waves
deep sea diving
the treasure lost is found
rising like Aphrodite
from her Ocean.
Zeus has thrown to Anchises
his rare
pearl.
(LadyLabyrinth/Dec 2018)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uuyPvpsovMw
How I remember that song
Playing daily on the radio
Just a couple of notes
I’d instantly get shivers
And nothing else
Mattered around me
Seems I was barely twelve
I heard that saxophone
And masterful sexy voice
My knees would buckle
Realizing full well
I was hooked on a song
Praising the virtues
Of unfaithfulness and
Mystique of a love affair
I was swayed so
By that sax and sexy voice in spite of the
Unscrupulously questionable lyrics
Because really
There was nothing overly exciting
About a clandestine morning meeting
At some backwoods café
Yet that song still
Has its claws into me
And to this day
My heart skips a beat
As I buckle in spite of myself
At the charm of just a few notes
Realizing how powerless I am
Under the influence of that
Sly snake charmer
And it never gets old
There’s something
Quite magical about
How time stands perfectly still
For that one marvelously
Seductive ageless moment
Read on air by invitation ~ May 19, 2021 'WORDS & MUSIC'
AP: 1st place 2021, 3rd place 2021, Honorable Mention 2020, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on June 1, 2018. for contest POETRY FOR THE SAKE OF POETRY sponsored by JOHN LAWLESS - RANKED 8TH
This empty space waits, along a dim marsh
where paramour hides from tints of red dew,
and crackling boughs grip like a whiplash
on venial sins of passion, long the slew.
Her pace quickens to reach Eden's boulder
weighing low, chained by raked emotion
knowing not why ecstacy grips a dare;
as ravens swoop in twilight procession.
The illlicit hours reel a tempting game
venial sins genuflect without relief,
that holy stars warp in foiled cellophane
while gangrene clouds dodge like a hidden thief.
Her secret man appears, bearing moon’s core
to flame clandestine hours into moans' thrill
there, shadows quench for more of rain's downpour
as pleasure and pain mix a tyrst, fulfilled.
Gothic or Romantic Old/ New, Giorgio V.'s Contest
* Gothic Romanticism
by nette onclaud
Burrowing Owls are found in open, dry grasslands, agricultural and range lands, and desert habitats often associated with burrowing animals, particularly prairie dogs, ground squirrels and badgers.
Yes, I love a hole in the ground
(I didn't even dig it.)
but also circle and suddenly
swoop down on small scampering things
like Vole or Mouse
or listen for the faint susurrus
of Dragon's tiny wings.
Avoiding birdwatchers
(*****Binocularis)
That's the big problem,
I mean how can you hide
from snakes and hawks,
much less sleep a little
when a busload of birders
roars by stopping to point
out Badger's old burrow
while waiting for you to get up
and perch on a pasture post.
What's to be done?
They've studied you,
They know all your habits
and will out your burrow,
you can't really hide.
(Does the Legion accept owls?)
Then, I forget that when made
by God, evolution or both
I promised to define the sky
while steadfastly ensconced
in the beautiful earth.
Published Magnapoets/2008
A CLANDESTINE 18th CENTURY ROMANCE
What is the real story of Valentine's Day?
The ancient Romans may also be responsible for the name of our modern day of love. Emperor Claudius II executed two men — both named Valentine — on Feb. 14 of different years in the 3rd century A.D. Their martyrdom was honored by the Catholic Church with the celebration of St. Valentine's Day
SEBASTIAN
I love you Valentine, Yes I do, love you how? With my heart and soul and body, I love
You, Love you so, all the time, Valentine, I love you true, only you, love you now, do you
Think of me? I loved you then, tomorrow I will Love you more, all the time Valentine
Do you love me?
PENELOPE
So much then, now and always, my valentine, from the start,
Loved your heart, So many ways, dear valentine, but lest betrothed,
Cannot court you, this fate is ours, can’t you see, my father will
Disown me, love is me, love is you, together we will always be!
