Best Kept In The Dark Poems
Nested in the cat’s cradle
Paraded in a child’s fable
I have no voice, don’t let me die
No longer shall I live a lie
I have no soul nor thoughts to save
Unbeknownst to me is
this life beyond the grave?
A designer dainty as she
silky essence she creeps upon so free
and with sheer elegance
unveils a painted lady in a trance
Wake me before the dream ends
In this a lie I can’t depend
Ochre paint splat on walls
Tinted forewings so not to fall
Hindwings I hold up in pain
Fragile chitin, scales, and veins
Bleeding strokes of mango chutney
Opera gloves cobalt blue, cloak impunity
Wake me up! Before I drop
Still asleep, a standing prop
And when I open my eyes
I’ll have wings like butterflies
The bitter truth sounds insane
Blends of electronic elements
Mesh makes perfect sense distasteful
Nestled neatly prim and graceful
Kept in the dark where it’s unfair
Wake me lest I vanish in thin air
In my dream a translucent permanence
I stand alone and have woken an evanescence
kept in the dark
through a crack in the wall
i’ve seen the ray of sun
my heart longs to burst
silenced forever
my soul yearns to soar
imprisoned since
the beginning of time
i write poetries
because my words
need a voice
even in the void of silence
launched into the universe
my voice reverberates loud
whether or not
anyone cares to hear it
i’ve said my bit
my part is done
my pen is the sword
that defends my garden
from the overgrown weeds
out to smother
what makes me unique
I write poetries
to no longer live
in the shadows
of silence
i write poetries
because i have
something to say
Published in PoetrySoup's second anthology "PS: It's Still Poetry - An Anthology of Contemporary Poetry from Around the World" Paperback – January 1, 2022
Read on air by invitation ~ April 7, 2021 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on August 30, 2022 for contest I WRITE BECAUSE sponsored by ANOUCHEKA GANGABISSOON - RANKED 5th
I am MacDougal's parrot, he taught me how to speak,
Whenever i repeat an obscene word, he chides, excuse your beak.
It happens when folk ask him, if i'm his cockatoo,
I'll fly into an awful rage, that's when the air turns blue.
He also has a butler, his name is Mister Ree,
Where the only time MacDougal talks, is sitting on his knee.
We are now entertainers, with unscripted repartee,
Where all our jokes backfire, upon the stooge, that's me.
I say, he says, let's holiday, i think i'll fly by air,
Then proffers me a bag of nuts, then says i'll meet you there.
But offstage we're the best of friends, together every day,
And listen to the radio, on stations where they play
The music from our favourite shows, where MacDougal's passions ballet,
While i am quite the opposite, for i'm more Tin Pan Alley.
We read the morning papers, and discuss the daily news,
Where we both agree to differ, and air our different views.
But slowly my suspicions grow, is there something i have missed,
Could MacDougal be a dummy, and Mister Ree his ventriloquist.
I would be disappointed, if it's reality,
Where MacDougal only could exist, with Ree's ability.
9/ 3/ 2018.
In her soft, calloused hand, she holds the unwritten letters,
As her ears ring, with unheard love songs, and tender words unspoken
His shallow poems of love so deep, in sweet bitterness resounds
And hover above her, like snakes on the ground
She had been so careless with each cautious step
But now, he then revealed too many secrets kept
She had been kept in the dark, that shined with unseen visions
And now was her time to make undecided conclusions
Her dry eyes weep gladly, with tears of such sorrow
She hopes for sweet raindrops with clear skies tomorrow
Her memory is keen with passion's forgotten voices
She has learned new wisdom now...taught with reckless choices
The sadness she suffers, displayed with her smile
Never was such love that is here for awhile
As their love dwindled down to the stars in the sky
She had asked for the truth, and would wait for the lie
What's been here all along, did not happen at all
In tomorrow's sweet springtime, that came with yesterday's fall
All his letters tossed away, lie bundled here before her
With the cold of the summer, flies the warm winter's air
Although the loss does not hurt, the pain crushes severely
And now her clouded eyes can see it all, so dimly, yet so clearly
_____________________
OXYMORON CONTEST
Temptation, leaky parts
The erratic behavior of
Industrial, copper hearts
Kept in the dark , despairing,
The dysfunctional silence
pumps through the grid,
Anonymous, incomplete
Too vast to forbid and
Ambiguous too. Herders,
Hurricane force baiters
Consolidate the prize,
Surround it with walls,
Aggregation, spiritual
Splinters burned for heat
and the wrapped nutrition
consumed under close
medical supervision,
embalmment, drip by drip
boredom, idle playrooms,
innovations, round trip
exploitations, the outer
wall get steeper and
against our good nature,
I’ll be jumping soon.
