Best Unearth Poems
Behind the mask there is a frail and fragile me
Enigmas clothed in conundrums; that the naked I can’t see
'Behind the mask is concealed, my authenticity
Examine my history to unravel my perplexing mysteries
Behind the mask it is unseen paralyzing, piercing pain
With arrogance and self-assurance camouflaging the shame
Behind the mask is hidden my true Identity.
Seek and survey the signs of my obscurity
Behind the mask is veiled a heart that’s been broken
Held together by unexpressed resentment and animosity unspoken
Behind the mask is where my insecurity hides,
Like realism wrapped in riddles, you must read between the lines
Behind the mask is where I cover my falling tears
Dig just below the surface and you’ll unearth my crippling fears
Behind the mask there are cloaked secrets unexplained and untold
Decipher the symbols to crack my encrypted codes
Behind the mask you’ll uncover my True expressions
Remove and reveal parodies, and expose the false impressions
Behind the mask, it is hidden, my Individuality.
Not acting out some script of who I’m thought to be
Behind the mask is obscured my, vulnerability
Suppressing the mounting manifestation of the inner me
Behind the mask it is disguised, my true reflection
Underneath open wounds inflected by rejection
Behind the mask rest crushed and shattered dream
Where fear muzzles roaring whispers and screeching silent screams
Behind the mask is buried, my stolen youth
Deception, and cover-ups, masquerading as facts and truth
Behind the mask is where I screen the confusion
Look close and you’ll find, trickery and deception, draped in fantasy and optical
illusions
Behind the mask it’s stifling; it is hard for me to breathe,
The walls of deceit that i have built ,are quickly closing in on me.
I am trapped behind facades of smirks and phony smiles.
So may I please remove this mask just for a little while?
Chiquita Baity
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Dream
Weaver,
Where are you?
Caress my hair,
drift through my mind's eye...
Let your fingers dig deep,
unearth the day's toils, plant seeds
that give birth to joyful tendrils
Use these, weave me rivered reveries...
Stay by my side 'til Sun kisses my cheeks
Blanket me in your kaleidoscope warmth
let silken threads of dreams tickle me,
so smiles meet my lips as I sleep
Unravel my wrinkled mind,
smoothen it, breathe new life
with your magic touch
Let me feel you,
Dream Weaver
Visit
me...
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Date posted: April 25, 2011 6:40am
I face the final test of nature's truth.
The nights coming fast, I travel unheard.
The reverence I feel, was born in my youth,
tempered by sage, burnt offerings for birds.
Tormented by brambles whose thorns I collect
I come to remains of struggles long gone,
feathers and crushed bone, on these I reflect.
I'm hoping once more, my arms are still strong.
A pine marten scurries, close to my step,
the sweet scent of birch gum, his claws unearth.
My arrow's still sheathed, for creeks I have leapt.
Though I grow cold, my spirit is re-birthed.
Tracks at the creek, the water I savor
the thicket moves, my aim must not waver.
01/25/14
Unity in Diversity
We together as a nation
We can break the cycle of deprivation
We can put an end to this situation
We can get back Earth its sensation
Let there be cultural variation
Let there be innovation
New aspirations
And inspirations
Let there be useful creations
Let us unearth
Our true earth
Let's respect the place where we got our birth.
Lasting memories haunt a tearful mind
How distant the dreams that no one owns
Etched marble, another name to remind
Lay in silent fields of flowers and stones
To search for days that will never be
unearth youthful years that quickly passed
To stand in a field where soldiers are free
know their torment is over at last
Eyes flow freely at a stone so cold
Brushing her hand across a marble name
fingers tremble for a son she can't hold
years to live with the pain she'll claim
Handed a flag that eight soldiers fold
Knowing her son will never grow old
2/18/15
If I go to the library each day
and seek out the knowledge there on display,
reading all the newspapers, come what may;
and listen to what others have to say?
Then, will I be wise?
If I let the children teach me their way,
drop my inhibitions, and learn to play,
asking old folks before they slip away;
their secrets, to keeping doldrums at bay?
Then, will I be wise?
If I study nature's wondrous array,
questioning space and the stars as they lay;
or unearth ancient pottery of clay
revealing treasures of buried Pompeii?
Then, will I be wise?
If I demystify ancient Cathay,
deciphering riddles of yesterday;
and evoke all the prophets when I pray,
absorbing all that their teachings relay?
Then, will I be wise?
If I condemn all wars, strife, and melee,
voicing my objections without delay,
while upholding truths I'll never betray;
and find the courage to walk from the fray?
Then, will I be wise?
If I ruled the world of words
I would empower that refined bond
Wave gracefully my magic wand
And into ploughshares beat swords.
*****
I would invoke all the Muses of poetry
With the truest of voices, in a fervent chant
To cast a spell on souls and every quill enchant
And serve Art attain beauty and glory.
*****
If I ruled the world of words
I would feed its soil and clear it of weeds
Unearth all its fields and sow the finest of seeds
And reap an ink stirred by divine hummingbirds.
Be amazed by your strength,
it was given to you before your name was spoken.
Your strength is adored by many;
those who knew of your arrival.
They waited, patiently, knowing you are their merit.
Humble, mighty people who paved your way.
You stand on their shoulders, forever looking high.
Never turning back, only to regain their strength.
They walk with you; still, hold your head high,
for many are aimed to follow.
Steady your pace, walk on their green earth.
Know their steps, and unearth unturned stones, lessons are to be learned.
