Best Coverup Poems
The warmth of the sun on my skin
The kiss of the wind in my hair
All of nature wants to make me feel
But there are days I dont want to care
The darkness in my heart
Sends storm clouds to the sky
There could never be another
That makes me want to cry
My eyes to the heavens
My soul drops to the floor
Searching for my beauty
The one who I'd adore
Your sunshine is blinding
I've covered up my eyes
I'm going to stop looking
Until this teardrop dries
Mother nature you send me
Butterflies and a blossoming rose
Must you try to cover the agony
in my heart, it hungers, it grows
Behind the walls of shame
I discovered makeup when I was lost and weary, it took me to heart and hid all the scars I had.
I discovered sunglasses when I felt ashamed of my brown eyes,they all said I was a stoner way before...
I started adoring my clothes when I realised they could coverup all my flaws and shapeless shapes.
I began to adore my shoes when I was enlightened to the ruthless embarassing routes my feet took.
I became more concerned with my hair because I could tell it revealed the secrets my head is battling with.
My lips became the source of my malice and demise, they uttered the most valgur truth so I painted them pink,red,purple and more.
I chose to wipe my bruised arm with all the cheap jewellery I owned 'cause I couldnt let them see...
My hands were bloody so I dipped my fingernails in red nailpolish.
Now that am in exile in my own skin and behind all this material beings I'll holdon to my panties and only take them off to pee and bath..
Who am I to blasphem so..
Blunt deadly weapons of mass destruction
electrify, fracture, and
jeopardize *****Sapiens
species (and entire biosphere)
continuity rent asunder
doomsday declared (nuclear winter
gallows humor spelt
with eternal snow day)
dystopian authors outflanked
nuclear fallout wreaks worst
rocky horror picture
effected upon mankind
global (worldwide)
big screen radioactive
wee willy weber webbing
materiel severely seared
sepsis poisons deoxyribo
nucleic acid future generations
organic fiber cursed
simultaneous single simulcast
broadcast airs live after Royal Wedding
audience participation demanded
bumping ugly fleshless
formed fruitless fatal fumes
anomalies all – blinded
beastial begotten bemoan
brethren brood
brutal burnt offerings
crackling, snapping,
and popping surreal muck
shapeless liquified populace
sloshing helter skelter
quests slither towards
aimless destination
bone a fied skeleton crews cruise
crying cretins creep cavalierly
crepuscular cratered city
cruel mushroom clouds
cloaked croaking cellophane charred
cancerous clumps career,
clomp continuously
chaos charts choking climate
cold comfort commanded collusion
commander in chief concurred
crumpled coveted constitution credo
crass conceit communicated
cooly came clean concerning
consensual coital cavort
crazy cream craving characterized
condoned combined crunching
crotch crab free **** -
condom free crux
contractual commingling
cashiered coverup
chic chica chick
cigerette chewing
clutched cocked club
choked chicken concluded
das capitol business
before he returned
to regularly broadcast program
the sea son finale
last chapter of human race
no winners, nor survivors
bleak contaminated Earth gasping
heaving jackknifed lost in vape
nonpareil planet reduced to vapor!
World's largest ichthyosaur
just discovered...
Why not uncovered?
It was there all the time
Ladies and gentleman
Breaking news proving
The great conspiracy theory
Was far from a hoax -
Early this morning Jack Frost
Guilt-ridden and repentant
Turned himself in to the authorities
Admitting to his gruesome crime
Jack Frost confessed it was he
who assassinated Sir Humpty Dumpty
By the great wall of China
in broad daylight in front of hundreds
of witnesses who never came forward to testify
The coverup seemed it would never be solved
The assassin has been apprehended
The long-term mystery has been solved
Though the motive remains sketchy at this time
It is rumored that there was a love triangle
With the international superstar Miss Piggy
AP: 1st place 2025
Submitted on June 27, 2018 for contest THE MYSTERY OF HUMPTY DUMPTY sponsored by FARAZ AJMAL - RANKED 1ST
"Life is way too short to keep
friends that break your heart. "
Quote _by Constance
A fig leaf coverup,
a friendship that was just a figment;
a charade with an ultimate breakup,
for it was a friendship with no pigment.
Evil hidden by a thick cloak,
your camouflage of friendship- I now revoke;
your false mask of kindness has been broke.
Oh, I was blind,
as your charade into my life twined;
you played with my accepting mind.
Now, your ugly true colors are revealed- and I cleanup,
I pulled back this fig leaf figment;
and all tendrils of fake friendship- I choke,
in my life you are now just a distasteful segment.
