Best Confidential Poems
Rare is his devotion
Old-fashioned and precious,
Meaningful just for her,
Abloom with earnest affection.
Nearest her beau 'en plein air',
Timid Poesie intimately nestles,
Innermost her beloved's embrace,
Cared for and cherished.
*written for the R O M A N T I C acrostic poem competition sponsored make by John Hamilton. I did not enter the competition as it was limited to 35 entries and I was too late.
My confidential government.
The secrets you must have.
The rumors there about me.
My neighbors come to salve.
My confidential government.
That nothing must get out.
My confidential government.
A stifle for my shout.
A science for your beckon.
Some words as wise as read.
The knowledge you have taken
and shared with other head.
From little men below you,
you only serve to stun.
You've taken all their will-free
and now your times begun.
He said.....
I am Steve Biko..... With a fist; not pointed to the sky but rather aimed at your faced, you see it in the air, the power of a knockout artist... the revolution will not be televised but felt with senseless missions to bring sense and consciousness as part of your movement.
I am Malcolm X...... fighting the race of time wasted on ******** and battles soon forgotten.
I am thee most logic writer of this generation; poured wisdom of the past and Knowledge of the future, in a cup..... drank it and it formed an intellectual giant, call all the Davids you know to swing and try rock me down, I will still stand, for I am not Goliath.... I am Big Foot.... the legend seen through mist of fictional reality, as he words leave traces of foot prints seen in books read by.....
I am a creativity genius.
I’m the Charles Dwain of poetry
I’m Shaka Zulu and the pen is my spear
I control life with buttons; putting you on the roller coast of mental thoughts; up and down we will go through thrones, rocky, dangerous, sandy, iced paths; through the valleys of death; if you really want to reach Zion.....
Where intelligences is sound and ignorance is mute, and the voice is truth is seen......
I am the modern Moses; guiding you through the rough and smooth tours of life, all you have to do is read the 10 lettered commandment scripted in my lyrics..... BE YOURSELF
No magic, illusions, propaganda
I am not egotistical, not the best; I’m not the great......
I’m just the man you see when you look in the mirror..... I am the truth... which tells you that you.....
You are weak minded, strength it
You are nothing.... and you will always be nothing, if you never see yourself as something
Etc..... etc....
I am human too, I’m fragile, I bleed, I fell pain, I love, I hurt, I hate, I encourage, I discourage
I am........
He said all this through a glass, in an orange suit.......
He just like you is a prisoner of dreams lost....a prison of social perception....a prisoner of society
Lebron Spirits
Things said between two people in love, are confidential.
The behind closed door conversations are loving and special.
Many things happen to change our lives the unexpected.
Remebering God's laws and edicts in faith together your always respected.
Taking our differences my wife and I, are directed by our Lord.
Loving Jesus His sayings, guides us with our problem and we turn to the "Word."
Marriage is a confidential partnership relying on each other.
With God's Holy Spirit His given wisdom, we learned to love our sisters and brothers.
Being confidential with your maker you learn to trust.
With God's aid His special gift of love and learning about Jesus.
He is spiritually with His children He's never very far away.
Remaining confident in His "Word" we exault the Lord when we pray.
Confidence is a priority with the Fahter, He does keep His promise.
When Jesus walked He acknowledged His disciples with a kiss.
When you are in love with your mate, confidence and trust each other, it brings Love.
This is the confidential part of God has with you, your mate is from the Father up above.
Let me tell you a story, now truth to be told,
Of the birth of my offspring, no facts to withhold.
Confidential disclosure: none of them were planned,
As my fun guy and I savoured one task at hand.
Then one bright, sunny morning I woke up to puke,
Too many drinks last night, I dismissed as a fluke.
What unfolded then felt like a cloud - but not nine!
I figured I got knocked up and what if it’s mine?
My current beau convinced me that it clearly was,
Presented hard evidence and not just because.
I expected my fun life to soon disappear,
In nine months my first bundle of joy made it clear.
She emerged very slowly, one inch at a time,
Like a Queen to the throne, regal, loud and sublime.
For good from that moment on my whole being fell
Under not known yet, but divine motherhood spell.
I embraced my new role and went on a birth spree,
So I didn’t stop til I got girl number three.
Now my beautiful daughters keep me on cloud nine -
Sublime and majestic, undeniably mine.
Mamma Mia! Girl’s tale - an extravagant plot!
Happy ending from start to finish! Dot! Dot! Dot!
April 15, 2022
He said.....
I am Steve Biko..... With a fist; not pointed to the sky but rather aimed at your faced, you see it in the air, the power of a knockout artist... the revolution will not be televised but felt with senseless missions to bring sense and consciousness as part of your movement.
I am Malcolm X...... fighting the race of time wasted on ******** and battles soon forgotten.
I am thee most logic writer of this generation; poured wisdom of the past and Knowledge of the future, in a cup..... drank it and it formed an intellectual giant, call all the Davids you know to swing and try rock me down, I will still stand, for I am not Goliath.... I am Big Foot.... the legend seen through mist of fictional reality, as he words leave traces of foot prints seen in books read by.....
I am a creativity genius.
I’m the Charles Dwain of poetry
I’m Shaka Zulu and the pen is my spear
I control life with buttons; putting you on the roller coast of mental thoughts; up and down we will go through thrones, rocky, dangerous, sandy, iced paths; through the valleys of death; if you really want to reach Zion.....