SEBASTIAN
Getting closer 12 more days, know your gentle face, know your heart and your voice,
Even your soul, I can’t wait, will ask your father, but asking you, will you Marry me,
Passion flowing through my being, Love is love, It is us, excitement mounting,
Heart is racing, so distracting, yet awakening, you’ll be mine, dear Valentine, We will
Lay together, two hearts will beat as one, think of you from sleep to sleep, until
We say I do, I will love you till the end of time, my darling dearest valentine.
My bones are strong, my mind is clear,
The path is wrong of that I fear.
But I dare not to see my rear,
The flames are hot, the danger near.
And now you ask of whom this face,
Of whom this wretched choice to bear,
I’m mortal son of deathless race,
The poorest one with mal de mer.
Of what I dream it nightmares you,
My gold not stocked but eaten rare,
My only right is to pursue,
A life of slave without health care.
Of all the things I could be called,
The ones of shame and those of glory,
I heard of one that is installed,
They call me simply; perfect story.
Thus very soon we will have met,
By stormy morning over tea,
I will be dead and you’ll be sad,
For hundred people in the sea.
An unnoticed net,
Appears with the morning dew:
Invisible snare.
Clandestine Sinners
HE Rises against her TIDES
The perfume she wears
is bound to hypnotise
His insatiable desires
are well acquainted with
her thoughts
Uninhibitedly, he unties
all her knots
His soul coalesced with
her cinnamon skin
For two strangers were
ready to sin
Copyright @ 2016 by Redfiery
For so long she had chained her thoughts ,
and strangled her desires.
But his irresistible smile and flamboyant words had ignited fire .
As tender words would no longer encapsulate
Physical desires would eventually perpetuate,
a clandestine union
Between these ancient lovers.
CLANDESTINE
Clandestine…
nice and clean
her intent
candle glow..
all for show
his beguile
mesmerized
hypnotized
enticed
lured
Clandestine…
anodyne
arena
underground
concealed
furtively
she bares
her
soul
lured
Clandestine…
surreptitious
squeaky clean
secretively
seduced
conceded
surrendered
and then..
DO
NOT
DISTURB
© Kim van Breda—2 July 2015
Charmed, stunned…
That’s what you did!
My eyes are all in your pictures.
It’s a stealthy feeling.
“To play or be played”,
Both are my menacing games.
My druthers sound too high
But I wind up lisping your name.
heavy hidden moon
sigh moans pleasures of the night
cruel kisses bleed
© rajat kanti chakrabarty
revised org 8/12/2014
Solemn in it's plight
The loneliest rose among
Trees and grass there it
Finds it's own haunting solitude
Rose only knows flower life
Quiet is her survival
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When we met, I had a feeling
I would know you long and well
Your white magic set me reeling,
my dark logic caught your spell
Water falls on dirty dealing,
bursts a bubbles fragile shell
Sun shines in a pool revealing
secrets we will never tell
Taking chances, moment-stealing,
lit a fire and let it swell
Like hot wax we melted, sealing
two to heaven, one to hell
Water fell on dirty dealing,
bursting bubbles fragile shell
Sun shone in a pool revealing
secrets we had yet to tell
We strew lies from floor to ceiling,
walls we line in sweet cartel
Solitary so appealing,
we do time in Edens cell
Fast erasing dirty dealing,
glass replacing bubbles shell,
secrets now at last revealing
maybe there is more to tell...
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So much of what dictates our society is clandestine
Things going on that we don't know
Games being played that hurts humanity so
So much damage done to the earth through clandestine deals
You think you know how society works
Well believe me none of that stuff is real
It's all governed by the one percent
The Rothschild bankers and all the rest
Who own multi national corporations
They wild the power refusing to let humanity bloom into flower
These clandestine people with their secret ways
Control society and we as the people have no say
They are not elected,
They us their money to dictate how and what governments
Do, dictating policies that hurt me and you
Because its all about the power, all about the greed
If government doesn't give these people what they need
They stop investing in that country
Threaten to bankrupt them and bring that government to its knees
And in its insatiable lust to lead
Governments give the clandestine men anything they need
They sell their souls for the money
And sell us all down the river to achieve a materialistic society
Where people care for nothing but themselves
And sustaining their own levels of corruption based wealth.