_____________________
March 29, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/Fig Leaf
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1444-225-29
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Theme - chosen - Fig Leaf
Written for the Standard contest, This or That, Vol 11
sponsor, Edward Ibeh, Judged 04/22/2022
Third Place
February 14th.
Fifty three degrees.
What? Get out your bikini.
Kick off those shoes.
It is time to break out the Koolaid.
Plunk in the ice cubes.
Use Grandma's aluminum glasses
The ones from the 50's that keep things cold.
Where is my surfboard?
My swimsuit coverup?
My suntan lotion?
My thongs?
Grandma! Giggle. Giggle. "You WEAR thongs!"
Sure do, I say proudly, holding up my flip flops.
Confusing them every time.
.
The genuine journalist must be nosy but fair.
His profession strictly requires him to be so.
But between a public matter and private affair,
the legitimate, fine distinctions he must know.
His nose for news must be tempered by discretion,
that sharp sense that condemns the mangling of insight,
that creeping in of gossip with truth's distortion,
and that blurring of borders between wrong and right.
With the highest respect for what's confidential,
he must despise tolerance for any coverup.
To inform, to enlighten, these are essential
for him to smile when his time is finally up!
.
Now who entrusted an ugly octopus
with the pretty plaid pocketbook?
An eight arm six-finger crook
crawling up the vault wall
is such a dirty, filthy lucre look
Those pretty piggy bank pennies
are no-account disappearing
And them buxom chicks bouncy checks
are not carte blanche clearing
Plenty funny business in the cabinet kitchen
is cause for a close culinary audit look
Gotta IRS probing ire see, with pens itching,
whose loosey-goosey cooking the books
Pig tales of pickpocket gluttony
ain’t gonna put those trust fund doubts
in the right, anorexic frame of mind
Green Whig conservator party
need a little posh makeup P-scheme pout
to lip coverup the grip-n-grin crime
Hot on the tip trail
of those swamp gators skipping bail
on a twin-engine cottontail
Moving the patsy and the pawn
with a lazy mope and a dead yawn
The teller and the guard
were the cuffed duo vacuous fawn
It was such a fiduciary fiasco
of said brazen beauty and brawn
Perpetrated by a third pair of enigmatic eyes,
lounging somewhere tropical
on a si perfectly manicured lawn
Like Louisiana tabasco
is red dirt hot, even before a misty dawn
Fiduciary fiasco ~ Dollars hidden in the swamp
stays tax buried once offshore withdrawn
I rode a bus a day,
A beauty in the seat-
Was sitting fair and gay-
And was looking most neat.
She was looking as if-
From her pinky lips-
Heaven's beauty has made its very appearance ,
Oh! What a mind soothing loveliness.
I had an ardent desire,
If her grace could I hire-
Oh! God isn't it possible -
To coverup myself with her beauty a little?
A scene of hers seemed shocking-
She got up-her beauty seemed mocking;
Oh!How lucky I am;
Not lame and blinded like the very mam!!
Thank you God for giving,
A healthy pair of eyes for seeing ,
A pair of limbs for walking,
And a healthy mind for interacting .
Oh men don't look at other's gracefulness,
It could be filled with much sadness,
Take a look into thyself-
Its too much to satisfy oneself.
I WAS ROME - MING THROUGH TIME.
WHEN I PASSED THROUGH A DOOR.
I WAS PART OF THE CLOUD ,
OBSERVING A WAR.
FREEDOM RIGHTS AND PRIVACY
WERE HANGING BY A THREAD.
LEGAL PROPAGANDA
BEING DRILLED INTO FOLKS HEADS.
PRIVACY IS A FRAGILE WORD.
ESPECIALLY WHEN I KNOW ,
EVERYTHING YOU EVER SAID ,
THOUGHT , HEARD OR TOLD.
GOTTA LOVE WHEN PEOPLE SAY,
THERE IS NOTHING I NEED TO HIDE.
THAT'S UNTILL I EXPOSE THE TRUTH
YOU SIMPLY CAN NOT DENY.
INVASION OF YOUR PRIVACY,
GOES BEYOND THE SCOPE.
MANIPULATION OF YOUR THOUGHTS
HAS THE SAME EFFECT AS DOPE.
IF YOUR SUGGESTION CREATES IDEALS
THAT BENEFIT THE CORPORATION,
YOUR SURELY GOING TO GO ALONG
WITH NO NEED FOR EXPLANATION.
INVASION OF YOUR PRIVACY,
INCLUDES THE FOODS YOU EAT.
IF BIG AGRA SAYS IT'S GOOD FOR YOU
TO JUSTIFY , YOU REPEAT.
OWNING WHAT YOU NEED TO GROW.
CORPORATIONS PATENT , AND SELL TO YOU.
