Best Masquerade Poems
I went to my closet
To pick out a mask
Many to choose from
Am I up for the task?
The image of sensitivity
Or do I want to appear strong
Maybe the mask of co-operation
I can pretend to get along
Do I dare go with ugly
Can I pull off being mean?
Perhaps I can go with sexy
Or try dawning obscene
This mask that is two faced
I have had it on before
It got me in trouble
I won't wear it any more
What about pious
The mask of a saint
Or maybe this clown
Colored with paint
I wouldn't mind being a hero
At least for one day
I could be a philosopher
If I had something to say
All of these masks
Here in my pile
I think I will discard them
Just be myself for a while
Creeping creepy creepers, the crawling trellis
jutting out of everywhere
snaking through country and metropolis
twisting turning in floral bliss
but more like snakes that hiss
But in quietude feign death for self-defense!
Weeping willows with an unreal surreal sorrow
weeping tears of dew onto the silted furrow.
Perhaps weeping for bretheren felled
in deforestations and land clearings in
my imaginations of the call to preservation.
Against ethnic cleansing of greenery for selfish building
As per man's construction for mere recreation
Velvety-green tear- stained faces or rather foliage
When dew is stuck on them as nature's trinkets of pearls.
And over there touch-me-nots swaying coyly
like prim and proper maidens
in the fantastic floral gardens.
And what in the world is this case?
Imitation flowery in place of imitation jewellery?
Yeah, thats poinsettia in a vase
Leaves in the disguise of flowers
Its actual flowers relegated to backstage.
And ethereal fairy-slippers await their never coming wearers
and Indian pipes to be admired by Red Indian sightseers.
Oh and here's another spectacle- but sniper tactics this time
Yikes! Let the naive insect world beware!
Whilst the bloodthirsty killers lie in ambush
Those camouflaged jungle guerrillas
or should we say the venus fly-traps!
Or a more harmless one yet mimicking the scary
A snap-dragon flora, its mouth opening and snapping shut.
Then watch that mega-sized jumbo giant flora
The world's largest flower
No stems, no leaves, plant-eater plant, rafflesia.
Is it too much for the faint-hearted ha ha.
And wow now watch that incredible costume, oh my!
A flower masked as some pesky fly!
None other than the remarkable fly orchid.
And yet another, the silent music of the fiddlenecks
Fiddles as if for the light-weight fairies.
And lastly not forgetting ofcourse
the sky-blue unforgettable forget-me-nots
A memorable bouquet but themselves devoid of memory.
Ah nature lover poets if you wish to view
more of flora in a fancy dress masquerade
Go ahead and flip through the pages of
a botanical, floral
horticultural
pictorial journal.
And see for yourself the fantastic flora's charade
or else imagine them dressed as a floral renegade!
Pretending can be a bold form of experimentation
and inventiveness. In pretending joy or happiness,
we may discover or enhance our capacity for it.
Harriet Lerner
Lord Leofric: The waging of war is man’s affair
Lady Godiva: Then wage war in your way, M’Lord,
and I’ll wage war in mine
Movie, Lady Godiva of Coventry (1955)
MASQUERADE
Quivers the man traversing the icescape.
Queen dominates the saddle with her eyes.
Size five, bare, narrow feet melt snowy floor.
Masquerade - his wife dreamy in disguise.
Flesh, smooth as ice rink, after zamboni.
Warm hearth behind the seven veils of d’sire.
Godiva tresses descend to her knees.
Bright red lips, parting flames, a flute of fire.
Singes where cherry makes contact...shivers
and moans like Winter Nor’easter through trees.
Memories malleable — tongue to ink.
Lobe, neck, thighs surrender to cold night tease.
Quiet warmth underneath the satin sheets.
His eyes wide open - concedes his defeat.
