Best Incognito Poems
Inked Confession
Innocence stolen
Defending my elders extremism
Fields of olives, roots never sowed by me
Dagger dripping red
Inch by inch the watermelons are mine
Dancing in glee, I bury tiny white robes and red stains
Forever blind to, denying all crimes
Faded Morality
New flowers will bloom on top of Ghazi
We thieves soon to face our just reward
Their children lie buried in the ashes of sorrow, in silent grief
Insanity, Oppression, Fabricate
Insidious allusions of grandeur
offerings of the human flesh
forever, crimes inked in history
Iniquity, Oppression, Forlorn upon a childs bones
As we await His second coming
We know not who we look for
As we speak, He walks among us
But as yet closed is our heart’s door
From paintings, movies and dreams
We carry a mental image in mind
But is He a being so limited and bound
Who in narrow church pews we’ll find
Jesus visits the so called fallen atheist
And finds within his heart pure light
Made in God’s image, a child asleep
Who’s yet to awaken to spherical sight
So Jesus takes the hand of his brother
Wake up, He urges, life is but a dream
Love alone is real, light the flame of bliss
Rest where no fears and desires stream
Jesus becomes vast space, that holds all
It’s the first thing we see, right before us
Look not for forms and images, oh hermit
In childlike trust, get aboard Gods bliss bus
There is no judgment, sin is but ignorance
All of existence is entwined by God’s power
Know that we are living light, not this form
Surrender and let His benign grace empower
26-April-2023
Sweetly cavalier rosy cheeks and eyes clear
Intent gaze saying see and trust dear
Chivvy up your pure skirts for a quick poke
Promises betrothal but he's a joke
The diabolic cloot, fiend to the end
Laughs in your shame to abaddon would send
The sparkling eyes and sweet deceiving smile
Gave a demidevil surprise child vile
Child of lust, incubus frets your dreaming
Calculated evil, cruel living
Walk like an angel, daimon incognito
You're a booty call, his hot tomato
Deceived, deceived, a sad sinner conceived
Denied, beset yet salvation granted
Incognito
( by Joan Donnelly Ellis Oct.23, 2015)
Little girl in updo hairstyle and suspension earrings
Mommies shiny red pumps grace her feet
Nana's garden party bonnet is settled
Almost ready for a walk with baby doll in carriage
A Sunday morning stroll down Hickory Street
She seats herself in front of the vanity mirror
And paints her lips, cheeks and lashes once and then again
She smacks her lipstick in place, smiles at her just pretend face
Playing grown up is her favourite game
All the neighbours greet her as Mrs. Murphy
And they fuss over her new born baby, Jill
On some occasions she will be invited in for tea
Mrs. Murphy is delightful company
And she will engage you thoroughly
With stories of her poor family's indulgences and sin
Rows of assorted necklaces sparkle
As from her throat they dangle showoffishly
She raises the skirt of borrowed dress lest she trip
Grabs the handbag with the zip
A child of seven going on thirty-three
I, incognito
Disguised personality
I hide, can't find, me
You are my savior and my special soul seeker,
You've unveiled me,
And unconfined me from my boundless illusions,
Free from this great fatuity;free from cloaking and suppressing.
Now, I am manumitted,
The veracity and the fact about the demon within my body,
You've conceived the reality,
You've seen me behind my veneer;the existence who was hiding for a long time.
This is me.....
A product of dispute and ignorance,enigma and sufferance,
A product of doubt and delusion,agony and demoralization,
A human of insanity and madness.
Have you seen the other being in me?
Take a gaze,
Of what I hate
Of what I love
Of who am I.....
The real me!!!
The great occult secret that was immured within my soul,
Now, do you imagine and see
Everything you desire.
Do what you want
Take a little glance
Have a glimpse
Stare at me...
Look at me....
***A Backward Poem***
A witness to screaming silence
Bloody visions of dreams in violence
A wishful trap to seduce
Hiding behind a door within recluse
Nothing becomes what already has
Reality unfreezing blowing past
Leaves that fall search for wind
Against thy fate your unable to defend
A scream by visions unable to sustain
Into the mouth of madness I seek to maintain
Whatever it takes is the key to pretend
Yet a brand new start forbidden to begin
Words that are said remain behind
Treasures forgot so easy to find
Beyond my lessons explain my reasons
Just as whispering winds change with seasons
I escape my pleasure and acquire so much pain
Everything to loose which is all to gain
Enslaving madness within a dream
Forever changing things that seem
Social insult becomes the only one
Mixed together escaping fun
I made a secret shop today...
Drove to downtown Tampa Bay
We dined for free, or so they say
It's a lot of work for meager pay...
Timing the waiter's every action
While noting each tiny infraction
Caused me plenty of dissatisfaction
That will be my final interaction...
Incognito
Incognito.
If I could travel the world in shadows
Think of the things I could see
A fly on the wall incognito
A chance to re write history
Shall I sneak through the corridors of power?
