Best Discretions Poems
I see that they are grieving,
But I know I'll be ok,
The Angel sitting next to me,
Has come to take away...
The doubts that I am having,
All the pain that I am in,
Forgiving my discretions,
And the last time that I sinned...
The loved ones that surround me,
Drown in tears of disbelief,
As I try and raise my hand,
To bring some solace to their grief...
But the rhythm of deep thumping,
Of my heartbeat thru the bed,
Resonates a fading frequency,
That's slowing down instead...
As the Angel helped me rise,
After taking my last breath,
Took a look into my eyes,
And blessed the body that was left
I don't know just what I'm feeling,
But I'm glad it took so long,
As I float above the ceiling,
Filling gospel with my song...
In the distance I see heaven,
Just beyond some pearly gates,
And I hope the lord is willing,
To forgive all my mistakes...
I'll miss my friends and family,
But dare not turn around,
As they celebrate the life of me,
Without making a sound...
You see there's something deeper,
So someday they'll understand,
When their Angel becomes keeper,
They will gently take their hand...
And point in a direction,
That they'be never seen before,
Which may seem like reflections,
Looking thru another door...
Immaculate attire,
And the robe that I am in,
Will never cast a shadow,
Since the light comes from within...
Now I'm on the other side,
With angels next to me,
Though my body may have died,
An angel set me free...
He said, he said
I am history it is not dead.
I do testify,
that they ask for more than an alibi.
My face alone! Metal to bone.
See how their discretions lie,
as trampled footpaths to my home.
He said, he said,
Division lives, but not in my head.
Privileged accusation.
It is MY face and my proud vocation
under fire.
Who is the liar?
Inflamed again with grand oration,
successors of the hateful choir.
I said, I said,
I don't know what it's like to be dead.
But I do know well,
of those who get kissed and tell,
Nay Preach! All to well,
Of tension that, but for their word,
Would cease to live, to hell return.
Dynasties of radiance splash into a womans swimming pool of excellence a womans cry transforms failures into triumph, should i feel agony & defeat for the lost bondage of our love, does a womans cry begin to symbolize the sacred feelings hiding inside the belly of a mans lies, a queen at the throne was promised, i bear children in the midst of our fight for survival do you dare assassinate my worth, my conscious is a relentless drum at the mercy of ones entertaining commands listen to a womans cry, how do i remain steady when even i question my character, is it wrong to look towards the heavens seeking pity for not being your lone constant treasure, such a life grows deeper as i sleep but find not an eye full of rest, my heart is but a mere myth who will hear a woman cry, weary i crawl for the weight of your misfortunes too great to shield, my place as a mother weakend by your arrows of discretions, spare me of your tough ridges, rid me of your chaotic demanor, heal my wounded but not broken spirit from your barbariac abuse, sooth my emotions for empty i remain a womans cry
Smile
I miss you baby
The sound of your voice
The way you say my name
The I love you and you are beautiful
The way you sometimes make fun of my accent
I want to hear your laugher which makes me giggle
The random declarations of past discretions
The fact that you think I am funny
The glimpse of your brilliance
The sound of your voice
I miss you my love
Tough
Mary of Berry was wary.
Deceived by a man who would lie.
Disliking men that were hairy,
also, most men wearing a tie.
She had her fill of directions,
from anyone telling the time,
men prodding her with discretions,
or drinking their vodka with lime.
*Image of Loving One More by NS.
A Second Please
Aesthete equip upkeep spade, trowel, and watering pail,
Balters out freely, gagging unwantable, grit travail,
Chrysalism advents the righteous eyes and elaborates,
Dulcet forgivings a moment's lapse and recuperates,
Euphoria occasions the receptive hearts embrace,
Felicity's steadies champion the winner's showcase,
Gossamer delicate filter fuses genteel gazes,
Harmonize the Gospel's prophetic parallel phrases,
Iridescence spellbinds above looks and lost impressions,
Justifiable step courses the upright's discretions,
Kindheartedness inherently effectuates the blest,
Lissomeness affects the civilized privileged expressed,
Mellifluous genteel everflowing enterprises,
Nascent origins destined promise epitomizes,
Opportunity avails the well-intent fruition,
Pristine presents its presence post sadden sky emission,
Quintessential innates encryption of a paragon,
Resplendence fashionably enriches the noumenon,
Serendipity ventures impulsive ones they're future,
Tendril's tenacious virility thriving to assure,
Ubiquitously an omnipresence or internet,
Vagary ideals grant causality silhouette,
Woolgathering mulls the lowly, awakes the enlightened,
Xenodochy's hotel's hospitality meets heightened,
Yesteryear traces memories, remembrance reverses,
Zenith's a second, in Abecedarian verses.