2/1/2021
Sensual Poetry
Sponsor: Charlotte Puddifoot
HMS Line 1 lists icescape as 3 syllables but it is 2
Living in a masquerade
Hiding our truths in the shade
Veiled Behind electronic devices
The Physical world Minimises
Concealed behind a blue and white light
No melatonin released at night
Our brains don’t accept it’s time to sleep
And every day we’re on repeat
A vicious cycle ceases to stop
When hid behind our phones and lap top
Wanting to be something we’re not
Living life through a mobile robot
Pupils straining , brains rearranging
Photograph your food , words misconstrued
We used to wear watches and read paper maps
Took photos with cameras , had real contact
We spent Summer days out in the fresh air , riding our bikes with the wind in our hair
Simulation , stimulation lost inside a lie
Isolation, modification , apps that beautify
Lacking essential social skills
Online Casino gives you thrills
Book shops closing , hackers disclosing
Filters , snaps of zombies posing
Selfie sticks and brains decomposing
Judging ourselves With an air of self loathing
Expectations of Instant gratification
Vulnerable souls face Victimisation
Predators and bullies target their prey
Illicit pictures on display
Conversations overthrown
Surrounded by people
Yet still quite alone
With one selfish text lives become wrecked
Took your eyes off the road just for a sec
Sirens arriving , little chance of surviving
All because of your self-absorbed driving
We hold it dearer than humanity
Ignorant and lost at sea
We need to find our way back to land
And release these crutches from our hands
if I could see you, one time,
the way you dress
If I could see you as you are
the way God made you in
the dress of Eve
the way you may silently weep
but all I see is masquerade
all I see here is deceit
if I could hear you, one time,
the way you speak
if you have anything to say
sing me a song however
quietly
won't you come step out of the shade
'cause all I see is masquerade
and all that I hear is masquerade
'caught between a very tight space and a
long length of time
I've no use for anything that's not
completely mine
take back your olive branch,
your bird of freedom,
mountain highs and valley lows
pomp n circumstance in
need of reason
trim n prune that bloody rose
'cause all I see is masquerade
all I see here is deceit
if I could see you, one time,
the way you are
The dawn of anticipated darkness,
Pierces these gilded walls.
The smoulder of sinister heat arising-
An entombment of dreams.
Let us raise our chalices of stars
To toast these woodland creatures emerging.
From beyond the drapes of tasseled velvet,
Through the seeps by light of moon.
Find the phantoms that dwell in lit shadows;
They stray to the rhythm of unwhispered truths.
Is this magic that lifts these masks afloat?
Oh, look around! There’s one more behind you!
I behold you, silken facade,
By glimpses across the candelabra.
Do you feel the coming
Of our night’s story awaiting a beginning.
Take care to not unmask these veils
For no revelations should come alight.
As our hands embrace and we glide,
Feigning ignorance in only this night.
She comes to me impalpable.
A courtesan of crimson red dreams.
Her words fall from her lips in ethereal melodies.
Pulling my twine to seal the seams.
The nature of her existence,
Whispering along the hue of my suspended form.
Her voice becomes substantial to my eyes.
She recreates images of a thunderstorm.
Lightning cracked as she portrayed,
A landscape engulfed by dark clouds with no rain.
Beneath the canopy people danced a masquerade.
The music played on as they stepped their sin.
Entering among them, a mask upon my face,
An aching search ebbing within.
There through the crowd soft brown eyes met my gaze.
She swam through the dancing sea taking my hand.
We began to merge our steps; souls ablaze.
There adrift the violin of the forgotten land.
The reason for our creation became known.
As we held each other in such a caring way.
Something between us had secretly grown.
We would remain dancing together. Forever and a day.
MASQUERADE
Promenade and step!
He as Romeo she as Juliet
Whirled about wildly in the dance
Met they both – just bumping – by chance
Promenade and step!
Look away without fear
At she ‘neath white mask
Would she dance with him dare he ask?
On suffocating, noisy crowd!
Each with secrets
Each yearning
Protected as by shroud
Promenade and step!
Music so lively
Champagne and wine
Drunken dance three quarter time
No telling saintly from infamous
Nor telling dark from light
Careless dancers
Candles so bright
Promenade and step!
Bold and free from alarm
Costume and voice their only charms
Two now met in each other’s arms
\
A masquerade party
ever since 2005
The hosts floated balloons
partygoers thrived
The masks ripped off now
Jews beheaded and raped
by those who disavow
that they're half-human
~ half-ape
"Passionate Masquerade"
a romantic interlude evolved to torrid love affair
taut triangle, impossible to win,
we played our parts as flimsy as candlelight din
heartache would stain, vicariously, all those unaware.
secret rendezvous excited two bodies, bare,
feelings fulfilled at the expense of sin
whispered words of tender love and passion wearing thin
throwing caution to the wind without thought or care.
selfishly, we fed our lust in secluded hideaway
emotions tend to fool lovers entangled in web of lies,
cracks in tapestry swallow sweet joy like threads that fray
disruptions caused by clumsy alibis,
a happy home, dismantled, by a wanton stray
romance has exited as swiftly as once 'twas wrought with sighs.
*For Black-Eyed Susan's Any Poem Again Contest.
*Sept. 27, 2012.
