Best Uncloaked Poems
Under a blue moon
He becomes my dream
A secret uncloaked
Emotion unveiled
A mystery revealed
Existence of warmth
between my subconscious
and implicit knowledge
..And it is there
`Neath the soft spot
of this heart
where crimson bleeds
its velvets
upon his bare breath
It is there
where my blushed lips
loose their virginity
Where my fair cheeks
suffuse with rosy glow
It is there where
fiery needs are fulfilled
Fervent desires scorched
Candlelit pleasures beheld
It is there
where alluring visions embrace
my suppressed memory
and take over this barren soul
As his ardent voice calls
in an enticing whisper
and a unique accent
into my left ear
My love...
Mon petite fleur..
Mi amor...
That is a preserved time
An uncloned moment
where my unwholiness
becomes whole
That is the minute
His glancing eyes
capture my own
Only until...
Mr Sandman leaves behind
Dry proposals on wet sand
Early mist envelops the bridge
Aurora glows in new awakening
Last zephyr breeze
fades from my cheek
Then He is gone
Forever gone
A revised repost~Not for the rose contest..but thanks for Vie's Roses contest and wonderful Rose poems
I decided to revise this post and repost,till the muse plays along.
Under a half moon
He becomes my dream
A secret uncloaked
Emotion unveiled
A mystery revealed
Existence of warmth
between subconscious
and implicit knowledge
And it is there...
`neath the soft spot of my heart
where crimson bleeds its velvet
upon his bare breath
Its there where my blushed lips
lose their virginity
Where my fair cheeks
suffused with rosy glow
It is there where fiery needs are fulfilled
Fervent desires scorched
Candlelit pleasures beheld
It is there where alluring visions
embrace my suppressed memory
and take over this barren soul
As his ardent voice call
in an enticing whisper
in a unique accent
into my left ear
My love~Mi amor
That is the preserved moment
when my unwholiness becomes whole
That is the moment
those glancing eyes capture my own
Only until...
Mr sandman leaves behind
wet proposals on dry soil
Early mist envelops the bridge
Aurora rises in new awakening
Last zephyr breeze fades away
and once again He is gone,gone.
Like dancers,
the elms lift their arms
skyward.
The oaks clutch the air
with gnarled fingers,
bony branches
etched into the pastel evening.
It is time
to step forward,
uncloaked,
my naked shadow
dancing
on the canvas of the world.
1/22/2017
Beneath a half moonlight
you become my dream
a secret uncloaked
emotion unveiled
existence of warmth
between subconscious
and implicit knowledge
And it is there
'neath the soft spot of my heart
where crimson bleeds its velvets
upon your bare breath
Its there where blushful lips
loose their virginity
Where my fair cheeks suffuse
with rosy glow
Where fiery needs are fulfilled
fervent desires scorched
candlelit pleasures beheld
Its there were evanescent visions
take over control
take over this barren soul
As my ardent voice whispers
beneath the tender of your ear
~~~ Mi amor~~
That is the preserved moment
our unwholiness is whole
The moment, your eyes
capture my own
Only till......
Mr sandman leaves
early mist envelops the bridge
aurora rises in new awakening
and you fade away like zephyr breeze
To the sound of pelting rain, she woke in early morning
Upon the tattered tin roof, it rhythmically pitter pattered
No sunlight peeked through clouds on daylight's dawning
She thought of him and of the dreams that were shattered,
of the nights she'd spend without end, remorse spawning
Windblown rain pummeled windows, on sills it splashed
Obscured was her view, vision blurred behind each pane
Howled as does a wolf, thunder growled, lightning flashed
In rivulets like rain, was weeping she struggled to restrain
Like drops of blood from a wound, her teardrops splashed
That night, in shadowed lamplight she espied on the corner,
a familiar silhouette of one whose countenance was a given
Dark eyes of a raven who had waived his right to scorn her
No vocal cawing was riven as torrents of rain were driven
He was beyond the reach of this sad beseeching mourner
Outside she ventured, into the sting of nettled showers
for just one glimpse of him, she would offer as her reason
On the street, scattered at her feet, her espousal flowers
Fallacy, was an act Charlotte Bronte' would label 'treason'
Uncloaked, soaked, she stood with her memories for hours
From grief she could not hide nor abide her mirrored face
His eyes, for once unveiled, yet not one word did he speak
A webbing of fine silk threads spun, woven in warm embrace
He had raised no hand in farewell. A tear grazed her cheek
Without solace she would linger in portals of empty space
She trembled, shivering, eyes teary, there was no mistaking
her sips from tainted cup had the caustic taste of bitter gall
The impeccant knight chose the right to claim his forsaking
Nimbus skies lay overcast without surcease of a graying pall
Fraught with aching, she sighed one word, "heartbreaking."
