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Fear is false evidence that appears real,
It camouflages a true form,
Fear is a raging torment,
It blinds us from the good at every moment.
Fear is an insistent voice that clouds the mind,
It says ill is near and behind,
Fear is a cloud that shields the light,
It sojourns not only at night.
Fear is a suspicious trait,
It says that no one is strait,
Everyone is filled with hate,
And it’s an inevitable gate.
Fear is an ominous perception,
Gloom is its intention,
It is recalcitrant in its appearance,
Only faith can bring total clearance.
Fear is a hanging terror,
It blurs the image in the mirror,
Only resonant confidence
can shatter its residence,
July 23, 2022.
Fear Is Liar Poetry Contest,
Sotto Poet.
Fear flutters on fetid wing
when jealousy stirs inside.
And camouflages its sting,
but it's difficult to hide.
Feeling like it's dying inside,
a broken heart doesn't sing.
For it's lost its strident stride,
like a puppet with no string.
Deceiving my heart, you lied,
knowing what pain you would bring.
And as my hopes and dreams died,
you pawned my engagement ring.
You simply cast trust aside
and scraped up some muck to sling.
And didn't care if I cried,
hurling words hurt egos fling.
You're heart's devious and snide,
a lonely, desperate thing.
And your fortunes will slip-slide,
no matter how hard you cling.
(Quatrain)
8/19/2017
Blood runs smoothly in a ground.
Sweats are flowing with a sound.
Bullets are flying anywhere.
Screams are shouting in the air.
Crawl on the grass with a brave look.
This battle can’t be written in a book.
Firing weapons are all geared for war.
He thumps himself in a one huge bar.
Trying to avoid the loud explosion,
Pretending no fear is a sad imitation.
Hours of inferno in the field,
Camouflages are naked with no shield.
Life is on risk for his nation.
To achieve peace is his bold intention.
Gone to distant places that they’ve been,
Salute the heroes who are wearing in green.
Through the funnel of time, we are hurried like the wind - it doesn't stop to whisper,
Life, swift and silent, flows in rivers of liquid sand.
With each fleeting moment, the profound avoids us, camouflages itself - it doesn't speak,
And we leave behind a grandeur of untouched depths, an unmovable Atlantis.
We are long shadows in hastened dusks, forgetting to question,
Day by day becomes a sea of banality, foam on forgotten waters.
The sentence of our days seems woven from an incurable haste,
We awake with souls wandering, asking why our life is all shattered?
In the boiling of the clock, conversations burn up, leaving only dim embers,
We look back over the dunes of years, seeking an oasis sprinkled with meaning.
Prisoners in the labyrinth of superficiality, where sonorous echoes we do not find,
The years have left us with the regret that everything is now – a dense equivocation.
Ah, we are phantoms running through the corridors of time - mere pulse and dream,
Without stopping to listen to the silence that speaks with us, that sneaks in.
We wonder melancholically where all the moments we missed have gone, so late,
In the end, we seek the others, only when the present has sunk, and we find that everything was a treasure.
The stranger is strange, pariah, leper sounds offbeat,
Neither truculent, nor relevant, all destined to encounter the doomed relic;
The bizarre outlander, alien to stimulate the instant pulse-beats!
The uninvited hobnobber, one despises to welcome in routine frolic.
The stranger is unsolicited, the object of latent fear,
As strange may be the ways of the unbidden ones' intentional cares!
The stranger is unfaithful: weird to tranquility, comfort and cheer,
For the sceptical one, we become anxious by a mere fateful encounter!
The stanger lies in our conscience; in a distant land in paradoxical disguise.
Masquerade, the image generates an uncanny fear to sigh!
Sounds delinquent to subjugate the wires of prudent conscience!
Nonetheless, cogitates as usurper of peace; an ineffable parti pris.
Self-centred, they are loquacious, spell bound like con stars;
Babbles from the masks, camouflages as the epitomes of pretenders.
Unknown, unfamiliar, stirs alarms not to mingle, to be away, to be cautious.
In disguise, comes the alleged stanger to ruin ones' peace to shudder and shatter.
But the most alarming of all preconceived archetypes, are the strangers:
Who lingers on, as routine friends and well wishers,
On whom we doted on, are the real dear strangers,
Who by feigning friends, acted quisling, an obvious stranger!