2022 August 28
*HMS; 14 syllables per 26 lines.
In ancient times, inside a treasure was a ring
It was known us the master ring or the ruling king
It was made of the finest pure gold
When worn it became an extension of one’s soul
It was made to control one’s thoughts and intentions
It was built to master one’s deeds and discretions
The ring always satisfies a wish
It must be a wise wish, not selfish
Once the ring is out of one’s possession
One becomes vulnerable to demonic suppression
Used selfishly it pressed painfully upon the finger
Worn frequently one becomes a spiritual figure
Our conscience is just like the master ring
It drives us to respond to our king
It directs and regulates our emotion
It is the key to a dynamic devotion
When we do act selfishly it presses against our soul
To listen to our conscience should be our ultimate goal
When we do right it gives peace within our hearts
When we obey it convicts and imparts
Now the purpose of the commandments is love from a pure heart, from a good conscience, and from a sincere faith- 1Timothy 1:5
Given the truth will lead you into all truth Men under the rose so dispose to bind The secret machinery grinding to Cain Men set free they wrench back from whence they came In pretense they know the way man to man Tangled again the rent made now worse than Form of knowing know not Him that formed Nothing hid that shall not be informed Pulling you in alternate discretions Blind guilds using sublingual expressions The truth be known the whispers in the dark are heard in the light of the highest arch Pumping you up with promises they cannot keep Themselves bound and do not enter in I weep Turn key in a door to another way Claiming names seems right but only one saves
Foresight is an appreciation
sitting squarely upon furrowed fields.
Banishing nurture to perpetual silence
in its non-meaning, intentional way.
Sperm ejecting from rumored couplings,
nameless offspring slipping beneath sods
of radiant maybes,
all motes in infinities grasp,
and what of their promise?
Its circumference measured
in aerial battles of misplaced thoughts;
intrigues of wishful thinking.
Sentinel to worthless causes,
Mumbling metallic undertones from half-chewed lips.
Blameless blame pelting idle discretions,
casting a grievance to fallow ground
hoping it will blossom.
But in retrospect all must wither
between spaces of time.
Hide Her Away
Tucked away in shame, to hide his own discretions...he hid her away....
Of the world of social media so that he shall lift his own insecurities and feed his plate of lust, desire and importance
He hid her away...
Quiet as a feather...
The Social Universe would never know that this exquisite piece of his human puzzle ever existed
He hid her away...
A mold of beauty and grace
An aura that exhumed love, light and softened even the hardest of beasts
So sweet so pure
He hid her away...
This humble mold has a smile that could brighten the darkest storm and ripple the earth with light
Eyes of mystic and depth
And a heart so unselfishly giving...
But he hid her away....
Ignoring the realness of the many layers within her
He never saw the strength or power that resided within her being
Or the final layer...
That laid within the crevices
The ultimate release of letting go.
Although clothed in weakness to the unseen world's eye
This layer was wrapped in pain, struggles and dark nights of tears...
It was the bulls eye that once hit ...you will never forget
Once touched you can never return
Once burned you can never rise up from again
And he came to that bulls eye...
That final exploding blow
When the silence is all that is heard..
And she finally hid him away....
Under the layers of the past.
To the hope of a man who will not
Hide her away....