Where intelligences is sound and ignorance is mute, and the voice is truth is seen......
I am the modern Moses; guiding you through the rough and smooth tours of life, all you have to do is read the 10 lettered commandment scripted in my lyrics..... BE YOURSELF
No magic, illusions, propaganda
I am not egotistical, not the best; I’m not the great......
I’m just the man you see when you look in the mirror..... I am the truth... which tells you that you.....
You are weak minded, strength it
You are nothing.... and you will always be nothing, if you never see yourself as something
Etc..... etc....
I am human too, I’m fragile, I bleed, I fell pain, I love, I hurt, I hate, I encourage, I discourage
I am........
He said all this through a glass, in an orange suit.......
He just like you is a prisoner of dreams lost....a prison of social perception....a prisoner of society
Lebron Spirits
delicate iris
pretty center azure pure
holds woodland secrets
I'm empty dont temp me
To to fill out positions
They askd me what I want to do before I die
Bridges to enemies
Bringing my energy
Leaving with pieces to reach out a rebound
I need you now more than ever
I see you how you conceited
Anxiety is misleading
At the top I see my autopsy
handle it like I'm sewing it
Pull up smoke enemies stay close by
Waiting in line for me to give them the time of day
You see griding pays and climate change like people
Dont Decline my pay its confidential
But you out telling the whole world
I lost my turn
I burned out this whole blunt out
I'm Burnt out I come out to see you
Should I shoot up in this *****
Gum remover get off my d
Hit this **** right here
Fight your fears dont be scared of heights
When I Go right you go left
Cuz u were at my precense but then you left
Trenches benches fences lessons questions
Or remain in ignorance hunt to kill I'm a fisherman
Dont trust the hook like the internet
Question your feelings that **** ain't real
Go hard hit the block Tetris how I empty all
I dont fear no one but god
Being Alone hunting me down
Drones approach I'm shooting them down
Close exposed im locking you out
A part of me dont trust me I fear god
Coffins on deck you know I go hard
There's distance in between you still could call
I go hard I Go all the way in you know me
Dont pressure me cuz I let go
Don't pressure me ***** I let go quick
I'm empty dont temp me
Filling position for you to remember Me
Bridges to enemies I'm bringing my energy
Leaving with pieces to reach out a rebound
I need you now more than ever
10/27/22
Not the best credentials
Yet so much potential
It's evidential
Not all of it is essential
Considering that much is still experimental
Remaining confidential
Seen in person or written in pencil
Still pouring
And exploring
My faith in humanity lost not restoring
Too much of it is boring
They are always ignoring
Or warring
As well as being rude and lording
Far from a haiku
Not always the sky blue
Too often lied to
This is quite true
I do
Have the bird's eye view
If I choose I'll slide through
Typical people being quite rude
During daylight and as night drew
Always acting like they have the right to
I don't like it, so I do the opposite in spite of you
I don't trust her
I remain a lone hunter
While below thunder
It's no wonder
Since others are often thrown under
Felt like a zero until I turned into a hero
She never once wanted my phone number
Meanwhile I did it like no other
When will it rest?
Toward each other they often pit against
It's a mess
All these tricks and wrecks
Causing more disconnect
At times I feel alien not like Gilgamesh
What a joke, always thinking they're still the best
Having ill intent
How dumb and sad that people got killed for less
To nil effect
So quit the trek of continual disrespect
I'm on a scientific quest
I could care less how these b****es dress
In the open or occurring secretly
The cycle is seemingly
Going on repeatedly
Today I spoke to a fourth grader who wondered what he did wrong.
Why was he sent to me - the school counselor?
I told him that I had missed him and wanted to see him.
To check out how he was doing.
He opened up, telling me many things about his family.
His mother is in jail. He told her to not shoot at the cops.
He looks just like his father.
Look his name up on a jail site, you can see him, he said.
I don’t know a jail site, I told him.
Because I don’t.
He rolled his eyes. Can I type on your computer?
He typed, but Daddy’s photo did not appear.
Many other felons did appear with the same name.
Do you get to see your dad often? I asked him.
No. So I asked, “Where does he live?”
“That is confidential information,” he informed me prissily.
My prayers are with the young
woman thrown in into moving
traffic losing her face head after
my imposter posing as me decided
to exposed my identity as a
confidential human source who
wore wires pregnant for the fbi
buying weapons and drugs
from corrupt junk sick cops
i am truly blessed sadly persons
of power tossed informants in
front of killers this young woman
death represents the effect of
exposing confidential human
sources to killers and dealers
while my imposter hops skips
jump double Dutch on justice
meanwhile I patiently await
more death threats wannabes
of who wanna brown mort
After Mama is asleep
Lift the blankets up and peep
At that Purple Cat.
Keep it secret what you saw-
Purple Cat’s against the law-
(So’s the large Green Rat!)
Some countries keep things confidential
New Zealand is one of those countries
as is China.
They do not have to tell everything they know.
Spreading the bad news as fast as possible like the USA.
In 1975 there was a dam collapse in China.
The Banqiano Dam Collapse
It killed up to two hundred and forty thousand people
and the Chinese kept this disaster a secret for years.
I am unsure why, but it is refreshing
that they kept it in the “family” so to speak
I imagine it kept the intruders and reporters out.
Good idea if you ask me.