Tonight I write a letter
I mail it to myself
I blow away the dust
and place it on our shelf
Tonight I mail a letter
Address it~ 'To my dove'
Pretending it is you
Still sending out your love
Pretending its your musky scent
that smudged my silent verse
Pretending,Make believe
that we preserved the years
Those years when you have loved me
till stars forgot to dream
till the dark side of the moon
uncloaked the calla lily's
dew~pearled sheen
Tonight I write a letter
I mail it to myself
I blow away the dust
and put it on our shelf
Just a sweet reminder
of who we used to be
before with empty sheets
your cold night covered me
Tonight I write a letter
I mail it to myself
I blow away the dust
and put it off our shelf.
I stand naked wrapped only in the truth
you vile, loathsome reptile.
My contempt of you is limitless
as I have been force-fed your hypocrisy.
Your postulations are lost on me
as my insight into your repulsive nature
is exceeded only by the palpable stench of your aura.
Eyes opened to their widest apex,
ridiculously lends support to your “jokerish”
smile overly exaggerated in a…
Carol Channing kind of muse.
It seems your purse a revolving door
to his wants, has an ideally broken clasp…
Your shoulder, a never ending
tissue to his every sorrow should be waterlogged.
Which stands to reason why your legs
stretched open as wide as the earth’s axis,
“she-doggedly-in-heat” sniffs attention from him
and remains open like an all night 7-11 just to
provide “respite” in the name of “friendship”.
You find joy in slinking and scurrying through
the misfortunes and/or gains in our life,
all the while professing your love to him
and masticating on a stolen covenant
you have orchestrated in destroying.
There is no sector of my day
allowing me peace and escape from your
treachery and continued debauchery.
Your hair once a mousy shade of brown
now waxes blond in your further attempt
to assure he remains suckled at your breast
knowing his lust for blond haired, blue eyed
women that are six shades lighter than my ebony hues.
There is though, an appellative to my anguish,
which recoils from my tongue at
any attempt to voice this rage.
Escalating anger marinates and broils within
my breast as your ubiquitous presence
in my life has finally left me little strength
and no shelter from the uncloaked
vicious pain searing me to the core
in this deep abyss I have found myself in…
Unleashed fury beckons me, reaching back beyond now
when day was night and night was only imagined
barely controlling this hate and
the exigency to extract myself
from this nefarious, cheap, vaudevillian
show, which no longer can be ratiocinated
through your insipid lies before I...
Can’t imagine your expending this much
energy with your own household or husband because
you’re always living and breathing in mine!
Contempt has a name…and its malodor is…Linda.
Long hair, coal, coiled
‘Round fingertips, bone white.
O, my diffident lover,
How I waited for that night.
When I held you as you dreamt,
And kissed your quivering lips.
When we bathed in the uncloaked moonlight,
In an everlasting eclipse.
Sky, the blankest façade
Lit by nicks of white.
I carry you into my dream;
I carry you into the night.
The phone lies still. The chamber dims its sight.
The walls grow wise with silence long denied.
I sit as one confessed unto the night,
while shadows watch me, curious yet kind.
My thoughts convene, unruly, undisciplined,
half-spoken truths that tremble as they rise.
Old griefs return, in borrowed skins reclined,
and hope arrives too softly to be wise.
I was born late into a weary age,
reared on alarms, on haste, on borrowed breath,
taught how to strive, how neatly play my stage,
not how to meet myself, uncloaked by depth.
O patient dark, thou askest no decree,
no polished truth, no courage neatly won.
Thou stayest while I falter honestly,
and name the selves I thought I had outrun.
So here I stand, no prophecy complete,
no certain end, no lesson neatly spun.
I breathe. I ache. I do not yet retreat.
I’m simply who I am, at twenty-three, alone.
