Implying worldly men and women though animalia is a tipper of cunning heroes or perhaps the lie is before this, simple birdhouse moil in the clouds and send free birds like cloak and dagger eagle prowl, and absolve the saints of tired eyes, and let's look into the snowglobe marble in the summer for a festive wintery surprise.
What young damsels strive to make us safe in our home?
It's Bondi and Gabard and Ms. Kristi Noem.
Barbie Bondi's sleek tresses; vanilla chrome
The fair AG's brilliance dims not in twilight's gloam.
Our femme fatale Merlin makes grave crimes disappear
So many rich predators have zero to fear.
Staunch Telsi Gabbard, raven hair silver streaked
Cloak and dagger quirky devilry so readily leaked.
Your boss barks jump, and you jump to conclusions
Giving credence to all his cruel twisted delusions.
To DHS ICE Queen, Ms. Kristi Noem I shower elation
For her fashionista elan and prevarication.
You stir up our basest instincts, Ms. Noem
So to you I grudgingly dedicate my poem.
Survivors names have been revealed..As a warning malignant, designed to steal..The
Exposure away from the guilty, in sensitive
Positions, cloak and dagger moves we see
Aplenty..Its getting to hot ( for the agents they own ) so a hit on the plaintifs.' Is how its going.' Aim at soft targets.' Now where before, was that done.? Why the very files
of epstien, exibit numbet one.' Threats and
Blackmail all espionage, quite standard stuff..Yet the clamour must strengthen, now is the time to sift the dust.' They are panic stricken, keep up the push.' Flush the
Carrion vultures from each hidden tree or bush? The avalanche is moving really gathering speed, tearing up the hides' sweeping all features clean, call out for disclosure of the hidden evil ones.' Whatever position they hold; under this
Earths sun.'
.
I hear nothing but the
Cold wind
Whizzing past my
Ears
Likewise
It's brush against your
Visage's curtain
Exposing voluptuous
Your lips
I see the cold's effect
Upon your breast's
Titillating raiment
I see the wind hath
Caused the scatter of
Every your
Gold and sand
Tresses
Aye
Cloak and dagger
Left at your billet's
Entry
I taste
Beyond my
Express
Desperate ours
Enhancing your boudoir
Drapes retracted
Opened panes
The biting wind
Upon your settee
Rolls with ours
* rrrr, no, this ain't no "AI"
'tiz 'fore edvard'z dabble
into cant///that be, tuh
spell it's speak...'tiz alwayz
been mine babble...well,
until mine 2nd wife learn'd
me how tuh speak y'all..lol
much love ")
Thunderbolt
With the mystical whiff
Dousing the air
he beckons hurriedly
Enticing the day
into the night
standing tall
he struts into the deed
defying every lurking laws
rummaging cloak and dagger
defiling the hallowed hollows
thus, infuriating the sitting gods
Spill the tea, tipped up spout, stirred
Friction mixes fiction into fructose
Whispers pull expectant ears close
Muffled message can barely be heard
Listen where truth and lies intertwine
Hot off the press, a hopscotch
Pebble thrown, trending watch
Manoeuvred over as squares 3- 6- 9
Folded inside last week’s newspaper
Transfer blur, ink bleed injury
Tear away band-aid gingerly
Atrocities reduced to peculiar caper
Shrine to memory melts fact, flimsy
Shadows spread black plague
Smokey mirror, images vague
Cloak and dagger funhouse whimsy
Pressed for truth, tea bags shrivel
Leaking last drips of drunk dribble
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Footsteps echo in the corridor of doubt
A thoughtless mind in lasting drought
Dried up thoughts = washed up habits
Habits sprint like wild jackrabbits
Peaking like a vicious storm crashing ashore
Spreading like a wind-blown poisonous spore
Quick to arrive and leave like molasses
An IV drip through jade-colored glasses
Finally absent with absconded talent
An effort must be made which is gallant
Habitual company was a psychological ally
Fool’s gold with cratering lows and smile so wry
Laborious efforts chased away idiosyncrasies
Stillness in idle dimensions begins to squeeze
Echoes turn to laughter then escalate to shouting
Distinctive accents with tunnel vision spouting
Usher the consigliere back to increase productivity
Compulsive companion whispering notes of creativity
Sweet surreal thoughts return to illuminate possibilities
Cautiously withdraw avoiding cloak and dagger hostilities
Poor trudeau..! Well how could he know.? Owing to
His deprived childhood?? Lets give that a go.?? No?
It won't win you over.? How could that be so?? Well
Well maybe his educational level.?? Because if his
Depri...?? Oh I already tried that..(What the devil?)
Who we all know does not exist, btw let me try some
Other tricks..He didnt know (the speaker guy?) How
Does that one hit you? Wiil it stand a round.' And if
You ask who did appoint him.?? I'll counter with don't
Be so dissapointed.' Think on the freedom you in
Canada have.' Trudeau can avail of and bang his gavel
Announcing whatever his mind can ravel?? Or un.! I
Hope i'm not offending some?? There should be laws
Against stupidity..' Oh but it could be the only path to
Escape?? Wow I think I have cancelled the case with
Ingenuity.' Apart from two thousand and seven that same
s s man, was a part of a discreation, a cloak and dagger
parliament destructive element, not at the level of 1945
Yet if you; research, there you will find quite a few ss folk
In Canada, they settled down, how many have entered your
Land? And towns? Not many in Russia..I'd think thats safe.?
