Long Covert Poems

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Premium Member Paradigm Of Contrast


For the contrived inducement 
of the fixated being, 
an aligned identity personified,
changes in self-devised palette 
of metamorphosed color mélange,
while the conjured chameleon, 
slyly cocooned,
paints surreptitiously 
shape-shifted deception portrait.

In ostensible enactment 
of life’s incredible drama, 
performance perfected in one-act play 
with obsessed passion parodied,
gilds the corollary crafted by alchemy,
an axiomatic designed drive
induces the wily shift 
from one actor to another.

Out of the limelight, 
the covert colors fade  
on virtually made-up visage,
the pallid original face 
morphs mystically into 
veracity mirror of actuality, 
reflects the real identity depiction, 
painted in primal persona hues 
of distinctive disposition, 
epitomized once.

The spasm of pragmatic perception 
splits the mirror, 
shards of shattered pretence
willfully abandoned as discarded debris. 

Transformation creates the eluding entity, 
an alien in its own reinvented realm,
completes the illusory pattern,
designed by the paradigm of contrast.


Premium Member Constant Craving

Curiosity concerning Careen’s covert chocolate and candy cache
causes children’s cartoon crusader Charlie a calamity!

Careen’s childminding cousin Charlie and carelessly closes her candy cupboard ...
curious Charlie’s no cherub, and can’t curb his constant candy craving

Charlie champs continually on copious chunks of candy and chocolate
Chomping contentedly on chewy coffee caramels and candy canes. 
Charleston chews and Careen’s costly chocolate caramel crunch clusters
Charlie carelessly chucks the crinkled coverings on the carpet

Careen clocks Charlie chomping candy from her confectionary collection
Careen’s candy and chocolate is cherished
Consequently, Careen cannot condone cousin Charlie’s crafty crime ...

Careen’s crotchety and cross at Charlie’s out of character conduct
and contemplates contacting the cops
Charlie cringes and claims clemency, 
claiming he can’t control his cravings... he’s a covert chocoholic connoisseur
Careen can’t commiserate, calling Charlie a complete cad!

Charlie’s complains his canine crown is cracked
and the chewy candy’s caused cavernous cavities 

Calmly Careen closes and chains her candy cupboard 
then chuckles coldheartedly at Charlie’s candy catastrophe!

Cowering on a Careen’s comfy couch, Charlie cries continually 
Charlie is a complete coward and can’t cope with caries caused by candy...
He deplores and detests the drone of the dentist’s drill!

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Total War

Tread not on me, brother!
To live is to expand.
Deterrence! Slay the Other!
Cold core countermand!

Boots a-click-clack, cobblestone.
Midnight raid and how!
Help the boy to hold his own!
Sacred, O my cow!

Written in the ancient s blood?
Time to cause a flood!
Rill and river, ricin, rud!
Break, fade, flash, firewood!

Bats before the bayonets?
Batons too can kill.
Settle in before she sets?
Providence, thy will.

Wild as any modern force?
Stranger than the sea?
Shift, O river, from thy course?
Not the likes of me!

Covert action! Civilize!
Cut them down to size!
Aim for whites of foemen eyes!
Dare to criticize?

Thunder, roll o'er city street!
Alarums to ring!
Riot team, best ye complete!
Jerk them on the string!

Silent aftermath, thy path.
Kingdom, how ye grew.
Pour out poison on the math!
Hope, need talking to...
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Writer In Me Wants You To Know

poetry saves

thoughts from obscurity

leads emotions 

onto paper-thin canvas 

of feelings impressed 

with no purpose other

than being expressed


for what it is worth

a few scraps of pleasure

memoranda 

passion

and urge to find its place

a ceasefire on the threshold

of truth and truce

a pearl of nothingness

or raw perception


epitaph or prologue

a circle of blindfolds

discarded revealed exposed

in slow motion

or rapturous flow


yet I cannot take credit

for what seeps from my mind

stories are written by life

in obvious or covert stride

with marching boots or flip flops

footsteps on the beach

clinging on to the cliff face

and sometimes naked feet barely hang on


threads of my story

I need to share

from the pressure cooker of the scribe

sometimes merely a flickering flame

but always honest and sentient


each day a poem or more

leave the nib and 

the ink dries quickly

until the rain in my heart

smudges letters and words

only to be written

once again


08th August 2021

Premium Member Until Death Does Part

When trouble finds my place in time

		I stick to rhythm meter rhyme

			The planet wobbles out of kilter

	Poetry is my lens reflection filter

As virus sheds its ugly eerie mask's persona

			I can be stronger than corona

	Isolation and reclusion are no pleasure

	         But ink and fountain pen retain their measure

Nothing is worse than speechless tongues

			I breathe with so far uncontaminated lungs

	And when the apocalypse is high and nigh

		                As the quill is coughing with a sigh

			At least I've done my bit until the final day

         I'll script depict fantasise ponder have my say

About what matters in the grander schemes

				In essence love compassion dreams

			Just like the covert bug has no frontier

		I hold my friends and lover dear

	Empathy also should not stick to a random borderline

			Transcends gender race class and toughens social twine

A seasoned and rebellious maverick will not be muted

		In fact narration and lock down are rather suited


8th April 2020
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Spontaneity Space


In archaic anchorage 
          of 
the wayward mind 
isolated intuitively
         from 
the righteous roots 
of inviolability
                    resolute
by dislodging drive 
         of 
deriding desires
                    untamed 
insolent instincts 
shroud the senses 
         in 
disdain abyss

