Best Secrecy Poems
This doesn't belong to me
here you can have it back
i held it now for almost seven years
its getting heavy
you can take it anytime
i don't want to hold this anymore
why cant you take it
it doesn't fit
and it doesn't belong
it tears me apart
the struggle goes on
go ahead and cry
i can hold onto that to
just drop it in and go right through
i'm just a stop
a shoulder to need
and you can go on lifting away free
i'm slowly falling
i'm tipping from side to side
i'm not quite stable
but i'm only here for the ride
i'm not going to take charge
i'm not going to sit
and stare out my window of regret
my window is clear
clear as glass
and gets bigger with everyday we pass
its making me sad
tears run down my eyes
i cant let it go
that's no surprise
i tell you what i tell you
and hear what i hear
but what about everything inside
everything i fear
well wait
i got that to
right beside the picture of me and you
i know this is crazy
and i know i am to
but what about my secrecy
i have to follow through
The secrecy of truthfulness is based on the plinth of constructive fairness
First day on the job,
you took an oath to only tell lies
Had to sign a non-disclosure agreement,
before you got the Company suit-and-tie
You're CIA now,
sworn to secrecy
You're in the world of espionage,
living a 007 reality
Illegal arms dealers,
Mata Hari babes
Foreign rogue generals,
dark net cyber caches
Toss in a few drug cartels,
and everybody's getting paid
Everybody's getting spied on too,
electronic whispers homemade
You love your job,
truth be told, yet only under oath
But you dislike the party politics of it all,
though you like the sound
of hearing corrupt governments fall
You're CIA bred,
sworn to secrecy
You're in a world of covert spies,
living a James Bond reality
Illicit black market trade,
femme fatale operatives
Pandemic pathogens made,
secret outlawed experiments
Toss in a few psychotic terrorists,
and everybody's getting death video feed
Everybody's getting propaganda-ed too,
hacked disinformation makes liberty bleed
But you didn't reveal this publicly,
because of course,
you're sworn to secrecy
Who did it
Whodunit
I really do not know
But this evening
I will witness
a truly iconic show
The Mousetrap* it is named
its claim to fame I hear
Is “the world’s longest run”
Now in its 67th year
Dame Agatha Christie
well ~ she wrote the play
and would be utterly amazed
if she were still alive today
More than twenty seven thousand
performances have played
As audiences pondered
just who had killed who
From the very first performance
in October ‘52
This evening I will find out more
A show I never saw before**
but forever sworn to secrecy
must never give the plot away
I love characters***
just like Agatha Christie
who made her millions
from murders she wrote
On this September eve
I witness red herrings
Put there to mislead
Who did it ~ whodunit
Must not fall asleep
Or no secret there to keep…
Written 26th September 2019
2nd PLACE
Contest: Pick a line any line
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
*The Mousetrap is a murder mystery play by Agatha Christie. The Mousetrap opened in London's West End in 1952, and has been running continuously since then. The longest running West End show, it has by far the longest initial run of any play in history, with its 25,000th performance taking place on 18 November 2012.
** this line is taken from my poem ~ The Age of Aquarius
***line taken from your poem ~ Broken People
Contest Strand Choice 11
Sponsor Brian Strand
HONORABLE MENTION
They call me ‘Cap’, (Captain) America!
But are my Values REALLY out of date?
Prefer Red Meat to esoterica…
At end of every meal, I clean my plate…
I would have – given time – tried to explain
To Tony Stark, the depth of what I knew,
But he responded, giving pain for pain,
Barehand, I beat the Ir’n Man black-and-blue!
It broke me! Had to trade a friend for friend!
I would have – given time – tried to unfold
A hist’ry of deception, tried to mend...
But, friendships SHATTER! left out in the cold!
Could I have showed that LIES had kept me sane?
NO! – giv’n a chance – I'd crash another plane!
Date Updated: Jan. 10, 2018
Withdrawn 2/12/2019 from: Movie Magic Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Gregory R. Barden
Movie and Character: Captain America: CIVIL WAR; Captain America
Copyright © 2011 #307
9/Apr/2011 (0110hrs)
Dedicated to all Special Operations' Operatives Worldwide
Teams of Operators prepared for the call
honed and strong willed standing tall.
Shadows moving fearlessly in distant nights
these spirits never falter from death’s sight.
Back home, they’re not in headlines
etched in time behind foreign lines.
Year long deployments, and some dead
shrouded in secrecy the headlines read.
Seemed forever, did their loved ones wait
not sure of their Warrior’s return or fate.
Suddenly, from a sleepless night
shuddering from dream’s fright.
Hearing that doorbell ring
unsure of what it’ll bring.
One Warrior is finally home
downrange another gone.
Their Badge of Courage within,
carried with them until the end.
by: LP
April 9, 2011
"forget me not!"