Private Masquerade
Theme is "Trust in Him"
An invite to all
of those who know Him
and Believe in Him
Remember that
he's in control
Life has its ups
Life has its downs
Trials are just
a test of
your Faith. So
Put ALL
Trust in
HIM.
"The Honey Masquerade in Delta"
Love and Lust
ignores
ALL
The Others dissolve
who cares, Lovers don't -
Lovers are in a world of their own
Lovers dance
through shadows
Love and Lust
play their own game
Unafraid, they play
Day into Night
Night into Day
Burning sweet like toffee
they play,
The Honey Masquerade
In a World of their Own
The Wheel of Fortune calls
Venus Spins
Freedom
Delta lies her land flat
triangle shaped
beckoning
Free,
but now
Honey Trapped
Apollo runs her like a River
Out to Sea
Love like a poem
sweet vibed and ripe
Lust like a bandit
challenges Love
and ignoring
ALL
Lust takes the shiny, juicy Apple
and temptingly whispers to Love …
"Come, take a bite."
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
"Behind The Wheel"/ Depeche Mode
https://youtu.be/cHpApC0oSCw
"His life rushes onward in such torrential rhythm that...
only angels and devils can catch the tempo of it.”
Anais Nin
“I prefer empty cages, Sabina,
until I find a unique bird I once saw in my dreams.”
Anaïs Nin, A Spy in the House of Love
"One discovers that destiny can be diverted,
that one does not have to remain in bondage
to the first wax imprint made on childhood sensibilities.
Once the deforming mirror has been smashed,
there is a possibility of wholeness.
There is a possibility of joy.”
Anais Nin
"Good things happen to those who hustle."
Anais Nin
“The one thing we can never get enough of is love.
And the one thing we never give enough of is love.”
Henry Miller
“Anaïs, I don't know how to tell you what I feel.
I live in perpetual expectancy.
You come and the time slips away in a dream.
It is only when you go that I realize completely your presence.
And then it is too late.
You numb me. [...]
This is a little drunken, Anaïs.
I am saying to myself,
"here is the first woman with whom I can be absolutely sincere."
Henry Miller
.... obviously, too much whiskey ....
"Delta of Venus"/ Anais Nin
All this is a masquerade.
Everyone’s hiding behind their masks…
Words are easily written, but they can pretend
letting others believe in rainbows
…when in reality,
tempests are the norm, hounding their souls
All this is a masquerade
An air of indifference
is all he exudes
when inside his emotions are molten
Never quite knowing how to reveal himself
his mask full of thorns, broken
All this is a masquerade
And there she glows
with a light about her
When inside she is black as tar
Her mask crumbles, she hastens to touch it up
but the darkness within starts to seep through the cracks
All this is a masquerade
People never do show their true selves
Hiding behind masks, masking words to hide
Words are easily spoken,
emotions can be under pretense
The cynic can be a hypocrite
and the hypocrite is a cynic
All this is a masquerade.
07212011342p400
for Nette's It's Mask Time contest
It's a masquerade in the square,
where throngs of people strut;
ladies cleverly hide their hair
and lips smeared with pistachio nut.
My domino is of dark red;
I have escaped from Hell
to deceive the ones who are sad,
who follow the wrong trail.
Amid the crowd someone I seek:
that soul whose need is love;
I can deceive with looks so meek...
for how long can I rove?
Through dark streets and under bridges
I'll find that pretty one,
the one who has very soft curves
and desires to be mine.
I'll spot her looking near and far,
shadows may play some tricks;
she'll mistake me for her lover...
wine and mist moisten lips.
Her domino dress is scarlet,
I'm tempted to touch it;
the girl smiles, she's found her Hamlet
exuding much delight.
She boards the gondola glowing...
letting her joy sparkle,
" Wild's the night, I've waited all evening!"
" Lucky us! " I giggle.
Written on 7/6/2016
The best use of my space is not to use space,
With matching chairs, shelves, tables or bookcases.
And not to bring little, or big things into my lounge,
Because those things will occupy spaces.
Bare minimum’s enough, a chair and a rug,
The rest of the room’s filled with nothing, cleared away.
Leaving me free to create new and exciting,
Racy experiences, for my life to live all of the day.
And it’s easy to throw out, start over again,
Clean away at the end of each romance.
Leaving my space a fresh place to think and expand,
A new place for my next whimsical entrance.
The best use of my space is empty, free to walk,
Free dance with my own mental promenade.
Where me and my partner and all of our friends,
Can dress in a sexy, spaced up, masquerade.