The clandestine creep
Started with a grandiloquent speech
And his surreptitious subterfuge
Has everyone confused
He said "Now grapple with the apple"
He said "has God really said"
Did God really mean that if you eat of it
You will end up dead?
The clandestine creep
Is after Jesus’ sheep
And His hands will reap
And He will forever keep
He attempts to rival God
Even walked where God trod
He attempts to corrupt things everywhere
He is the prince of the power of the air
Once the anointed luminary
Once light, until he was found contrary
Parading as an angel (as one of the guise)
To gain converts for the lord of the flies
Not as an aesthete, he steals
Instead of enjoying what God reveals
He realizes as bell’s knells, as the bell peals
He’s an A.I. of God that never kneels
An artificial insubordinate (A.I.)
Unfortunately, you are real
You’re the Godzilla to mankind
With our blunders we must deal
Clandestine rendezvous beneath the moon.
Sweet kisses gentle swayed by undercover serenades.
Hush the covert fling’s asleep.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
Clandestine shadows
Keep oak trees confidence
Wistful clouds keep an eye out
Soothing sounds in the forest
Settling down for the night
The soft glow of candlelight,
Illuminates the night,
With flickering and dancing light,
Like distant stars in flight.
It casts shadows on the walls,
That move and sway,
As though alive and sentient,
In the silence of the evening day.
The candle burns so quietly,
Giving off a gentle and pleasant warmth,
It's like a friend that's silently,
Sitting beside you, in the calm of the storm.
we always thought
Jasper’s occupation was clandestine
He works in Chicago and Miamai
where gangsters work, right?
So is he a mobster?
He dresses like one, all in black.
We dared not ask him what he did for a living.
Having no idea he was in commodities
Legal gambling for the affluent.
One day
I wish for you
To be here with me
To be
A ray of hope
A breath of fresh air
Sunshine on cloudy days
Someone who would light up the place
As you are all that & so much more
Your beautiful smile
Your captivating eyes
Everytime you say my name
Makes my heart skip a beat
Feeling like a teenager
Still so naive
Blushing, smiling
A delicious secret
I keep for myself
One day
You will look at me
The way I want you to
Someone who is always there for me
Solemn in it's plight
The loneliest rose among
Trees and grass there it
Finds it's own haunting solitude
Rose only knows flower life
Quiet is her survival
Never advisable to be naked!
Unfolding ability to assume changes
Depict funeral mesh opaque
Wobbled iron lock conjure
Wakens particular persona to inhabit
Wardrobe wonder honours
Peter Pan collar innocence
Embellished bow breasts for bombshell
Rhinestone on satin stimulant
Deceptively deep, spacious
Dark wood doors swing away to exhibit
Dresses with waves vivacious
Forest of newfound favourites
Frocks rustle, slide, beg to be fondled
Fascinator lavender fragrance
Mysterious occult conspirators
Ultimately select pretty arrangements
Musty garment rots ambiguous
19th January
Happy Birthday Keri ( Mum )
- see, I fashioned my life
to suit me!
Captures every scene,
Keeps them unknowing to us,
Played to us at rest.
August 3, 2022.
Charmed, stunned…
That’s what you did!
My eyes are all in your pictures.
It’s a stealthy feeling.
“To play or be played”,
Both are my menacing games.
My druthers sound too high
But I wind up lisping your name.
A silhouette in the darkness is walking away; a worthless human believing love exists on earth. The fear of parting hangs heavily in the air. A clandestine life finally revealed!
Casual lovers
create unique, magical moments
that soon cease to exist...
do not share hopes
everything suddenly happens
They notice that
other similar moments
do not subsist...
Glances dart serious, flutter-mysterious, loll deleterious
~ Secrets clandestine, in silence predestined, love's tremolos blessed in
"Clandestine"
Lips wrote words
across satin
then tipping the velvet pink
covered an open wound
whispered wicked
games
pleasure and pain
warm canvas moved
clandestine
drowning in her waves
deep sea diving
the treasure lost is found
rising like Aphrodite
from her Ocean.
Zeus has thrown to Anchises
his rare
pearl.
(LadyLabyrinth/Dec 2018)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uuyPvpsovMw
Clandestine is when you keep something
secret or has been done secretively that
might have been illicit.
Trump Can Be Clandestine
About Trump what we have is a question;
Why does it always seem he was destine
To do things in secret that are clandestine.
Jim Horn
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