Best Unmasked Poems
By day she goes about
the weary business of her dreary life:
a housekeeper, bookkeeper, shopper, chef,
chauffer for two active teens, and
hostess of her husband’s dinner parties
is she.
In the middle of her day
she naps,
for in the night. . .
when her work-obsessed spouse
soundly slumbers
and the kids at last are fast asleep,
she goes into the darkness
of the woods
behind her house.
The mask of this woman
falls without a sound
to the leaf strewn ground.
She raises her face to the moon.
In its light, the stripes
of a tigress are revealed!
Her legs feel strong and limber.
That ferocious appetite
for something that she stifles
flees away
as
she
runs.
Among the pines and midst the sounds
of the woodland’s crepuscular creatures
she runs and runs and runs.
She is running after something
she cannot put a name to.
She’s a good woman.
She would never use a bar or night club
as her jungle.
Now - with her tigress face -
swift, stealthy, and strong -
but above all,
not beholden to any body
she is simply free to be.
After an hour of running,
the mask of the housewife
is restored.
Then she collapses, exhausted on her bed,
where she dreams refreshing dreams -
which are necessary -
for tomorrow
she begins again
the weary business
of her dreary life.
10/26/2014; Now used for Skat's A poem you are proud of #3 Poetry Contest
Inside a boisterous tavern,
a-light with drunken gaiety
of spilled ribald laughter,
he quietly sits alone ...
gently cradling his mead darkly
Brooding thoughts of past paid coverings
buzzes inside his head
Talking flies having the faces of the dead
“Have mercy, please”
This haunting cry, they all pled ...
except the halo head ones
“I forgive you”
This they all compassionately say
in time dispersed unison
The self-muted giant rubs his eyes,
still in somber inner disquietude,
at this troubling sight he has seen several times
Witnessing a bright, shining glow,
which radiates all around the tops of those
who call themselves Christian disciples —
before descends the sharp, quieting blow
It is by his liege, Caesar’s command,
to eradicate the scattering vermin radicals,
that he daily swings the severing blade
The duty-bound Herodian executioner
must always stay masked
when the murdering performance ensues
This is by privileged decree:
the entertainment requirement rules
A black cloth covering,
sprinkled with scarlet droplets,
is the terror mask his masters has him use
Rabid crown sycophants love their crucifixions,
the Roman preferred method of capital punishment
But, his under-lord, Herod, still adheres
to the ancient Molech ways —
Death by the beheading blade
Sighing, the brooding giant gazes about the riotous inn
with roaring, unspoken disdain
Even without the ritual Deimos mask on,
all within the tavern knows his occupation,
evidenced by his massive frame
They yield a fearful wide berth to him,
no one sits in the seats around his hulking presence
Looking down at his Pilate-cursed hands,
he sees the blood of the guilty and the innocent
Bloody hands that can’t be washed clean ... never
As long as he raises his arms,
and lets the body-separating blade swing
Villain Unmasked
In odd places the Villain appears,
In the right places he disappears-
On merry moments then re-appears.
For, such is the habit of a Villain
Who enjoys to inflict carnal pain
Yet, scarce and elusive to be slain.
He contorts in a fearsome grimace
Ogling timid children on the face
Their infantile courage to displace.
Crawling like a famished beast,
Beating and flexing scaled breast;
He mulls on how to enjoy the 'feast'.
Where children are happy at play,
Ugly features at once are on display
To throw everyone into disarray;
Face clad on an fearsome hood,
Picks and chases them in the wood
To eat the abandoned Picnic food.
He cast to innocent people a spell
By urinating in the clean water well
Sickness to ring the death knell.
No wonder, he flies on black garb
Wielding the sword or his barb-
Voice, tearing the air with rhubarb!
His throaty laugh is deep, not mild
He groans and growls loud and wild
To shudder man, woman and child.
Between two lovers having sex
Suddenly, he re-appears to perplex
By disturbing, disrupting the reflex!
To the crafty potter kneading hard
He disrupts Industry and its reward
By breaking everything to shard.
