Coverup Poems | Examples

Parade of Antlers

I pump my arms, my legs
through chlorinated fluidity,

hopeful of shaping up,
not shipping out.

up and down, side to side.
sinking weights.

still wet, dash off to my car.
vinyl and towels on the seat.

wouldn’t want to be pulled
over, wearing only a coverup,

but I want
for my shower.

to the top of the hill.
Oh! Deer!

spotted. no two. done.
no three. the fourth

has huge antlers. stops.
I’ve opened my window

so we can stare at each other.
we have our moment.

so four. no, five.
the final oh-deer

pulling up the rear,
not as robust as the last. done.

now, for the shower;
and to show hub’ the pics

of trees wagging tails,
antlers in the midst,

and the watered down animal
snapped in my itty bitty forest.

Charlene and Barb

I saw that Charlene was spitting the dummy
And I knew it due to her tall poppy syndrome
She has always been jealous of Barb
Barb is wearing a chic, posh swimsuit coverup
It looks like it walked down a designer’s runway

Charlene said to me “what a budgie smuggler”, huh?
I promptly left; I rarely spend time faffing around.
Besides, Charlene is as negative as Barb is positive.
Not someone with whom I want to spend time.

Bad Season

How could you do that to yourself?
You don't even have the slightest idea of how it felt.
You are just making things up,
You have no idea how hard it is to coverup.
All the pain I went through,
Seems meaningless after seeing myself with no clue.
Tried so hard to not look at others.
But kept self sabotaging one after the other.
Never thought I'd ever end up here,
But that's what you get after dealing with extreme pain and fear.
Life gets better and everything happens for a reason,
But deep down we all know that I am meant to be a bad season.

Tao Game Theory

This LeftMind dominant
viral virtue 
of practicing RightBody patience 

Is a coverup 
for feeling deep impatience.  

Feeling impatient is not as hopeful 
as exploring active curiosity. 

Curiosity 
about why someone, 
including my own anthro-privileged self, 
would default to live win/lose 
competitively 

When our healthiest, 
and safest 
economically enlightened 
and politically empowering experiences 
have always grown choices to live 
liberally
radically
integrally
EarthTribally
sacredly
neurosystemically
ecologically
more fully win/win, 
cooperatively co-invested.

Passionate curiosity might kill the occasional cat; 
but probably not more deadly 
than dispassionate lack of curiosity.  

Besides, 
passionate curiosity can also be more fun
than boring impatience

More joyful, 
than sad
mad
bad 

More curiously glad
even appropriately win/win consenting adult/adult lusty

More sad/glad soulful 
preferring mindful disciplines 
like healthy therapeutic dances 
and well-sung 
resiliently brilliant love songs.

Anticipating His Smile

She anticipated his brown eyes shining up
When he saw her skimpy beach cover all
She knew his heart would beat triple time
He would probably stumble on the beach

Their relieved embrace would go on forever and a day
She would get gritty with sand
It would be worth it

The announcement was made on Tuesday
He was not coming back from Viet Nam
She wore the coverup in his honor
Anticipating his smile from heaven

Colossal Coverup

World's largest ichthyosaur
       just discovered...

     Why not uncovered?
       It was there all the time

Fig Leaf

"Life is way too short to keep 
friends that break your heart. "

                        Quote _by Constance 

                      A fig leaf coverup,
              a friendship that was just a figment;
a charade with an ultimate breakup,
for it was a friendship with no pigment.
                     Evil hidden by a thick cloak,
your camouflage of friendship-   I now revoke; 
your false mask of kindness has been broke.
      Oh, I was blind,
            as your charade into my life twined;
                      you played with my accepting mind.
Now, your ugly true colors are revealed- and I cleanup,
            I pulled back this fig leaf figment;
      and all tendrils of fake friendship-  I choke,
in my life you are now just a distasteful segment.

_____________________
March 29, 2022

Poetry/Rhyme/Fig Leaf
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1444-225-29
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France

Theme - chosen - Fig Leaf

Written for the Standard contest, This or That, Vol 11
sponsor, Edward Ibeh, Judged 04/22/2022

Third Place

The Covid-5

Crazy Cuomo just molested New Yorkers one final time
(hopefully)
by commuting the sentences of four convicted murderers...
If putting covid-19 positive patients back into nursing homes 
wasn't enough(or the subsequent coverup)
or the sexual harassment of dozens of women 
this maggot of a human being spilled even more blood 
onto the big apple streets...
     Governors Whitmer-Wolf-Newsome-Murphy
had similar deadly nursing home Covid-19 policies
where is the outrage from the cricket-throated 
Dr. Seuss- Mr. Potato head obsessed media.

Impeach-Impeach-Impeach-Impeach!