To disrobe the lion’s ego,
would be to destroy a charismatic higher light
dethrone a regal rightous dominance
denounce a fierce protective energy
with pride of a warrior, never repudiate royalty
forswear fealty is to renounce a king of truth
whilst in his den, uncloaked he and his lioness
of regal virtue, love eternal and loyalty
when you engage with ultimate hierarchy,
roars of authority warn and ward risk taking rivals
with gifted instincts, a supreme stubborn strength
and a keen bond and respect for his own
an affectionate and generous warmth
confident yet cautious in their garden of Eden
defeatist disrobes the ego, only when defeated
deep within the soul, we yearn for substance
a spiritual substance sustaining us
the creature sustains as messenger
deeper significance beyond physical form
depicting qualities from the universe
butterflies symbolize transformation,
the turtle patience, the elephant a mighty sooth,
the lion links divine wisdom and perceives truth
To the sound of pelting rain, I woke this early morning
Upon the tattered roof, it rhythmically pitter pattered
No sunlight peeked through clouds on daylight's dawning
I saw him in a dream and those that were shattered,
and of nights I'd spent without end, remorse spawning
Windblown rain pummeled windows. On sills it splashed
Obscured was my view, vision blurred behind each pane
Howled as does a wolf, thunder growled, lightning flashed
In rivulets like rain, was the weeping I struggled to restrain
Like blood dripping from a wound, as if my heart was slashed
That night, in shadowed lamplight I'd espied on the corner,
a familiar silhouette of one whose countenance was given
Green eyes stared at me, not with looks of a foreigner
No words were spoken as riven torrents of rain were driven
He was beyond the reach of this sad beseeching mourner
I ventured outside and into the sting of nettled showers
for just one more glimpse of him ~ that was my reason
On the street, scattered at my feet were wilted flowers
Fallacy, was an act Charlotte Bronte' would label 'treason'
Uncloaked and soaked, I stood with memories for hours
From grief I could not hide nor abide my mirrored face
His eyes were unveiled, and yet not one word did he speak
There were no spun silk threads, woven in warm embrace
He had raised no hand in farewell. A tear grazed my cheek
Without solace I would linger in portals of this empty place
I trembled, shivering and teary eyed. There was no mistaking
that sips from a tainted cup had the caustic taste of bitter gall
My impeccant knight chose as his right to claim this forsaking
Nimbus skies lay overcast without surcease of a graying pall
Fraught with an echoing ache I whispered, "My heart is breaking."
The puzzle of my hallow poetry
all the words a jumble
chaotic, formless, scrambled
an uproar unfathomable.
Deep are the caves perpetual I fall
searching for words eternal
poetry unfading and immortal.
Endless as the stars that glow,
and boundless as the ocean blue;
in a shambles, in a muddle,
until, the unveiling of the veil.
Despite the cacophony, I search
through the bedlam of words colliding.
And then, an apocalypse epiphany
the unfolding of a vision uncloaked
it was hiding down deep within
and now have spiraled up.
Endless as the stars that glow,
and boundless as the ocean blue;
in a shambles, in a muddle,
until, the unveiling of the veil.
I write with a madness and a fever
hysteria erupts in my mind
my thoughts a whirlwind of ideas.
Swirls of phrases multi-hued
a kaleidoscope psychedelic on paper
the pieces of my puzzle falling together
everlasting and everlasting.
Endless as the stars that glow,
and boundless as the ocean blue;
in a shambles, in a muddle,
until, the unveiling of the veil.
Endless as the stars that glow,
and boundless as the ocean blue, ocean blue, ocean blue . . .
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September 23, 2017
Poetry/Lyric/Boundless As The Ocean Blue
Copyright Protected, ID 09- 942-100-23
All Rights Reserved, 2017, Constance La France
Written for the contest, Eight Word Challenge 4
sponsor, John Hamilton, Judged 10/2017
Fourth Place
Evening left you signaling the chime
The witness standing back in your eyes,
Pin shut lips
Words without a shot glass
Pouring freely down vacant streets.
Pages of the past hanging from the eave
Dancing the drunkard's lullaby,
falling from shoe tops.
Fingers twirling busy bees
In the palms of honey cups.
The empty barrel of the pen
Inked, in the letter left
Sleeping next to the wine.
This writing is familiar, you wrote it.
A love letter sealed
with slivers,
Post dated to a place long passed.
Sinewy paper placed neatly in script,
On the welcome mat to nowhere.
Souls infused through creased air, protest
Each breathe
peeling the pages,
Your blue wraparound dress.
Consenting the satisfaction of knowing, there
Across the hall is your door, uncloaked
leading to your bed,
This is also my bed.
Rendezvous hanging like stale pipe smoke,
Where clothes splash ripples in absinthe sheets.
OCULDESTINATE
The esoteric cabal
A sinister secret
To illuminate or to fall
Effuse the real or the counterfeit
To notice it at all
Illusory uncloaked
UNVEIL
DISSEMBLEVile concealment
Conspirators provoked
Imposters fail to ressemble
False pretense fall flagrant
Historical hoax
Macabre Jokes
A melody unchained in my mind
a movement uncloaked
and I'm undone
missing of musings esteemed
write for me a song so sweet
a soliloquy of love
painted in a mid-day dream
where two hearts come and breathe
where yesterday's meet tomorrow
and today is forever young
nature's sung within the treetops
swaying aside your hips
oh how I long to kiss your lips
mouthing of words that are right
written in the heat of night
or day
I say, I will stay
n'er stray
to a wondering eye