To mention. To Date.!
He just ran off the cliff.
The witnesses said something looked to have drove him wild.
A lady said that she saw a cloaked figure and then that figure just disappeared out of sight.
He had just been acquitted of that murder case, found not guilty at that trial.
Taken the land and the wealth of that family by some legal loopholes and lines.
The judge spoke of the past and how the case was similar to one of another time.
With the same names of people involved and the same motives and family ties.
Except one hundred years ago his ancestor walked free to a privileged life.
The other family disappeared into the destitution and poverty of that life.
Now a curse was brought upon the titled name of the demised. It’s said an invisible force would be forever watching through invisible eyes.
It’s said that if another of that family name was found innocent of their guilt by the legal powers that preside.
Justice would be served by a cloaked dagger that would strike from a distant time.
an antique warrior
dreams cloak -and-dagger duels
other is my dream
Secret eyes
hide behind a smile
the jokers grin
masking a deliberate betrayal
Misdirection and diversion
the covert sneak offender
working in the hush-hush
thinking the fooled
will never know any better
Trust the stiletto
when the lips are sealed
and silencing
is the fault of liars
when they are revealed
How the sleepless ballet
tip toes through the night
swirling in a caul
of suspected lies
but the eyes of deception
know full well the game of smiles
petulant tears
and angry retribution
Deceit engenders separation
the waltz of togetherness
never makes its connection
inside the embrace
something still remains hidden
and truth and deeds
form a treacherous liaison
and out of sight is out of mind
Who will ever know
who walks within the cloak-and-dagger
the perplexity of a tale-to-spin
and then fears the disclosures backhander
do you know
did you know
and panic will find a certain innocence
when lips become unsealed
communications with an uncertain reticence
but silence
is always the fault of liars
when they are revealed
Grandma, what's a constellation of shapes?
It's the stars your looking at tonight.
See how they're shining bright,
Twinkling, and blinking across the black crape.
You'll need to read Greek and Roman mythology
They're full of legends who had escapades which
Were cloak and dagger kind of scrapes
That put Lupus the Wolf, Orion The Hunter, Draco
The dragon, the big and little dippers in to the
Skies. I hope this is feeding your appetite.
Grandma, what's a constellation of shapes?
It's the stars your looking at tonight.
Grandma, it's cold can I snuggle with you in your
Cape?
Of course you can Joshua. There's so much to
See. I have seen a green Comet and meteorites
That were burning through our atmosphere. Think
Of the story you could write.
If you use your imagination you could have
Quite an adventure among the stars to escape.
Grandma, what's a constellation of shapes?
It's the stars your looking at tonight.
Secrets could be the reason for my insanity,
Such bloody burdens deserving of such profanity,
They may hurt me, anger me, or cause me turmoil,
But never mind how high the price, I will never unravel.
Under the rose they will remain for all eternity,
Behind closed doors forever in my safe keep,
Protected and guarded with a cloak and dagger,
Tame your inquiring mind for curiosity’s a killer.
No one likes intruders invading the mysteries in their heads,
If I uproot my precious roses, two may keep if one's dead,
Truth is everyone’s got a hush-hush kept inside their minds,
Whether it's to hide a little lamb or conceal some underhanded crime.
So don't ask me again 'cause now you know how I feel,
A secret’s best a secret if it’s never revealed.
Treachery is the coin of the covert realm,
gears within gears turning ...
Devious machinations, pure Machiavellian
Secrecy is the Shanghai shuffle speech
Tool and Die maker,
what instrument of inflection deception
will you darkly wield?
Skilled in the art of misdirection,
fake exit wounds
make a theatrical lead entrance
A surreptitious maze
of feint thought progression
Allied motility based on mutual scoundrel affinity
Chicanery is the Au crown weight of a silver shekel tongue,
wheels within wheels spinning ...
Mirage machinations: Shimmering works so Machiavellian
Crafty consultation be the cabal mushroom reach
Fool and Cry maker,
what instrument of ruse tone
will be spuriously blown?
Trained in clandestine ways ... dubious methods
Sly serrated angles:
cloak-and-dagger means, perforated aspirations
A duplicitous labyrinth
of bifurcated deals,
from dastardly motives concealed
With the turning of the screws,
twisted obsidian truth is apnea beveled into
morally amorphous grooves
Machiavellian machinations
is warped, Mephistophelian lip lathe
of fabricated whispered news
I am in a dark room
with Edgar Allen Poe,
there is a blank wall
turned into a movie screen,
showing his life story,
a struggle of his life without glory.
Living life as a writer with a lonely pen,
hiking up a strenuous and bumpy trail,
macabre poetry and short stories written,
fell upon few and most with blind eyes,
as a poet and author he insisted to be read,
unfortunately providing him meager bread.
Dark shadows followed him wherever he went,
his essence of a cloak and dagger existence,
opening up a genre of mysteries and whodunnits,
known as the first writer of detective stories,
life was unforgiving for this enigma of a man,
he died at the age of forty not being his plan.
February 4, 2018
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