Best Indiscrete Poems
A Shattered Peace
(as a privileged white man searches his soul)
A shot rang out that gave a fright
and shattered peace in dark of night.
For just a while I gave a pause
then ventured out to seek the cause.
I saw a shadow in the dark
as I approached the city park;
the cop stood tall and at his feet
a young black man lay in the street.
"He tried to run," the sheriff said;
reported crimes from which he fled.
(‘twas later found upon research,
the man was heading home from church.)
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I noted it to be dark red,
the pool of blood beneath his head;
a shocking moment to define,
it’s color was the same as mine.
Are we that different, he and I,
this inbred guilt which you imply?
For which he died, his only sin
‘twas darkened pigment of his skin.
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How many times must this repeat
these black men dying in the street?
How many times must this repeat
these senseless shootings indiscrete?
How many times must this repeat
until our bias we defeat?
‘tis in our soul the answers lie,
and in the hearts of you and I.
June 21, 2020
Categories:
indiscrete, racism,
Form:
Rhyme
permeates
ah yes my sweet,
the bloody heat,
permeates and thrills,
transfixed beguiled,
entranced awhile,
a steamy tale it builds,
explosive in its ending style,
deflating the hard inner child,
so subtle sweet, yet indiscrete,
who at the ending smiled.
re: 'Public Enemy -The Haiku-'
for p.d. who aint blue,
blessings babe from me 2u...
Don Johnson
Categories:
indiscrete, adventure,
Form:
Rhyme
What’s left of Octavia glides down the hall
Past the portraits she painted in life,
Now framed in mahogany, rosewood, and oak,
And they’re hers for the haunting tonight.
She looks for the canvas she started the day
Her desire became indiscrete;
A nude on a balcony under the moon.
It was one she would never complete.
What’s left of Octavia passes the wall
Where her art is the featured display,
Recalling advances she made in the past
That went far beyond being risqué.
She goes to the window and conjures the scene
As it happened those long years before,
And thinks of the model who posed for her then;
A temptation too ripe to ignore.
What’s left of Octavia mourns what she’s lost
Like a dreamer deprived of her dream.
Her husband threw open the studio door
To discover her subject and theme.
He looked at the model, he looked at his wife,
And he saw what a fool he had been
To blindly indulge her artistic pursuits,
Which she took as occasion to sin.
A new moon at midnight. She whispers a name.
Her face in the shadows, a study in pain.
Still searching for what she can never regain,
And she’s out on a haunting tonight.
What’s left of Octavia longs for the time
She felt anything other than numb.
The smell of the paint and the feel of the brush
Being foreign to what she’s become.
A specter deprived of the flavor of life.
An obsession that won’t fade away.
A monochrome canvas, a faintly drawn sketch
From a palette with ten shades of gray.
What’s left of Octavia stands on the ledge,
And considers the landscape below.
The moment of impact still fresh in her mind,
Because time has not softened the blow.
Her family gathered to lay her to rest,
And the ring was removed from her hand.
Though people would gossip, and ponder her fate,
There are none who in truth understand.
What’s left of Octavia comes to him now,
Late at night when he puts on her ring.
A family heirloom entrusted to him
When he married his lover last spring.
He stands in the dark as she enters the room,
And the séance is set to begin.
She watches him pose, while he takes off his clothes,
With her brushstrokes caressing his skin.
Confessions at midnight. She whispers a name.
Her face in the shadows, a study in pain.
Still searching for what she can never regain,
But he's hers for the haunting tonight.
Categories:
indiscrete, allegory, art, gothic,
Form:
Lyric
Shots served by Anthony’s Weiner
Are wrong and reflect bad demeanor
These tweets indiscrete
His wife Uma did cheat
And she'll take him to the cleaner
Author's note: My wife and I were talking about the fact that the congressman needs to feel
as though he is loved by many women. This is likely because he suffers from low self
esteem. A problem from childhood that was never addressed--just undressed.
Categories:
indiscrete, funnywife,
Form:
Limerick
You said that you loved,
Though, I told you that you were lost,
Instead I was shoved.
You were in state of lust...
Where have all feelings gone?
Why has all innocence ceased?
Where has cherishment gone?
Why has all the laughter ceased?
Where has your hope gone?
Did you ever hear what I told you?
Did you ever understand?
Did you ever listen to what we played?
Did you ever comprehend?
Did you ever read what I wrote you?
Did you ever let in what the stupid world said?
Did we play just to become pawns in your game?
Did we get this far just to feel the hate?
My expectations deceived,
I wish I was totally happy,
Give me your reasons,
Give me a reason for all that was done,
Give me a reason to turn and run from this...