Villain and his cruel art of stealth,
Art of disrupting another's wealth
Peace, Happiness and his health;
Art of appearing in places so rare
Schism, fear and confusion to flare
Peace, harmony, stability to scare;
One day he will know that his art
And foible of scare is not so smart-
He will be impaled by a holy heart!
I've gathered hearts for seasons, and the reasons are my own;
I'll spend no end or effort to defeat a sweet love, sown.
So, should you ask, my task is one that really feeds my greed;
I'm Misery, by myself no fun, your heartbreak's what I need.
Behind the guise of caring eyes, lies Grief, disaster's clone;
My desperate end, is you, my friend, beside me, all alone.
With "Dear John" reams, our vacant dreams, your heart mismatched as mine,
I'll reel you in, with half a grin, and blame it on the wine;
Then hold your hand, play understanding games with you awhile,
And as you sleep, I'll try to keep from laughing and just smile.
Revelations ch eleven verse eighteen.' (When I was a child
I acted like a child and thought as a child..? Yet now i am
Grown i must put away the things of childhood ' this last
Parable talks about me as a person..For I did once think
That the ' climate change ideaology' had merit.' And God
Was part of the enviroment..Yet the Truth is God is God is
Above all things.. And the destroyers.' Are in fact the eco
Zealots pagan earth worshippers..The wisdom of worldly
Counsel is evaporating before the eyes of any whose eyes
Are open.'
I walk the streets of heaven
all alone
blinded by the alabaster
GOLD
searching for the God
of endless names.
The streets are empty
under quarantine
the clouds all closed
no angels in the fluff.
While hell is flaming still
in merriment.
I wonder - was I chosen
or just sent?
There are no children here
they took a pass
refusing to accept
salvation's splash.
All the flags are white
no rainbows here
wherever GOD went to
he isn't here.
I somehow breeched the barriers
of faith
and scalped a season ticket
to this place.
The angel's wings are tied
behind their backs
cuz they refused to wear
the foolish masks.
They say the thunder's
just GOD getting grouchy
Because he's not as powerful
As Dr FAUCI.
John G. Lawless
5/31/2020
I'll bring a tear to every eye,
and I can make a grown man cry.
To grip you is my specialty,
for once you are caught up in me,
strong feelings will intensify.
I'll make you ponder things like why
a nice guy has to cheat or lie.
I mirror sad humanity.
I'll bring a tear.
It's by man's flaws and sometimes by
the hand of fate that he must die.
To see man face mortality,
you'll empathize; I'm tragedy!
Have tissues ready. Dry your eye.
I'll bring a tear.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I’m full of fun for everyone.
Watch me now and you’ll come undone.
Test me with a humor trial -
If you frown, you’re in denial!
I’m a funny son-of-a-gun!
I’m full of silly, zany puns.
I’ll make you forget life’s problems.
With my antics I’ll beguile;
I’m full of fun!
For I’m Drama’s beloved son.
I’m Comedy, second to none.
Full of tricks to make you smile;
Entertaining for a while.
Don’t go yet. My gags aren’t done;
I’m full of fun!
A Double Rondeau
Part one/Andrea Dietrich
Part two/ Susan Burch
For Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver's
Opposites Attract (Collab) Poetry Contest
love
disguise
for heartbreak
unmasked, you laugh
pain
Low life's tell so many lies and crawls with vermin
Lower than a snake biting underneath the truth
Creating hate to suit their ill will casting stones
With bad manners towards another being
Goes to show standing in the middle of clouds
to see clearly the type of person you truly are clarity
Mourning the death of who you where
A better person begins to emerge
Faith I walked with hope strolling within the darkness
long enough with tortured shadows who invade all that's good
To see the light wings of a spirit penetrates
Inside council gives voice to the soul command
Echoes opening deeply wounded scars weep
One eye deceiver can be the center of distraction when you see truth
Light of a thousand stars shines into another universe
Deeper than the moon's reflection
Reflects upon an ocean wave dancing
Glistening silver rippling pure
The facts always remain crystal clear no where to hide
You won my vote with promises of peace
And vows to save our homes as jobs increased
Special interests intervened
Your slate seems no longer clean
Your mask falls, reveals the head of the beast
I'll bring a tear to every eye,
and I can make a grown man cry.