GOVERNMENT , BLINDLY , GOES ALONG
AND THE POPULOUS , HAS NO CLUE.
KNOWING THINGS THAT FRIGHTEN YOU
LIKE HATRED , WARS AND CRIMES.
GOVERNMENT HAS TO PLAY ALONG
IN THE FORNICATION GAME OF MINDS.
INVASION OF YOUR PRIVACY
INCLUDES SETTING PEOPLE UP.
IF ORGANIZED CRISIS ARE EXPOSED
THE COMPROMISED COVERUP.
ANOTHER WAY OF INVADING PRIVACY
IS STEALING PEOPLE'S TIME.
THE COMPLICIT AND COMPROMISED
CREATE CHAOS OF YOUR MIND.
MEANING THIS AND SAYING THAT
CLAIMING WRONG IS RIGHT.
WHEN CONSTANTLY BOMBARDED
DEPLETES YOUR TIME TO FIGHT.
WHEN WEAK. , TIRED AND GIVING IN.
METAPHORICALLY , THE SHIP IS SINKING.
YOU WILL RELINQUISH "ALL" PRIVACY
DRINK WHAT THE REST ARE DRINKING
ONCE DEPENDANT ON CORPORATION
THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN HIDE.
CORPORATIONS NO LONGER NEED YOU,
YOU BECOME RAWHIDE.
IT STARTS OUT WITH YOUR PRIVACY
WITHOUT NOTICE , YOU LOSE YOUR RIGHTS
THAT'LL BE THE END , OF SOVEREIGNTY
AS HUMANITY, GIVES UP ON THE FIGHT.
ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE IMPLANTS
FOR SURE , THERE'S NO WAY OUT.
DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU SAY
THEY'LL OWN YOU , WITHOUT A DOUBT.
YOU'RE PRESENTLY IN A LIFETIME ,
GUIDED BY SOCIOPATHS.
IF YOU DARE , DISAGREE WITH THEM
YOUR DISCARDED JUST LIKE TRASH.
ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE , DELETES
AND SENSORS , VITAL INFORMATION.
IN OTHER WORDS , THE PSYCHOPATHS
CONTROL YOUR DESTINATION.
Michael E. Harris
01192023
This LeftMind dominant
viral virtue
of practicing RightBody patience
Is a coverup
for feeling deep impatience.
Feeling impatient is not as hopeful
as exploring active curiosity.
Curiosity
about why someone,
including my own anthro-privileged self,
would default to live win/lose
competitively
When our healthiest,
and safest
economically enlightened
and politically empowering experiences
have always grown choices to live
liberally
radically
integrally
EarthTribally
sacredly
neurosystemically
ecologically
more fully win/win,
cooperatively co-invested.
Passionate curiosity might kill the occasional cat;
but probably not more deadly
than dispassionate lack of curiosity.
Besides,
passionate curiosity can also be more fun
than boring impatience
More joyful,
than sad
mad
bad
More curiously glad
even appropriately win/win consenting adult/adult lusty
More sad/glad soulful
preferring mindful disciplines
like healthy therapeutic dances
and well-sung
resiliently brilliant love songs.
She anticipated his brown eyes shining up
When he saw her skimpy beach cover all
She knew his heart would beat triple time
He would probably stumble on the beach
Their relieved embrace would go on forever and a day
She would get gritty with sand
It would be worth it
The announcement was made on Tuesday
He was not coming back from Viet Nam
She wore the coverup in his honor
Anticipating his smile from heaven
I love the colors, so vivid and bright,
Bringing springtime into my sight
Flowers so flamboyant they delight
Amid nature’s promise, all in white
~
I love the green and emerald places
That summertime shares in traces
Of lawn, tree and plants that embraces
Our beautiful sunlit days filled with graces
~
I love the deep reds, orange and gold
Dancing leaves sent for autumn to behold
Sunlight whispering through naked cold
Of limbs that have lost their leaves stronghold
~
I love the glittering glass on snow falling
Traces of winter winds, storms softly calling
A winter wonderland sees the white crawling
Creating a fairytale amid forests left sprawling
~
The seasons all carry their different panoramas
Some of them can even seems like the Bahamas
None of them will ever coverup with pajamas
They love to enrich our lives with their dramas
The genuine journalist
must be nosy but fair,
his profession strictly
requires him to be so;
but between a public matter
and private affair,
the legitimate, fine
distinctions he must know.
His nose for news must be
tempered by discretion,
that sharp sense that condemns
the mangling of insight,
the creeping in of gossip
with truth's distortion,
and the blurring of borders
between wrong and right.
With the highest respect
for what's confidential,
he must despise tolerance
for any coverup;
to inform, to enlighten,
these are essential
for him to smile when
his time is finally up!