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
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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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love
disguise
for heartbreak
unmasked, you laugh
pain...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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?...

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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...

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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...

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