Listening in on our leaders so true
A ghostly knight of shimmering honesty
A sense of clarity for me and for you
I will spend all day at the fun fair
Sneak in the hall of mirrors for free
A thousand different reflections
But not one of them ever shows me
I could parachute straight into a circus
Camouflaged as clown or a bear
Perform all the tricks for a roaring crowd
But no one would even care
I shall run naked through the streets of my city
All laughter and joy to be free
I will mock all the crowds in the rat race
Bound up in their clothes and misery
The temptation to peek is a strong one
Must be wary and always take heed
Do not take advantage of others
Voyeurism not part of my creed
When I travel the world in shadows
Ill tell you all the things that I see
No need for a cloak or a magic ring
Because nobody ever sees me
The span interminable aeonia
glitter
stealthy as if in moonlight
blue to silverware
the grass sequester
Tip toes the indistinct
circumstance
summoning prescient
a moment
from a moment
tethers a heart to immolation
virtuoso in instincts
inspiration
Her passage lay silken summer flower heads
misty ephemeral on enchanted footsteps
there in Virgo
as a mere wisp she danced
all of mystery
sacred ember of hidden melody
octave, she says
remember me
Blossom of a sun
quiver every freedom
shudders she in aurora
awake
a sentients fingertip
invitation
In her secrets I breathe
ever lost between light and leaves
incantation weaves
implicit
a riddles rhyme to drink
suckle 'pon the geometries
of beauty
is, as of she
And I lay beneath every droplet of rain
I lay there within the symphony of a million ricochets
a tone played applause upon her octave
of nothings observation
and planetesimal entity be
from the Arco-Iris raise me
and I shall wander through the boulevard trees
upon the unstoppered plains of those highland peaks
children of the sun
claim our indefatigable right to be free
Perpetual now my insomnia
placid my so very tranquil
universal now, my I, so very still
atomized to the butterfly wings of China
merely the unwavering rhythms I breathe
A sea my mother is
cognisant of rooting earth
there in Virgo's mysteries
the memories of Cygnus she dances
hallowed embers of an incognito symphony
octave, she says
you will
yes you will
remember me
I gonna write something and You may thinks it's from me.
But You'll never be sure, unless You hear that from me.
I'll sign it and date it,allighn all of the words..
And spell it and check it for too curvey curves.
In hopes that you'll read.. maybe respell my words
But You'll near know that its really from me.
Unless I'm to tell You and You hear it from me.
So I hope that your watching,Your research- You've done
Are You paying attention? Have You seen in my soul.
Will You know where it's been hid?Do You know what I write like- when I'm on a roll?
I will give you clues,except to look for My name.
I won't leave You breadcrumbs,That's a rule in My game.
I want you talking and reading to find
The one that I've written- without my name behind.
RJM 2013
As They Danced Incognito
From where I sat that night in 1971,
I could see in the distance south LA,
Lit up like grounded stars in black mud;
As a rude wind brushed up against me,
I saw you wearing navy blue with black shoes.
You were at the Roxy with my best friend.
Making out in the back row with popcorn and ice.
Tears of rage filled the ego ducts for two dark hours.
Then Broten visited, sitting distant under crushed stars,
My young earth, shattered in haphazard fragments,
You flitted like a engorged fly away from me, and us,
Your silent watchings and downward betrayals then,
Killed whatever love-embraces connecting our moving souls,
Our bodies, always lying clenched and breathing in a tangle, your
Milk chocolate cupcakes set before me in the naked candlelight,
With salty, salivating tongue-lickings bringing you to rise in my arms.
We lay with spent emotions in the dark room with doors closed.
Now we exit the bricks and the mortar to spy on the seven sisters,
As they dance above incognito in the cold firmament of trackless time.
“I wish someday to go to sleep and not wake up in the morning.”
Sneaking in, sneaking out
as clever as a mouse.
Running here, running there
clearly gone without a care.
Sniffs up to the stars
shining light, shining bright.
Charming little creatures
till it comes to the night.
Savages, beasts, under their pearly white coats.
Black little buttons to match
their black little totes.
Dimpled little grin
Swallowing--swallowing your breath.
Never trust these little killers,
they always lead to death.
You feel special
Do you?
Life and soul
Are you?
Truth be told
You’re an actor
Darling
Playing a part
Who is the real you?
Moody
Non communicative
Demanding
Jealous
Yet,
I love you
This madness must be stopped.
so this guy goes to school
he knows what happened but keeps it cool
dreading the innevitable long day ahead
regreting the decision to get out of bed
takes the whispers in like a champ
attention drawn to him like a moth to a lamp
but he stays persistant and ignores the puns
he rules out suicide and forgets bringing guns
because he knows the truth and thats all that matters
he can live with rejection and all the chatter
even though he will have to live with out his child
which even the thought can drive a man wild
he has been stressed to the greatest of distortions
about his girlfriend's incognito abortion