Be amazed by your strength;
It was given to you before your name was spoken.
a scandalous secret gnaws
at the epicenter of my being
threatening to unearth
score pillars of dirt
upon which my world is built
gilded in reverence,
vaingloriously lauded
and parlayed to ascend sacred rungs
beyond the license of minions,
the legend grows
and grows
and grows
and though I know
my storied steeple,
as all things crooked,
will surely crumble someday,
I pray that it shall stay
erect
an irreverent crown;
a reaming tower of pisa
steeped in piety,
the envy of my faithful throng
preserved
to shatter the innocence of your delicate young…
~ Pablo
In the corridors
of my mind and endless passages
I hold the scars that are the road map to my soul
and where words thrown at me and used as weapons
dwell in the cracks.
Fear and sorrow are like chains holding me prisoner
and I must exhume them from the darkness
disinter and expose them
from vast deep voids where they hide
in the fissures.
And the drum of time is beating and I must pierce
through the hollow shadows to dredge up
this cancer twining !
The path is endless
as I dig and chip at the darkness
leaving no door and no emptiness unchecked
as I follow all the contrived tunnels and atriums
as time is ticking.
The forest of my life is at stake and my sky is gray
but this is an excavation unfathomable
oh, through chambers silent
no matter how difficult and weary
I will crawl seeking.
This fear and sorrow is holding me back from being me
so, I will leave no rock unturned
for I must unearth ...
the darkness dwelling within me !
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June 21, 2021
Poetry/Verse/An Excavation
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1365-926-21
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, This or That, Vol. 4
sponsor, Edward Ibeh, Judged 07/27/2021
First Place
The sun is distant now; lowering its gaze upon me to a mere blanket of obscurity.
The sea is calm but still tantalisingly sinister and threatening.
The silence is hostile, I am cold and alone - each breath I take is an intricate requisite.
I am sceptical, burdened with misplaced ideals, unconvinced I will ever unearth the vitality within myself.
Kneeling on the edge of my own existence, I wait for a voice to utter my path,
The man in the moon offers me a reluctant and hesitant grin as he watches over me. I'm too incompetent to counter the gesture.
My inability in offering a tear is poignant for us both - He understands me. It is beautiful.
When guilt
collides with my pleasure
and pain is too hard to measure
Escape is the elastic tether
that accompanies
my sensual physical bender
Tock tick tock
my emotional drop
for a second
hands feel time stop
Flipping out
as I body flop
liking being on the bottom
her bouncing on top
surrounding my need
with her hunger spot
Brown eyes
Black hair
I love touching her everywhere
especially there
I enjoy drowning
while being fully aware
My eyes reveal my selfish
while in that moment I don’t care
It feels like my sad is no longer there
as at her beauty I ravenously stare
She helps me
feed my need
as I release my seed
In that moment
a feeling of ecstasy
my illusion of being freed
I catch my breath
feeling my thoughts begin to bleed.
It seems even my sweetie
can’t unearth this weed.
Deep down I know
what I truly need.
A small note to explain the last line. During times of stress I am inclined to use physical aspects of our relationship to help silence my inner turmoil. At those times I would do better to look to God to calm my spirit. The physical can only temporarily satiate me.
A debris engulfs this mind
when a chuckle, a pirouette, a dream
ransacks wired thoughts--
and for once, I am a shrill :
Though weight presses on hardened back,
images dig dig through shovels of the past
to unearth replays from a year ago--
This breath throbs knowing not
how this grill of questions might assuage
brief frolics , as I look at birds migrate,
for whatever it is…
two parts from my heart of spade
remain divided , asking --
dear time,must I linger on
or forget a sister's once childhood romp?
Night withers amiably
still, the raking in my head persists, unless …
~
3.08.2019
A Scraping Of Shovels for john lawless
Black folks got rhythm
full movements
undeterred, and
flexible as four winds.
How low can we go?
with limbo
it's in our hands
with early rising;
planting seeds of joy,
washed in ray of hope -
we dance on sturdy grounds
with gems to unearth.
The whole world watch and wait
what instruments of weight and
measure will bring us together?
Once upon a time we reeled,
like dervishes; only we were ship wrecked!
the wave of One Hand,
we now stand like those chosen,
at the parting of the sea.
She lives in solitude
She can’t be like the multitude
She loves to withdraw into her snuggery
Not as a form of frailty,
But for a sense of purpose
And but just her nature
And not only a nature,
It’s become her conduct
They thought she’s too indifferent
But no! it’s how she’s wired
Created to be a recluse
Ask me of that reserved lady
Who loves to stay aloof
And just under her roof
She doesn’t give a damn, even if she doesn’t move
Cos she’s always caught up,
Caught up living her dreams
Everyone’s eager
Just as anxious to know
What she’s always up to
And right in there she is,
Overwhelmed with passion
Either reading or writing
Just living her dreams!
And naysayers are here!
It’s not good to be alone they say
And fine I see, she tells them,
Being alone and being solitary,
I’m sure these two are different
You’re alone when there’s no one for you
Or when you’ve got no purpose
But being solitary is so intentional
She does so to unearth the best,
Just the best in her
There’s something still screaming!
Deeper on the inside
Girl you’re yet to blow!
Just keep DIGGING!
And please just FIND me!
Just ask me of that lady
That sweet and cozy baby
I’m proud to say I’m her!!!
(Here’s just a glimpse of my lifestyle, just to encourage youths, please spend your alone time well)