You said that you loved,
Instead you were in state of lust,
Give me a reason, why would you lie?
This was not discussed,
Why did you feed on me?
I was deceived by your indiscrete mind,
I was crushed by your hidden hypocrisy...
There were times I standed for you,
There were times I would have died for you,
The worst part of this is looking back again.
Know that your hate, left you without a hand to hold,
Know that when freedom seems out of my reach,
I will fight for self-liberty...
The conversations took a sudden turn,
And, now you are an unwanted thorn,
There's a poison drop now.
You wanted to earn more than you can bestow,
You were insatiable,
Because you were blinded by greed and lust...
Why has all innocence disappeared?
Where have all the feelings gone?
You were wanting what your eyes can't see,
Needing what your arms can't reach,
Hearing what your ears can't hear,
Feeling what you can't even touch...
Would you mind if I killed you?
Would I mind to get harmed?
Would I mind if you try to break my heart?
What have you done now?
You wanted trust, but you lied,
You wanted help, but you got lost,
You missed me when I scattered...
You swore an oath,
But still you were blinded by your greed and lust.
Why are we missed when the world is fading by human fault?
Why are we loved only when everything is gonna be gone?
Categories:
indiscrete, betrayal, dark, emotions, heartbroken,
Form:
Free verse
Notice
in silent anticipations
softening distinctions
empower fluidity,
blending Language
Culture
Communication,
symbol recreating systems.
Consider
how apparent differences
between discrete word choices
may also nonverbally spread
across indiscrete relationships
dividing and regathering
LeftBrain verbally dominant
embodied Natural
severed from abstract Spiritual
RightHand Body dominating communion
over RightMind wisdom communication
Where "RightBrain" sensation
flows information
non-segregation
celebration
from root-chakra throbbing Source
for making sacred sense
of metaphysical nonsensory distinctions
Nonverbal noticed communications
flow up to capital-headed eyes
centered right and left
in-between bicameral ears
and bilateral nostrils
and bipartisan sides
of internally/externally conflicted
red health and green wealth
mouths
Disrespecting everyday lives
next door ins and outs
of sacred felt empowering
black rabbit holes
engaging verbally renouned
enlightening binomial poles.
I notice too
two sensory felt nondifferences
between responsible MotherTree Pride
of deep nurturing
mutually communing Meaning
And victimized minoriTrees
reacting in defense
against
LeftBrain verbal Othering
smothering
not bothering
blustering
Disabling win/win potential communication
and enlightened health-care language
and inclusive empowering enculturation
Which could more positively invite
mutual EarthTribe regard,
expressions,
full mind-bodied
spiritual natures
of indigenously felt
compassion
beauty
integrity
dignity
serenity
curiosity
musicality
humanity
The NonOthering Side
for preventing pathology
Categories:
indiscrete, community,
Form:
Political Verse
Stargazer, Hatchnet, Fangtooth
Fish sticks
Little acts of indiscrete gluttony
Mankind is special
Given a globe of elemental genius
Moulded
An uncivil pile of clay
Intended for the king’s plate
Made into a steel girdle
Creaking and cracking to hold his girth
© Samir Georges 2009
Categories:
indiscrete, people, philosophy
Form:
Free verse
We find solace in silent solitude.
Times are hard, revenge is sweet.
We lay our sins about your feet,
for what is sin without platitude?
After all, our molt so indiscrete
of one’s outer self to interlude
of decadent self indulgent attitude
in plain view of casuals we meet.
Laughingly feed those on the street
caterwauling of the vicissitudes,
to admit the two of us too crude
in our desire, to suppress the seat
of abnormality in our tete a tete.
© Feb 2012 Charles Henderson
Categories:
indiscrete, romance, self, self,
Form:
Rhyme
If you look
at the written books
you'll see
the future clear as can be.
Dreamers, writers, visionaries of the past
could reveal the present before it was cast.
Between the pages and the lines
was the direction of all mankind.
Nature falls back in fearful retreat
as man foolishly experiments indiscrete.
Where have we been, where are we going
what lies ahead without our knowing?
It's in the books, all openly revealed
of God's power which we long to steal.
Written in and on the stars
where are we going, what are we doing, how far?
The question is ever the same
not can we but should we refrain?
We are not gods, never meant to be
only children still tempted by the knowledge tree.
Categories:
indiscrete, allusion, creation, future,
Form:
Rhyme
Chilled from the midnight cold,
as I stroll wrapped in cavalier,
wondering if the world has something to spare,
But life once was...
a beautiful pasifier we all use,
can you imagine us all in Rome,
with wine and necktor,
making love beneath the pillars,
and watching Gladiators,
and yet...home is where we sleep,
catching myths with nothing to keep.
