Best Clandestinely Poems

Words are Going Missing


Words are going missing……and no one seems to care!!
Red lined!!  Redacted!!!  Clandestinely subtracted!!

Their meanings have been undermined
to alter documents - long signed

cater to the lunacy
that altered words will set us free.

Words are being conjured…gene splicing gone awry
because our conversations may...

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Mossy vines served as camouflage for a decaying headstone.
The inscription is illegible, but that matters not to me.
At this centuries-old grave I place flowers and moonstone --
As requested by my ethereal savior, friend, lover, devotee.

My first visit to Gravesend was via historical daylight tour.
Another attempted...

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Hear my baby!  I am your dad!
Kissing you here and kissing you there…
Your flowery face, your little chin,
Your eyes, eyebrows, fingers and feet.
Hugging you softly hard,
Rubbing tenderly your tiny head.
My eyes are filled...!
And I am feeling heavy at heart,
For I feel I cannot carry...

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Way up in the mountains there’s a story that they tell.
About a man named Billy Jo and how one night he yelled.
He lived up in a little spot well-hidden in the hills.
A place where very few will go and many hide their stills.

They say he...

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Hushed by the stares
The moves, the everything
For in your eyes
Feeble and frail
Are synonyms 
Of  female
 
This silence is everywhere
In relationships, busy streets
Corporate realms and cowering in the dark
If only they knew the epicness
Deep within her heart
 
Humility preserved always
Glides clandestinely thru the noise
Lest they...

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DT2 came to me, unwillingly and clandestinely,
only because he was referred by his mother,
who was concerned that he was growing up and out
to become an ego-terrorist,
and she had heard of my feminist work as ecotherapist--
so maybe her own WinWin hopes and dreams
for him
and her
and for...

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How long shall we try to convince her to see the truth?
How long would she pretend, when the truth sits in-between her breast cursed?
Deception and lies she fed her children but she hypocritically crave for peace in the midst of injustice
She is an adulterous who...

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The calm of day brings a tranquil presence.
So superficial, her existence hides in her tips of black.
      Lonesome she flies with reminding that life is to thrive.
Her point of ecstasy is alive to every circumstance she encounters.

Her tiny wings wave...

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Thy fair head is reminiscent of a freefall cascade
Thou art so lovely and undeniably a silent charade
Hark you imposter, thine dewy eyes fool me not
For your impetuous ways I have not easily forgot
Thine misty greys, thou art mine
Yet to no one you have signed
Delusions of...

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DIFFERENCE

A friend once said that
difference is a problem
when used as a weapon,
perhaps something good
when sought as an
adventure.

He started the interview
by clearing the air, told the
corporate panel at the mahogany
table that he was an African, Jewish,
Republican cross-dresser from southern 
Mississippi, both the son and the daughter
of...

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Violaceous twilights, 
      clandestinely sated 
lavished 'til morn's early blush
     midst honey suckled euphoria,
 poetry hidden 'neath 
         silken pillowcases,
written 'tween the dew 
    of...

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We peep through grated beams in the dark confines, 
Kept in chains by the  tyranny  of audacious  jailers,
unending cynosure of profligates and imposters:  
ruining the destinies of  million  wearied sufferers.
criminals fit for the gallows,  
morons from the days...

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My Mistress, the Moon


From mine chamber, breathless and perspiring upon the bed,
I spy you there, out my window, looming overhead.
Your gaze, a silent arbiter in the night,
I cloak my naked shame, to veil my plight.
 
Reigning atop her celestial silver throne,
While I, lie with a...

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You and I met for the first time
At a period when all was sublime
Both of us enjoyed youth  in full bloom
Unaware about the approach of gloom.
Initially our contacts were limited to friendship
Later they developed into a different relationship
Seeds of love paved their way in...

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Gott Oh Mighty,Trump iz on the Warpath!

Das Don Auld (can hard tank
tucker son of Carl, and leave
landscape barren) calling out
rigged ken tuckered hoarfrost race,
viz demolition derby presaging

death to White Anglo Saxon
democracy DOMS (delayed
onset muscle soreness)
minions decry diplomacy,
crass denunciation of
Stacey Abrams

liberally Apple eyeing jingoistic rhetoric
declare defamation...

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