She's probably still tied to her mum's apron,
But she definitely needed no chaperon,
So to Dubai she went for a competition,
With many of her mates from the same institution.
She suddenly became a sensation,
When behind a hotel door of a foreign nation,
She romped,
Not with one but with many they bumped.
The story was whitewashed as a hype,
All over the internet was the tape,
Not of a ravished fellow,
But of shame with a joyful bellow.
She rode like a horse while others were there to cheer,
She stroked up and down as if on an armchair,
Bad parentage casually strolled each inch of the room,
Moral decadence boomed in the gloom refusing to sweep with a broom.
Then after, the mother came on air soaked in tears to blame all except self,
She dressed like for a funeral flanked by her own set,
Her pictures looked solemn but her wears had the hearts of a yippee,
She was just the carricature of the way her girl clothed herself as a groupie.
Whilst the mother blamed the school,
The school in turn called the mother the fool,
Meanwhile, the society badmouthed them both,
But if at all there is a blame it is to everyone in this boat.
Categories:
in hiding, betrayal, emotions, growing up,
Form: Rhyme
Believe me, I wish I was kidding.
I was in this Hospital-
I was in THAT Hospital…
As I am so crazy.
Bad enough to be “helped.”
Too bad to be saved.
Categories:
in hiding, mental illness,
Form: Free verse
Zucchini in Hiding
David J Walker
What am I supposed to do
With this HUGE Zucchini
That hid under the HUGE leaves
Of its mother plant
For a month
Guarding it against a harvest
It is at last three feet long
And 10 inches around
I think I could use it to
Pound tent stakes into
The ground
I see there are recipes
For Huge Zucchini
Stuffed with Italian sausage
And mushrooms and cheese
That looks like it could feed
An Army
Or
I could hollow it out
To make a boat
Assuming it could float
Or
Grow another and
Carve both into those
Wooden Dutch boy shoes
Or
I could have left it alone
To grow on its own
Big enough to
Carve into a camper
Attaching wheels and an awning
Hooking it to the back of my
Pickup truck
Registering it as the only
Zucchini Camper in the country
Next year I swear
(as I always have)
To watch my garden with
More care
And keep checking by the
The hour
When the Zucchini’s start
To flower in the morning
By night it may be too late
And as fate will have it
I will discover another
Huge Zucchini in hiding
Categories:
in hiding, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
The faerie who almost got caught
Was trembling when the writing hand
Almost knocked her out of her
Inkwell hiding place.
Her heart beat wildly.
She had to put her hand over
Her mouth, so she would not
Scream. Which should have
Alerted me to her hiding place,
Me being psychic and all,
But it didn’t.
Well-done, faerie.
Well-done, indeed!
Categories:
in hiding, fairy, muse, perspective, poetess,
Form: Free verse
Waiting, springtime rains coming soon
I'll be listening to the beat
While the rain
Drop
Drop
O
N
T
O
The landscape adorn of
Sunsets
Water
Mountains
Grass
Trees
I dream of a mind as peaceful as a meadow
Incessant thoughts spinning around me
I’ll write you with jazz playing
Wine in the bottle
A pen in a poet’s hands
A word, written and shared
From Midnight Poet In Hiding
Categories:
in hiding, poets,
Form: Free verse
Hiding here inside my closet, I feel safe in the dark
knowing on a pile of sheets lies my very psyche;
it's only a thought, yet I am unhurt among drawers…
so I curl and stare blank, imbibing bits of gentle
murmurings that whisper on hangers as they
sway with the lint...I strain to listen
but prickly voices gush out of reach
from the sleeves of a night
like a conversation behind closed knobs…
I hear yet can't quite grasp
what my heart wants to say in low dips ;
like a tremolo carrying mould of twilight...
it hums all sermons of a Sunday church bell
speaking in tongues I knew once...long ago.
The moon folds around me in black suds
washing a laundry of venting desire, only to find myself
trapped by needles…I feel a stab, a grating chill: perhaps,
I have no language when no one wants to listen.
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Categories:
in hiding, absence, voice,
Form: Free verse
Shadows hide what face-paint could not erase
Pain shown all over her face
Sadness erupts inside
Seeing what she truly looks like brings fear
Tears flow as mirrors crash down
Breaks in many pieces
Pit of her stomach clenches when she’s out
Hiding when she has the chance
Running away always
Time doesn’t seem to heal her painful wounds
Inside she wishes to die
Secretly wanting death
Hope fades like the sun on dark cloudy days
Her face contorts to her pain
She must endure always
She wonders if she will ever be free
As her days are filled with tears
Unknown is her future
Russell Sivey
Categories:
in hiding, depression, life, loss, sad,
Form: Kimo
Why do you hide
In your clouds of fluffy white,
Don't you know I need you
Every day, and every night!
I ask you simple questions
But I feel I am a bore,
I want you to speak with me
I don't want to feel ignored.
Why do you not answer
Anytime I ask,
What do you want from me
What is my lifetime task?
Can't you ever show your face
Or embrace me with a hug,
Why are you so far away
As I kneel upon my rug.
Sometimes I feel I'm talking
To a vacant sky so blue,
One time can't you answer me
When I'm speaking just to you.
Lynn Barany
Categories:
in hiding, hope,
Form: Light Verse
Hidden on a crisp white paper
Tracing itself in the lines of a sketch
Swirling through an artist’s paint
Rustling through the wind-stirred leaves
Weaving through an angel’s hair
Dancing in rainbow hues across the sky.
It chatters cheerily with the pebbles of a creek bed,
Or whispers gently across a sea of grass.
Other times, it roars violently in volcanic wrath
And hisses and pops like wet logs on a fire
It winks at me out of a loved one’s eyes
And tickles my ear in the lark’s song.
It swirls through my fingers with water of a bubbling stream
Tantalizingly, it teases my nose, like fresh-baked apple pie.
I find it in my father’s arms, when I can hear the steady beat of his heart,
Or discover it in the tangle of my siblings as we collapse in fits of wild laughter
It hid in my mother’s loving voice, while she sang me to sleep
And I see it in the curl of a baby’s tiny hands as she slumbers in my arms.
At night, it cocoons me when I snuggle under the covers
Concealed deep in the conclaves of my soul
Sequestered in the chambers of my heart,
Nestled snugly in my memories,
Coiled reassuringly in my mind
That is where my poetry hides.
Categories:
in hiding, life, nature, on writing
Form: Free verse