And in the hour of darkness,
we whisper endless seas of laughter,
beckoning to others intent,
The interest dwindles as we get closer,
and the asumption we all give,
well-I guess I'm one in the same,
wading across the sand fading nowhere,
day dreaming and acting like fools,
do I feel strong,with you,incredibly,
beneath it all,I guess I can drink wine too,
while everyone is here and dither.
Though I disagree,
and the moonlight shifts,
watching within myself,
as the cob webs become rust,
and the rain falls free,
I find the corner an end to our trust,
feeling mahogany bordom in every eye I meet,
The Anthem of our Song,
embelishes us and we become indiscrete,
while the hopes of deliverance binds our hands,
and we all feel we are free.
Categories:
indiscrete, lifewine,
Form:
The past few days have been okay,
However, I anxiously await the day,
That the other shoe will inevitably drop.
That your love for me will eventually stop.
You tell me I am silly, yet I sometimes smother,
I wonder if that is the reason your heart found another.
You tell me it was a gigantic mistake,
Yet it was my heart that you were to break.
You say you love me and that you did not cheat,
Yet, your love and affection were indiscrete.
You may not have shared your body with her,
Yet, betrayal by you most certainly did occur.
I am trying daily to forgive,
Yet, the heartbreak I somehow relive.
I do not want you or I to be lonely,
Is it too much to ask to be your one & only?
I love you with all my heart,
Though not the case at our start.
You slowly chipped away at my walls,
Until I heard all your heartfelt calls.
Please just give me some time,
To try to get over your shocking crime.
I am trying to see all this through
As I am still genuinely in love with you!
Categories:
indiscrete, forgiveness, relationship,
Form:
Heroic Couplet
Drifting toward me soundlessly
Passing by unfortunately
Stopped and speaking quiet sighs
Holding gaze from blue iced eyes
Tell me you thoughts…
Flirtatious spiced in sultry velvet
Freezing within doubt steeled moment
Hopeful yearning wonting back
Inhaling deep that silken attack
Tell me your intent…
Somber temper clenched and cold
Composing volumes aches untold
Bestowing warmth a pure intent
Overflowing with restraint spent
Tell me your burden…
Words indiscrete the vision you spy
Adrenaline rushing contempt you belie
Beloved ardor enforces the signs
Perpetual phantom in eyes of your mind
Tell me your dreams…
Prismatic splashes your colors reside
Vulnerable fear in brushstroke you hide
No utterance bestowed can force in appall
Depart with restraining reveal me your all
Tell me everything…
Categories:
indiscrete, friendship, hope, inspirational, introspection,
Form:
Verse
Voices in my head
Fashion fears I dread
Too many regrets
Guilty pleasures fret
Uncertainty hurls
Crash of hostile swirls
Fear feeds silly hate
Ideals bleed too late
Here with swift frenzy
Curb thought forms crazy
Blurring drama flush
Sudden instincts gush
Spicy and hot taste
Savoury plots haste
Voices now dig deep
Faces that still weep
Question how love fares
Indiscrete such cares
Leon Enriquez
30 November 2014
Singapore
Categories:
indiscrete, change,
Form:
Couplet
Streets are long,
here where the town shifts into
linear ranks of commercial blocks
out-pacing the moving cars.
This is America most everywhere.
All that can be seen from a car screen
lays its naked desires out
in the pale meat of the indiscrete.
Strip Malls blot a Lego landscape,
corrosive ribbons stretching on
to a somewhere just the same.
Nail salons and 'gentleman's' clubs
signs of a bankrupted and built-in
redundancy.
An undertone of yellowing urinal reek.
This dream we made to be us,
always finding what we seek.
Categories:
indiscrete, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
It must be written on the wind,
those ancient prophecies
of time immemorial and its hymn,
repeating the rise and the fall
of spring rain and summer dew
floating in the fallen leaf hues;
here it comes again in fall of rain
hazy torrential downpour streams
pumpkin and chrysanthumum dreams
with color palettes indiscrete
crimson reds and festive oranges
faded greens and yellowed brown beats;
slipping into shadows of midday gloom
and the quiet stillness of the autmn fall
where neither sun nor flower bloom
ready now for winter sleep
as all life rests in momentary pause
in wait of thanksgiving and Christmas treats;
in the solitary seasons hush
memory recalls the times long gone
as nature paints the earth with its newest brush.
Categories:
indiscrete, autumn, seasons,
Form:
Rhyme