Under sensual surface 
                    apparent
        of 
corporeal conscience
                    transparent
fleeting thoughts 
                    tangential
imprint internal 
transitory profile
                    prudent
       of 
intrinsic images
       on 
the evanescing screen 
       of 
avid awareness
                    emergent 
       within 
unique quintessence 
       of 
supreme reality
 
The inner window
opens acuity 
         on 
psychic panorama
                      enlightened
lets inside
                      sunshine 
         of
the new dawn
         where 
impetuous actuality 
radiates the notion
                    impulsive 
of awakened essence
                    defined
enhancing strength 
           of 
cathartic spirit

The soul contained
                    covert
in cauldron of vacuity
finds freedom
          as
devout lotus
                    immanent
unfurls petals
         of 
divine bliss
        within 
spontaneity space
                    ingrained

Premium Member Fresh in a New Cast

Life has become an amorphous mass,
Sans shape, sans structure.
Memories too have begun to rot
And mind has turned into a scrap yard.

My world has lost its tint and throb.
Defeated and decimated,
Like a Black cat I moan.
I long for an about turn,
To reach back from whence I started,
To get out from this quagmire,
To restore all that slipped through my fingers,
In the tangled labyrinthine paths of life!

How I wish to curl unobtrusive,
Into the womb that bore me once,
To be reborn once more as my old self
To enjoy the peace and bliss, now alien.
Like a black cat I moan.

As trees bared by the winter blasts,
Stay in wait for the spring to arrive,
I await a life, fresh and new
And long like a bird, freed from its cage,
To soar into the panorama of the blue.

Before that, I must rip loose
And peel away the covert mask
Sticking tight to my concealed face,
Though it may cause me to bleed.
Exhale the soot of hatred
Polluting my larynx and lungs.
Eject out the venom through my fangs.
Douse the heat and drive the thirst,
For power and pelf, flesh and flush.
Time is up for me to leave the stage.
But ere I make the final bow,
I should fit into a new cast
And become a man again!!

The Tower Block

The elevator shudders -
then a muted ping as narrow doors slide open,
the conveyance only lifts one person at a time,
               when it descends it is always empty.

I've been here before,
the stairs are always urine stained
condoms lay like squashed snails
on the cracked concrete.
It is a place for secretive degradations
a covert whereabouts
where shame wears thin its painted grin.
Nobody climbs this stairwell
it winds and ascends - a hollow intestine
          wrapped around an echoing tower.

I'm on the wrong floor,
a small sign on the bare grey wall
reads, "wrong floor."
I recall too late that there is no 'right' floor
just living-spaces cut into damp breeze blocks
Stagnant light pools in neon-lit halls,
and the still air hums with a low electric buzz.
Key in hand I search for an address
that is a denominator
                            of my personal blood type.

We came here as refugees gladly,
the city had grown remorselessly alien
but now we are exiled,
lost in this space that rises upward
beyond any high of hope,
it reaches into a darkness,
a murk we suspect is a buried basement
                               and not a rise at all.

Far, far below, on the other side
of a smeared, tightly-shut window
shadow people hide from themselves
where as usual a ‘seek and find’ rages on.
There at ground floor level
the elevator doors do not open,
                                      not for anyone.

The people of the tower are most grateful to be
sequestered inside their own hollowed-out hive
free from the streets
and the always perilous threat
                         of their own collective dreams.

Premium Member Arose

Darkness imbues sunlight,
 Stars adorn pitch of night.
 Pristine as north winds blow,
 Huddled in loam, primroses grow.

Razor clouds streak across sky,
 Starkly bleeding is dawn to eye.
 Sangria balm touches azure skin,
 Contrast like yang and yin.

 Shadows shrink, ignoble retreat,
  Selene, curtsey, obliges defeat.
 Emblazes arise, heat carries,
 Tip to root blushing varies.

Dawn serenades coming day,
 Phoenix arose from ashes of grey.
 Pigments leak from wounded sky,
 Serene, expanse gone awry.

 Restless in sound of silence,
 Darkness stalks with defiance.
 Bated pounce as sun depletes,
 Across waned skies, color secretes.

 Bloom resigns, surrenders,
 Bows to infinite splendors.
Brigand moon ‘neath covert night
 Abscond again, posies light.
sun
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Would You Still Love Me?

If no longer could I inscribe, upon tapestries of rosy skies,
Dreams tinted violet, blossomed in themes amethystine,
And no longer could I weave-in the dreamscapes of life,
Failing to decode the missives of your clandestine smile;

If bluebells, red buds, white magnolias~ blooming spring,
And the tall oaks swaying with the slow dance of willows,
And the zephyrs that undulate ripples, burbling with currents,
Could no longer wow you on the banks of our giggling river;

If rustling trees, whirling leaves, dazzling chromatic glee,
Majestic aspens, sugar maple, fall’s stellar symphony,
And blushed twilight ceding to moonlit night’s euphony,
Could no longer mesmerize you in autumn’s blazing glory;

If frosty season sprinkling snowflakes on enchanted evening,
Bedecking face of prairies, enlivening decaying meadows, 
And sun’s aureate mellowed rays glinting elongated shadows,
Could no longer lure you to the splendor of falling snow;

If I can’t infer love from passions amethyst of rising dawn,
If I can’t decipher meaning of your covert, unfolding smile,
If I can’t invoke spring in budding birth of yellow daffodils,
If I can’t show you autumn in a single golden falling leaf,
If I can’t make you feel, winter’s angst in shuttering trees;

Then I am afraid, it must be true, a poet I have ceased to be;
And yet, I hear you say my dear, forever you will love me.

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