Guises Poems | Examples

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Love meets us where we are

and sees through

 Our disguises

Our guises

Our performances

Our nuances

Our expectations

Our innovations

Our convictions

Our contradictions

Our excellencies

Our inconsistencies

Love greets us where we are

Sees right through us

and does not run away

Oh, Why nobody knows

My life at stake and I didn’t realize
Where there’s truth there are lies,
That good could come from bad
Sorrow from what makes you glad,
Life sets us in many varying guises
deceit in her smile, malice in her eyes.

Life is one long stretch of compromise
Hard to break free before one’s demise,
Heaven, hell, sin, salvation, all hearsay
Life and death come and go but one way.

Trapped in time it’s hard to get away
To whom does this come? Lord, I pray
I must get out of here, must sever all ties
change my identity and assume a disguise;
With one heartbeat short, one breath away
The mighty death, Oh, is but held at bay.

Dawn Collapses Night

Dawn collapses night; the stars disappear;
the crickets fall silent, and Sol rises.
And ebony bleeds with a scarlet smear,
as Nature dons one of many guises.

A sea of blue washes across the sky
as sunbeams color clouds a rosy pink.
And while dragonflies flex their wings to fly,
shadowy silhouettes silently shrink.

While twittering songbirds sing to the sun,
butterflies fly from flower to flower.
And on silken threads that a spider spun;
dewdrops gleam in the early morning hour.

With one turn of Earth’s planetary gear
Dawn collapses night; the stars disappear.

Lost To Lust

?Lust knows it. Life and death.
?Living and reliving,
?Dieing and dieing yet again.
?Sinners souls in eternal glory of doom,
?Fuel the big burning sulphur of hell.
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?Afraid and broken inside,
?Living and dieing alike.
?A way to live was by Him made,
?Yet a way to die by we was made.
?Both ways we covet. Both ways we tread.
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?If demons could reason redemption,
?What's with the man with a soul?
?If demons can be loyal to a cause,
?What's with the man with a soul?
?Why does betraying being good comes with pleasure?
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?I covet the goodness of the light.
?How meddle I with a dark force?
?Who chooses light, yet walks with darkness?
?What is the nature of the light in me?
?Lo, lost I to the lust of darkness.
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?Death's shadow looms,
?On the path of subtle allures.
?Lust knows it, yea, lust guises it.
?Prayer is for the living.
?Against the folly of lust, death's the only way to live.

To whom does this come

My life at stake and I didn’t realize
Where there’s truth there are lies,
That good would come from bad
Sorrow from what makes you glad,
Life sets us in many varying guises
deceit in her smile, malice in her eyes.

Life is one long stretch of compromise
Hard to break free before one’s demise,
Heaven, hell, sin, salvation, all hearsay
Life and death come and go but one way.

Trapped in time it’s hard to get away
To whom does this come? Lord, I pray
I must get out of here, must sever all ties
change my identity and assume a disguise...
With one heartbeat short, one breath away
The mighty death, Oh, is but held at bay!

TO WHOM DOES THIS COME

TO WHOM DOES THIS COME

Daily and for all time, I can enjoy
A life of pleasure and satisfaction
My telling lies is really not so bad
You can see my grin, I’m not sad
I do expect your envious reaction
But I can assure you it is no ploy

Look into my eyes, and see trust
What you imagine, it will appear
I know I can adopt many guises
But what is life with no surprises
Winds are blowing hot down here
Dispersing doubts in a single gust

It could all be yours, for eternity
You only must do one easy task
Just a fingerprick and then sign
All the riches that one can mine
To whom does this come, I ask
Well my friend, it comes to me

Blessing to the Dead

Cod bless ye dead folks
God bless each Soul
Those good lucky Dead
Over those evil has no control.
Cod bless ye dead folks,  
Those too that have cause to cry 
After all sundry sadness 
They've seen to go by.  
God bless ye
                       Ye sleeping beauties
                       Ye sleeping booties 
                       Ye prizes 
Death's pleasure
God's reward
Despite sombre guises 
God bless ye:  
                         Ye buddies
                         Ye Buddhas
                         Ye Friends
Keep loving and blessing
Till the end of the ends

MY SPIRITUAL JOURNEY

My spiritual journey has been a weary walk
Into the unknown where sins talk.
My next step I can only see beyond my nose;
In the dark, I crawl on my knees and toes.

Beyond walls painted with indecency
I tread on, hoping I am on course.
Voices of deceit call on for me to see
How gloomy where I was heading was.

I took another route, one less taken
Covered with guises, goodies but mistaken
To be work, for it's draped in overalls
Especially when the divine messenger calls.

Now halfway to the place I seek
Where morality and godliness peak
I walk with vigor and purpose
For to the promised land I'm close.