The Drama

I love the colors, so vivid and bright,
Bringing springtime into my sight
Flowers so flamboyant they delight
Amid nature’s promise, all in white
~
I love the green and emerald places
That summertime shares in traces
Of lawn, tree and plants that embraces
Our beautiful sunlit days filled with graces
~
I love the deep reds, orange and gold
Dancing leaves sent for autumn to behold
Sunlight whispering through naked cold
Of limbs that have lost their leaves stronghold
~
I love the glittering glass on snow falling
Traces of winter winds, storms softly calling
A winter wonderland sees the white crawling
Creating a fairytale amid forests left sprawling
~
The seasons all carry their different panoramas
Some of them can even seems like the Bahamas
None of them will ever coverup with pajamas
They love to enrich our lives with their dramas

Grandma Wears Thongs

February 14th.
Fifty three degrees.
What? Get out your bikini.
Kick off those shoes.
It is time to break out the Koolaid.
Plunk in the ice cubes. 
Use Grandma's aluminum glasses
The ones from the 50's that keep things cold.
Where is my surfboard?
My swimsuit coverup?
My suntan lotion?
My thongs?
Grandma! Giggle. Giggle. "You WEAR thongs!"
Sure do, I say proudly, holding up my flip flops.
Confusing them every time.

The Mystery of Humpty Dumpty

Ladies and gentleman
Breaking news proving 
The great conspiracy theory
Was far from a hoax -
Early this morning Jack Frost 
Guilt-ridden and repentant
Turned himself in to the authorities
Admitting to his gruesome crime

Jack Frost confessed it was he
who assassinated Sir Humpty Dumpty
By the great wall of China
in broad daylight in front of hundreds
of witnesses who never came forward to testify
The coverup seemed it would never be solved

The assassin has been apprehended
The long-term mystery has been solved
Though the motive remains sketchy at this time
It is rumored that there was a love triangle
With the international superstar Miss Piggy



Submitted on June 27, 2018 for contest THE MYSTERY OF HUMPTY DUMPTY sponsored by FARAZ AJMAL  -  RANKED 1ST

Behind the Walls of Shame

Behind the walls of shame

I discovered makeup when I was lost and weary, it took me to heart and hid all the scars I had.
I discovered sunglasses when I felt ashamed of my brown eyes,they all said I was a stoner way before...
I started adoring my clothes when I realised they could coverup all my flaws and shapeless shapes.
I began to adore my shoes when I was enlightened to the ruthless embarassing routes my feet took.
I became more concerned with my hair because I could tell it revealed the secrets my head is battling with.
My lips became the source of my malice and demise, they uttered the most valgur truth so I painted them pink,red,purple and more.
I chose to wipe my bruised arm with all the cheap jewellery I owned 'cause I couldnt let them see...
My hands were bloody so I dipped my fingernails in red nailpolish.
Now that am in exile in my own skin and behind all this material beings I'll holdon to my panties and only take them off to pee and bath..
Who am I to blasphem so..

Coverup

The warmth of the sun on my skin 
The kiss of the wind in my hair 
All of nature wants to make me feel 
But there are days I dont want to care 

The darkness in my heart 
Sends storm clouds to the sky 
There could never be another 
That makes me want to cry 

My eyes to the heavens 
My soul drops to the floor 
Searching for my beauty 
The one who I'd adore 

Your sunshine is blinding 
I've covered up my eyes 
I'm going to stop looking 
Until this teardrop dries 

Mother nature you send me 
Butterflies and a blossoming rose 
Must you try to cover the agony 
in my heart, it hungers, it grows

Genuine Journalist

.

The genuine journalist must be nosy but fair.
      His profession strictly requires him to be so.

But between a public matter and private affair,
      the legitimate, fine distinctions he must know.

His nose for news must be tempered by discretion,
      that sharp sense that condemns the mangling of insight,

that creeping in of gossip with truth's distortion,
      and that blurring of borders between wrong and right.

With the highest respect for what's confidential,
      he must despise tolerance for any coverup.

To inform, to enlighten, these are essential
      for him to smile when his time is finally up!

.

Journalist

The genuine journalist 
    must be nosy but fair,
his profession strictly 
    requires him to be so;

but between a public matter 
    and private affair,
the legitimate, fine 
    distinctions he must know.

His nose for news must be 
    tempered by discretion,
that sharp sense that condemns 
    the mangling of insight,

the creeping in of gossip 
    with truth's distortion,
and the blurring of borders 
    between wrong and right.

With the highest respect 
    for what's confidential,
he must despise tolerance 
    for any coverup;

to inform, to enlighten, 
    these are essential
for him to smile when 
    his time is finally up!

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