To grip you is my specialty,
for once you are caught up in me,
strong feelings will intensify.
I'll make you ponder things like why
a nice guy has to cheat or lie.
I mirror sad humanity.
I'll bring a tear.
It's by man's flaws and sometimes by
the hand of fate that he must die.
To see man face mortality,
you'll empathize; I'm tragedy!
Have tissues ready. Dry your eye.
I'll bring a tear.
____
I’m full of fun for everyone.
Watch me now and you’ll come undone.
Test me with a humor trial -
If you frown, you’re in denial!
I’m a funny son-of-a-gun!
I’m full of silly, zany puns.
I’ll make you forget life’s problems.
With my antics I’ll beguile;
I’m full of fun!
For I’m Drama’s beloved son.
I’m Comedy, second to none.
Full of tricks to make you smile;
Entertaining for a while.
Don’t go yet. My gags aren’t done;
I’m full of fun!
A Double Rondeau
Part one/Andrea Dietrich
Part two/ Susan Burch
Received 4th place in "Opposites" Collaboration Contest
As wings of butterflies dance upon a vision
So curious about this pretty deadly bunch
Flowers of aesthetically blending colors
Sweet misted scent of a deep rainbow shrouded in
Rows and columns of purple and white fantasy
Peace adorns one space in a blurred vision spellbound
Drooping clusters from woody climbing bines entwined
A whisper under the wind’s breath through rustling leaves
Stroking its invasive nature to make it grow
One bares the coming force of the season's trials
The seedpod overflows with toxin saponin
Its poison bleeds from the roots of restive spirits
It can overtake and choke out other species
Growing with Eden's bounty wandering aimless
As is the dark side of the human condition
Overwhelmed by a controlling mind dumbfounded
What you see is not truly what you expected
Nothing short of a miracle radiates light
These silvery-blue flowers on high twining stems
Under the flag of beauty bewitching promise
It silently hides a toxic in its seedpods
Bitterness is camouflaged by fresh spring fragrance
A pleasing aroma to fill you with delights
Without a sense of foreboding one remains calm
Not knowing that the deadliest holds an allure
Held by its underlying mission unappeased
Danger leaking into a world of ignorance
One easily welcomes the feast for the senses
Unknowingly becomes the unsuspecting prey
Kissed by the sweetest fruit of death – a living smile
Copyright © Angeline Lim and Liam McDaid, 8th May 2017
Like children playing
games at a park, poetry
flows inside a heart.
Innocent passion,
overthrowing desire,
distorting present.
Time lost within wind,
growing weary tomorrow,
lasting through the days.
Writing a lifestyle,
difficult passion feeding,
devouring soul.
Thirsting for lasting
truth beyond outer limits.
Engaging lifeless
thoughts from within self.
Ignoring present actions,
imagination.
Lost within one’s self,
letting reflections control.
Commanding image
threaten existence
looming in shadows awake.
Struggling poem.
Nathan Bane Leccese
© All Rights Reserved 06/11/09
*More information about this poem in my new blog.
If this world were a film?
And people were watching
If there were no cut scenes
And none supervising
If all events were real
And you choose your acting
What role would you play?
Which genre would apt
How long will it take
How short will it slack
Think before you say
Drama? Action?
Science friction?
Play? Comedy?
Crime? Tragedy?
Amend now
Don't forget
It is now
Stop BAD
Rise GOOD
START!
Photographs freezes in time
Breaks in reality
Thoughts of memories long ago
Still frames of goals set for yourself
People to look up to
Remember so eloquently
Fragments of a time before
I wonder to myself
Are these pictures true identities
Or fake smiles impersonating who they really want to be
Or let you see
We have the ability to crop, to dull , to enlighten.
Our photographs in time
But for me I rather be
Unedited, unchanged
Cropped into the lives I love forever
Unmasked and Unguarded.