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Incognito

A-nonymous
N-ames
N-ever
A-fford

R-evealing
A-uthors,
Q-uietly
U-sing
E-ach
L-ine's

V-ivid
I-magery
V-iewed
A-t
R-andom

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Monocrostic (Birthday of Anna Raquel L. Vivar)

She was incognito

She was incognito, so I pretended not to recognize her that day.
It was the little female turtle who lived down in Oyster Bay.
As a disguise she was wearing round granny glasses and a pink wig.
I avoided her eyes, so she could feel safe smoking on her cig.

Psyche Incognito

                  Sometimes,
              I open a message
               from there words
  

Seized Incognito

Inked Confession

Innocence stolen
Defending my elders extremism
Fields of olives, roots never sowed by me

Dagger dripping red

Inch by inch the watermelons are mine
Dancing in glee, I bury tiny white robes and red stains
Forever blind to, denying all crimes

Faded Morality

New flowers will bloom on top of Ghazi
We thieves soon to face our just reward
Their children lie buried in

Jesus Goes Incognito

As we await His second coming
We know not who we look for 
As we speak, He walks among us
But as yet closed is our heart’s door

From paintings, movies and dreams
We carry a mental image in mind
But is He a being so limited and bound
Who in narrow church pews we’ll find

Jesus visits the so called fallen

Death

The most mischievous of culprits,
A tough veil over its secrets;
Devilishly keeps patrolling incognito
For the unilateral contracts it enters into.

The Eternally Incommunicado;
But easily us reaching without ado,
No signature endorsing after a collection;
Merchandise shipping to abysmal direction,
The reason why I can’t praise its business empire,
Indeed, any transaction with no umpire. 

Fallout of Eve’s naivety,
And unwitting acceptance of

The Incognito Noise

The incognito noise,
The unhealed trauma,
The endless distress,
The suffering infinite 
Become the idiom,
That is testing us,
Breaking us from within,
The perennial angst and despairs
Need to be burnt into the ashes,
The pyre of it
Will detoxify the existence,
The Dawn...

Travel Incognito Travel Light

The thirst is unquenchable
Joy eternal not in sight
Blind by day, in fear at night
We pray for a miracle!

We are anchored in desire
Caged in feeble body prism
We search in vain for freedom
Mind knows not how, heart afire!

Relax hermit! Just go in
Drop the ego bag of grief
Shift to the heart for relief
Renewing there bliss ignition!

16-November-2020
(syllabic enclosed rhyme)

Ambedo Incognito

Trance
like state,
hypnotic.
We melt therein
to savour the throb
of each offered flavour.
Within the time span we are 
captive to each nuance at play.
Softened attention, one with the flow,
imbibes each subtle pulse in gentleness.

Half the story known, we shift to intent,
our response to chosen vibration,
determining path of ascent
or for that matter, descent.
Mind body vaporised,
as we be surprised:
are we

Person Incognito

You can manage a human by love,
In case of if not a human-
Beast can be managed only by bait.
I have no such a loaf to rule
A rampant animal.
Nor I hate, that is not my manner.

The Death of Ian Incognito

The world a stage,
Shakespeare noted.
And we the imposter,
in our final call. 

A few catch our last show.
Unwitting, they s on cue,
our fatal prelude,
our convulsive caricature,
our final self-deprecation.

A clown milking our last mockery,
our closing burlesque pratfall, 
our irrevocable tremor,
our departure in floodlights.  

The guffaws intend no harm.
No one knows our real name.
We are just the

As They Danced Incognito

As They Danced Incognito 

From where I sat that night in 1971,
I could see in the distance south LA,
Lit up like grounded stars in black mud;
As a rude wind brushed up against me,
I saw you wearing navy blue with black shoes.
You were at the Roxy with my best friend.
Making out in the back row with

Incognito

Incognito
Written: by Miracle Man
11-30-2019

Sometimes we do things,
which we keep concealed.
But if we tell one person,
our planted seed’s revealed.

Perhaps our seed planting,
wasn’t intended for our glory.
But once out, replies to questions,
seems to become obligatory.

A planted seed for a harvest,
that so many do aspire.
But small town gossip spreads faster,
than a summer prairie fire.

Each time a story’s told,
something

Incognito Me With a Sore Throat

Afflicted by a sore throat, 
Being unable to think of anything else,
Carley was in a 
Despicable
Enthrallingly
Fearsome
Gloriously
Hedonic
Injured
Jumpy
Knife-like
Lethargic
Mood.

Incognito

It's not too late
To embrace fate


Being sparks well
Rough show-and-tell


Your only gain
Comes from real pain


You bear your yoke
Just like a joke


Bear love or hate
You are not late


Stern and straight chalk
You dare blunt talk


Verse you don't write
Prose fails vain cite


Plain words cast dare
Proof in strict fare


Succinct tough strains
You burn thoughts plain


Such is the way
You prize each day


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