ADAGIO

ADAGIO

Do not ask why sad music is slow
Reverence should never be rushed
For those memories looking back
A certain thoughtfulness is correct
Allowing remembrance and respect
For all that has now faded to black
And all voices that now are hushed
Yet the river Styx continues to flow

I can’t turn back the hands of time
As our lives must all now move on
Embracing tomorrow not yesterday
Feelings can be seen in many guises
Face a future with its own surprises
Autumn leaves all get blown away
What’s to come, not what has gone
Even if sounding like complex rhyme

There’s always the room for a smile
Grim expressions can’t last for long
Despite whatever the heart may feel
Sadness is not a permanent fixture
We are each made up as a mixture
If the day is cloudy, at least it is real
An occasional look back isn’t wrong
So, remember, if just for a little while

Enthusiasm

Enthusiasm, a fickle friend,
Illumining the soul, or chasing an end.

A trumpet call to start the race,
Run with heart, or without a face.

Honoring the master’s call alarming,
Or setting the ego dog to barking. 

A sailor’s wishing for the wind’s gifting,
Or a soul’s salve in the stars twinkling.

Enthusiasm entices in all its guises,
A forest of virtues as well as vices.

When Apollo's prowess gleamed, 
Cupid's arrow deceived 
A hero's budding heart, 
Fate's victim, 
Among the leaves.

Aspire to enthusiasm's enduring aims,
Our Halcyon spirit to exceed the waves.

Void

Mere anarchical obstinacy
Is their sad anthem all over;
Stubbornness steeped in lunacy
Is their sole claim to fame. 

Who can stand their inane guises,
Their thoughtless mouthings tolerate?
Verbiage for verbiage’s sake is their vibe;
Sheer affection for baseless hate.

Break the Mirror

How much do I know 
of how reality plays?
Can I touch the sun 
always on a fine day 
Can I see inside you 
perhaps using X-rays
Can I skip a heartbeat 
if she comes my way
Can I fix the future 
it’s best to make hay
Can I reflect myself 
damn mirror broke today 
Can I overcome fear
so far so good anyway 
Can I know what’s true 
of course by going astray
Can I justify reason
much easier than dismay
Can I show you God 
maybe it’s best to pray 
Can I define reality 
only what my mind betrays
Can I be immortal, 
in death, time goes away 
Can I rise up again 
in endless guises, I’d say!


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Set Watch Be Vigilant

Be aware of the enemy.' it is in many guises and 
Disguises
The time is here; and has indeed been for four decades
To find your familiy in church, not by denomination.'
But by there love and actions, that come from Christ
(For by their Love you will know them) I have thought
And said for the last thirty years like spirits should
Forge alliance, and tear away from artificial division
Made by men and women, I noted a remark from
Graham Hood, that he was in company not as he would
Have expected to be in before that (plandemic,,!)
Some weeks after, the realization came to my spirit
That this shadows the teaching of the Bible..'
For two will be in the field.' and one will be taken
Two will be grinding, and one will be taken for God
Will pluck up those He chooses, and this will be really
Unexpected.' Just as Hoodie remarks on how unexpected
His allies turned out to be.' Be watchful and pray.'

What Poetry Is

What makes poetry what it is?
Poetry is more than just a genre of literature
Or merely another branch or offshoot of authorship.
Poetry is language in its most sublime form…
The language of emotions, and passions,
And the expression of the imagination…
A uniquely universal language
In which the human heart engages
To communicate with and about nature,
The human experience, and itself.
The language of poetry expresses
The very image of life in all its various guises.
Poetry is, in other words,
The elemental stuff our lives are made of.
Everything in life that makes it worth remembering,
And telling others about, is what makes poetry what it is.

Moments

Moments fly off and leave a trail
behind you like dust clouds.
Most settle somewhere
in the forgotten, become irretrievable,
no longer connected to your life.
Some survive and accumulate 
on the sticky frame of what holds
you together, particles which,
by themselves, mean nothing,
but in number become the narrative 
of your past.

Some find their way here,
arguing significance, others
bubble up as if defying gravity,
free of purpose, life's loose coin.
You spend much of your time
sorting through the odd collection,
arranging into orders
of magnitude, of pain, or joy
or how much they've shaped
who you are.

In the quiet still of evenings
when you are alone,
they seem to reanimate 
and gorge like aphids 
on the branches of your life.
Sleep is no refuge. They come back
in dreams dressed in different guises,
playing out the variations on a secret 
fear or grind away trying to resolve
something you left
incomplete last week
or a lifetime ago. Each morning
as you come to, they rush in
to reassemble you, adding more,
and at the same time,
letting a little more of you go.

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