Tammy Flanagan @copyright 2019
TESTING THE EDGE
unsheathed razorsharp
doubledged crimsonbled
dark holes feed blue moles
underneath dirt they skirt
claws braced throats cursed
testing the edge
in mythical maddening moments
Unicorns stab their Mermaids
laying their own sea beds of
shameful ancient slaughter
testing the edge
bloodbeating brainscreaming
red smoldering screens
blindfolded shielded against
past discretions obscene
unseen mock reproductions
artificial redraged dreams
double edged crimsonbled
testing the edge
while stupidly they stare
and do not dare interfere
protecting clean blueveined
wrists not stained red by
unsheathed razorsharp
brazened blades
testing the edge
© Kim van Breda—1 October 2015
Abandoned to my destiny
My legacy and fate
The timely end of all my deeds
My selfish love and hate
Freedom of a confined state
Imprisoned yet released
The condemnation of my life
Sometimes beauty
Sometimes beast
Judgement day approaches
As it's spotlight temporary blinds
Just who is my Juror
What verdict will they find?
Out into the wilderness
Where my past discretions burn
Where Justice deems it necessary
Lessons of life to learn
I take the cup of guilt held out
For this is my forgone fate
Strangely in my twisted mind
I feel banished and yet embraced
Unfortunately, life does not have an eraser,
to do away with our past discretions;
and the way we acted in certain situations.
Oh, I know I would require a great big eraser
Fortunately we do have an opportunity,
to be the person we were meant to be;
not one from youthful times like me.
For I have learn from my buffoonery.
There is a way to delete our past,
and do away with whats within us,
live for today and learn to trust;
for only He will judge the past.
Sponsored by : Emile Pinet--Enclosed Rhyme
February 22, 2019
In My Dappled Dream I Saw You
In my dappled dream I saw you,
Your shimmering ghost, young again,
As we were, when soft flares hid your brown legs,
There, in the warm April shadows, us
Astride an old beach blanket on the grass of Corona.
1971 was sensational when we were 19 years old;
We held each other like lovers afoul in the neutral shade,
And kissed deeply there, as ants found crumbs of cookies,
Laid there by swishing palms in the dishonest sunlight.
Oh lady, it was madness most discrete, indeed,
behind the boyfriend’s back, miles away to the east;
You found new passions in our discretions there,
You delivered moist messages with muted giggles there.
Oh lady, you were wildly untrue to him that day!
Rolling as young leopards at play,
Our lips found its prey with mindless precision,
There, in the afternoon spectacle of leering light,
Of young lovers deliberately cheating,
Tendering desperate embraces in the perfumed shadows.
What I love about you is you,
you know it and it’s true.
not like we don’t drive each other nuts at times,
but there’s only one of you and me,
and only you can make me feel the way that you do.
What I love about you is you,
surprising as it is, that’s how we’ve lasted this long.
Ever thought of what you and I put together could produce?
The sun gives light to the moon,
but what I give you is love.
What I love about you is you,
everything old was new, yet some things remain the same.
Life is rented but love is promised,
I never go back on my vows,
either I pay in full or I do not give out my word.
What I love about you is you,
you get it so I don’t always need to explain myself.
I’ve tried to tell them but they won’t listen,
we can’t break up,
because we give time to figure it out
instead of picking up a fight.
What I love about you is you,
you love me that’s why I love you.
I wonder why they’d presume we’d ever trade that
for anything or anyone else.
We don’t give up on each other because that’s not who we are,
and that’s what I love about us.
What I love about you is you,
surely you noticed all the while.
Haven’t they said this wouldn’t work?
Even then still you stood by me, believing in my discretions.
You make everything not supposed to be there go away just by being there,
and when we’re apart I just can’t wait for us to reunite.
What I love about you is you,
it’s that wonderful feeling when I’m with you.
It makes me feel like stopping time so things stay this way until eternity.
Even at that yesterday is blind to today, I’ll walk you through until tomorrow.
What I love about you is you,
don’t you worry about me I’ll be back,
you wouldn’t even notice how long I was gone when I return.
The things we have to do for love what can measure,
who can better describe why I love you,
which words could tell.
What I love about you is you,
people get jealous of talks like this.
I could keep going on about it without finding an ending.
What I love about you is you love me like I do,
that’s why I love you…