'Hold!' sometimes left us dumbfounded with their insensible fickle deeds;
Even when the unknown stanger might spare and stand by us in awful needs!
When our intimate ones deny to wink at the distress;
While busy in spilling the beans, our woes go unnoticed by the feigned well-wishers.
Indeed! They are the untagged apparent strangers, fugitives in our trials.
Beware of those strangers, whom we adore as near and dear ones, 'bosom friends,'
the agnates and cognates, to entitle the crown, “an actual stranger" who elopes in tmes of miseries!
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Within these four walls secrets kept
Memories festering, emotionally crippling
Screaming, turmoil, and madness
Chaos and chaotic people sting
Dreams of shouts for freedom,
Emotions built and have died for a reason. His
sadistic unconscious goal of desire. I beg,
“Please No More! “
My empty words echo only to be heard by these four walls
Refuge under my tear stain pillows,
abandoned by my own shadows long ago.
To sleep in comfort of dark shadows
So no one sees how I’ve slept
Keeping a smile camouflages my emotions
Unexpected fear has made me wept
Grief affects my mind and soul
Divorcing myself from the self-distraction gateway
Showing me there could be a better way forward
Instead of retreating into the four walls to stay of arms way
Spotting something bright in the deepest recesses
Swallow my fears, force myself to understand flirt
Allow myself the luxury of breathing in the human rainbows
Gleaming suns warmth eternal comfort
2/24/2016
revised
Acquiescing to love's defeat,
you hold your sad feelings within.
And as passion's flame flickers out,
anxieties slowly begin.
Dominating reality,
tears flow with emotional force.
And wash away the promises,
that kept your hopes and dreams on course.
The weight of betrayal hits you
with the clout of a speeding train.
And you're left spinning in a trance,
oblivious to all but pain.
Fueled by half-truths and deceit,
your happy thoughts begin to ebb.
And soon, your vulnerable heart
falls victim to depression's web.
Your soul's susceptible to lies,
for love camouflages the truth.
And salvaging remnants of trust,
you shed the innocence of youth.
A Patch of Blue Embraced
Sunlight
Freckles sidewalks
Summer shimmer light points
Golden yellow sunbeam slices
Leap in celebration
Embrace a patch
Of blue
Raindrops
Speckle rooftops
Umbrellas dot the gloom
Puddles dance in bright staccatos
Trees bow down to rainbows
To find a patch
Of blue
Fog’s breath
Camouflages
The meadow forest’s face
Where spiders shower in dew drops
Tule haze swept away
Opens a patch
Of blue
Lightning
Scented incense
Ozone thunder raging
Elusive storm winds playing tag
Teases clouds make a hole
For nascent patch
Of blue
Moonlight
Paints with silver
Moonglow gilded glitter
Platinum kisses drip from leaves
Looking to quick embrace
A midnight patch
Of blue
6/1/21
Contest: Heptastich
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Heart of Gold
She camouflages her gold
vaulted in smiles
shrouded in humor
glimmers of hope suspended
her armor is made to shield
arrows of affection deflected
Amour was histories last dance
only a pirate of captains rank
would understand this ancient map
splintered shovel may be rusted
sea salt takes its toll
every pirate seeks a treasure
and sails the world to know
where such gems may be buried
alas when you find good fortune
put your feet to land
traverse fields of flowers
and give that gal your hand
Kiss her tenderness, buried beneath
lofty passions
after a heart so pure
treasures to beholden
love often interred far en deep
Couple
Couple staying on brawling love
In gay grim or depressed charm
As quarreling crows or cooing doves
Unwilling obsession on definite wobbling.
Quiet loud sounds heart beat
Fast slow runs odd even feeling.
Ignored resistance on temptation
Hot iced passion about to ooze
tending peaceful calm devastation.
Cold soul ready to ignite fire
on incredibly believable
dull disinterested desire.
He feels love: She loves to feel
Blunt emotion keen in motion
Deal on love or love to deal.
Carefully careless couple camouflages
Bright smoke! Open secret or sure prediction!
Under ash- covered blaze quite cool love outrages.
08/18/16
'All Yours' Contest by Brian Strand