The Gift I give to you today ever so bold
Kept bound tight forever There it does go
Wrapped securely with paper of metallic gold
Kept safe and sound from dangers untold
Tied up with beautiful red ribbons and bows
The Gift has been sitting high upon a shelf
Kept There for so long just unto myself
Not touched or groped and never for sell
Kept a secret from those with cards undealt
Collecting history and inches of dust unfelt
The Gift has aged over a long period of time
Kept There for someone deep in my mind
Thinking that person impossibly elusive to find
Kept guarded to all the turns and twists unkind
Because it cannot be seen by those who are blind
The Gift I give you has no ultimate price
Kept in the dark and cold There sitting on ice
So willing to be be in a space so cool and nice
Kept hidden far away from knives that will slice
And just unwrapping the package will not suffice
The Gift once undone cannot be returned
Kept protected from all fires that could burn
Guard it dearly because now it's your turn
Kept deep inside There is my heart you will learn
Open The Gift because it is for you that it yearns
Dedicated to Bruce Allen Williams this day August 1st 2010
I am a child of this broken generation.
An era where the leaders are the main concentration focused upon all of these
negative allegations.
I speak on behalf of the youth of our nation when I say that we the people, are the
on creation.
The one race that's the continuous face of the repetitive disgrace the keeps building
on the path of destruction.
The path of corruption fueled by child abduction, negative seduction, poverty, greed,
complete chaos.
A world where the desperate bleed.
A famous man said he had a dream.
Made the biggest change the world has ever seen.
And how do we repay?
We were supposed to be heading a good way.
Why has the world become so dark?
Why have we as the people become the dot under a question mark.
I just want to know, why?
Everywhere, everyday, every other hour,
we question such things as the beauty of a flower.
Why do issues in life try to keep us in the dark?
I ask, can we have a new start?
Or do we continue living in this world full of terror, hatred, preparing for a cataclysm
that we created.
Where is the love? Why is there hate?
Going at this rate, do you think its too late?
Can we make a change that will range from one age to the next?
A change that will correct hundreds of years of disrespect?
Look at life from a different aspect.
But I just want to know, how?
How were kept in the dark.
Stuck inside our mind is the power of a question mark.
Listen: I rate this "R" for Real.
Real for people who have no meals.
Real for people who can't see clear.
Real for those who are no longer here.
Listen to the real that's in this art.
Give this praise, hope for those in the dark.
May this become the spark that saves us from this world ran by question marks.
"Birthed some 65 years ago
Born when retardation was a common fear-feared
captured gathered up like lost sheep or cattle
some medicated some placed in confinement
kept in the dark, people squawked at a lot",
~
"I was made the oldest, alto yet I was the youngest
I was his co-caretaker
Spent a lot of my grade school days..
The first 6 years staying home with him
While my mother and father worked
For you see my brother was born
Blind and retarded
And one month premature and incubator baby"
~
"My brother, yes I have a blind-man for a brother;
Where as with just one play of a song on the radio;
Retained it instantly, memorize simply, could sing it alone/along;
Musically could have easily have been another Stevie Wonder,"
"And with mom and dad both now been dead;
For longer than 30 to 40 years;
On this day I celebrate the birth of my brother
Joseph;
Blessed happy 65th birthday;"
~Joseph Allen Lee~
Requiem in your false hope
Laying flat on your back praying for death
Shut your eyes and everything else out
Drown your reality and float on what you feel is necessary
If you feel it then it’s right
You know that pulse that shocks your system and you lose sight
People laugh in others expense at something not understood because that’s what it’s meant to be
Ill informed perpetually abused for the fact that you’re being kept in the dark
Letting demons breathe and walk around in the daytime
Smiling at looking down at their watch
Waiting for your biggest moment that is being held back a grade to learn more humiliation and disappointment
Looking into the future how might it seem?
Will the hierarchy have become supreme?
Will bio warfare become the norm?
Mutations of viruses in all shapes and form.
Will government rule, with no liberty left?
Where one’s identity, might well be bereft?
Where everyone’s tracked, for their safety of course,
And the fear ensures a need to endorse.
Will China continue its exotic trade,
Leaving a threat that another virus might just invade?
Where control is complete meaning we’re kept in the dark
And reliance on welfare leaves a picture too stark!
Will the pharmaceuticals sit on their throne
With billions to fund epidemics unknown?
Where conglomerates are narrowed to just the few
Who take full control over me and you?