I hear your cry
I try, I really try
but
where secrecy is helpful
even required
to log on, log in or
simply open up,
it hides in dungeons
always just
beyond my grasp
oh, www! please stay,
please stay!
I ask you:
remember me?
okay, then
let me pass
let me stay!
The whole world’s sun in my own backyard!
how it got there wasn’t hard
Its daily route around the globe
invites a new day to unfold
Now once again it takes my mind;
that’s cleaned and scraped and freshly lined
and ready for a brand-new day
the all but unfamiliar way
of keeping things I wish to hide
Me-the inner self inside
And as the east reveals her moon
I sense the evening coming soon
to hide my mind inside my dreams
and bind it tight with trusty seams
for I must dwell in privacy
(as that’s my preference now, you see)
I AM an island to myself
and do exist here very well
I must dictate my own control
of what I spill from out 'my soul
Intrusion’s a needle to my vein
that when pricked, begins to drain
the blood of all my secrecy
the only kind that’s found in me.
Hurt overflows my heart to see another one my gender be hurt with the bruising
and knots of punches her beautiful face.
Blocking out all knowledge learned from the books to remember seeing her
blood shot eyes straining back the tears of shame for all to see.
Hoping and wondering with curiosity that she and her unborn seed are alright
due to the drastic effects of life slamming into her face.
Though we don't socialize nor have i tried,
Nor am i gay or Bi cause of the curiosity of what emotion my soul feels for
another woman battling a struggle,which whom I've never seen cry.
telling myself to view HER as a good example of a woman suffering from what
Hell on earth can offer, since a man bit the apple from the sacred tree of evil
letting all to travel unto now with actions and experiences of devilish accusations.
Wanting to speak or greet HER with noticeable tones saying "I am always her to
rely on, and i too can feel your pain". But can't cause my tongue won't let me due
to an unidentified fear....of what?
" So shall it be the next time i see her to speak of a simple greeting that wasn't
mentioned for so long, & hope that what ever tension or fear we have against
each other to not speak , can be reconciled."
Magical miracle pink jellyfish kingdom was a mirage of the mind.
It is your imagination my parents said, there is nothing of the kind.
I discovered it one day when I fell into the ocean of a sea very deep.
But I was sworn to secrecy, so I have not uttered a peep.
WIKILEAKS
We made a decision! Secrecy is evil!
So we reveal the secrets of our democracies
(they probably won’t kill us if they catch us)
Our leader’s face is visible, public, smug,
and confined to a foreign embassy! You have
no idea who we are!
For your sake, of course, we share stolen secrets
with dictators, tech firms and people we don’t
even know! We expose the surveillance scheme,
the diplomatic lie, the unauthorized weapon but
our bleak revelations are a moral black hole:
What is secret or hidden, whether for better or worse
is revealed by a cadre un-elected and unknown!
You have no idea who we are! You have no idea
what to believe!
We do this for you! Secrecy is bad! You have no
idea who we are! Do you trust us yet?
Hey! Do you trust us now?
Lately, my love, you’ve folded me neatly
into a corner of your consciousness
Tucked away
From the prying eyes of acquaintances
whose tongues stick to the backs of their teeth
Tucked away
As the gift you give me is faceless soundlessness
Because we know that ours is a love best
Tucked away
As you get
when you lay between the hills of my thighs,
the whispers on whiskeyed breaths
sharing the tales so secret as to be
Tucked away
Can a tree cramped in the box of shadow and doubt
find the sun while
Tucked away?
They carried on discreetly
pretending not to care
then on the day of the wedding
none of the family were there
mum cried in the kitchen
the news was much to bear
dad had lost his temper
his choice words hung in the air
the household was in crisis
with lots of opinions to share
the summit in the sitting room
agreed it wasn't fair
"nothing good will come of this"
said grand-dad from his chair,
while grandma simply said it was,
"a hole in the wall affair".
Dwindling dwarf continued to dwell
Down by the dubious Dutchman’s dell
Did anyone know
He was a dynamo?
I did, but I was sworn to never tell.
Not for once I kept those rumbles
Not for once I spilled it through the silence
In the long way I spoke
Spoke to the vacant air next to my passenger seat
Driving no where upon the limbo
Passing through the droplets rain, I hid my sorrow
Once I locked myself into an argument within the space
With hope the shouts won't be audible beyond the screen
Cliche did fill my stories
But you hid me within the glory and sorrow behind your shield
You are the silent witness which I could lean
No third parties would be in, only the two of us in between
Prayers overshadow our drift
You be the witness in my plead
Nobody's there even see me pray,
Besides you and my guitar we sank in play
None of living things ever seen
The fragile case of my grim
Only you and the six strings reside in the hidden tide
Only you and the six strings the witnesses of the other side
Author's Note:
Inspired by my car and my guitar as the witnesses behind the story :D