Will 2020 be the point in our past,
Where we knew our freedoms would never last?
Or will we learn that our existence is more
Than the worldly goods we’re desperate to store?
Will we free ourselves and learn the truth?
Admit our world had become rather uncouth
And it took an epidemic to see the light
That humanity on Earth need not be a blight!
That this pandemic we currently face
Was not the end of the human race
And people fought the tyranny of old
Thus, an Orwellian future did not take hold!
I am the beautiful soul kept in the dark
I am the spark of honesty
I am the treasure of piety
I am the truth of all, rejected by most
I do not take pride, nor do I boast
I am a man seeking to purify himself
I am a woman seeking to beautify herself
I am the man feeding the poor
I am the hero fighting your war
I am the essence of charity
I am the peace following verity
I am the ultimate sacrifice
I am the love which will suffice
I am the tear of remembrance flowing down your face
I have no color, no gender, and no race
I am the way of life you wanted to embrace
I am everything you never were.
We looked at the world through rose-colored glasses,
sped through the night under blue moons,
parked in cars and gave boys the green light.
Explored gray areas, dreamed of golden boys,
painted the town red and got caught red-handed.
We saw adult freedoms and were green with envy,
we experienced blackouts (I’m talkin’ to you 151 rum),
swam in black water alone and talked to strangers,
told little white lies, yet somehow, we didn’t die young.
I think of college students as dyed-in-the-wool adults.
The grass always looked greener on the adult side,
and we’re tickled pink not to be infantilized any more.
We’ll show the world our true colors
and pass college with flying colors.
Life won't be handed to us on silver platters,
we’ll get white collar jobs.
Of course, as adults, we’ll have to deal with red tape,
and we can’t be yellow-bellied or try to whitewash things.
We’ll stay out of the red or sing the blues.
We’ll stay off the yellow lines, seek golden opportunities,
attend black tie events, obey the golden rule, avoid pink slips,
support our men in blue and look for silver linings.
Adulthood sounds exhausting.
On the positive side, I’m told adults practice safe sex.
Practice means what it’s always meant - right?
Is that why adults go to bed so early?
Besides, as adults, we won’t be kept in the dark anymore,
and we’ll get to chase rainbows!
All hail for the Red, White, and Blue
I always thought I'd spend it with you
but now it's here and you are gone
and I'm spending it all alone
That's okay for at least I know
I can count on me wherever I go
to always be true and always there
which is more than I can say for you, my dear
No more wondering and kept in the dark
if we'll be together or grow apart
You showed your colors ever so true
and all you left me with is blue
I wished I'd known so many months ago
that you would leave me when I needed you most
One day you'll need someone too
and they will leave you with only blue
So think real hard next time you run
about all the things that you have done
Who will be there in the end
Happy Independence day, my friend
lying hidden in the lies of answers,
buried deep in all secret of secrecies.
faded in the faint future;
so out of touch and unsure,
kept in the dark for selfish reason,
never to changed for a moral lesson.
tired of the lying game;
so wild and untame,
threatened with every hard real reality,
attempts of closure with no simplicity.
fronting with the fake attitude,
maligned with your own agenda.
trapped with no truth,
creating your own lost saga.
brooding with your own nature of creed,
discovering your own egostistical way of living.
wrapped around in unforeseen darkness;
blemish and rendered,
wanted helpless.
ending up with no real genuine right of conduct,
an act of insecurity with no real end product.
Alone without you around,
Why can't you just stay here with me,
I know its best that we separate,
But I can't handle this feeling of being free,
You've help through tough times,
Times where I felt stressed,
Relaxed me when I needed you,
Especially the times I was a mess,
Calmed me down,
From when I was angry and pissed,
I HATE YOU!
Why does it have to end like this?,
I miss your scent,
I loved the way you smelled,
Nobody knew what was on my mind,
But only, ONLY you were the one that can tell,
I miss holding you,
Inhaling you,
Feeling you inside me,
Can I have just one more time?,
I need you!
Please don't leave me,
I don't want you to go,
I'm sorry,
Will you come back?,
No! No! No!
I don't want you,
I can't have you,
You keeping hurting me,
Giving you too many chances,
This time I have to leave,
Because if I don't do it now,
Then you will only stop me from trying to achieve,
You kept in the dark,
While my girls played in the light,
I lost time dealing with you,
When I could of done something else with my life,
Today I end this with a goodbye,
I hope we never meet again,
I'm taking my life back,
And ending us as friends,
No more smelling like you,
No more losing my breath,
I am finally free,
Until that day comes upon my death,