Long Disguise Poems
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Well, yes, all the gruff beknown deny,
and ones’ own lifting oar hear mighty bombs burst
whilst autocrat hymn—
“Let cristned bombs pelt from the hea’enly sky”.
Awe! Does one shy in cheer, yes, forgo the indelible?
Or do one jeer? Cry?
Art one silent amidst nationalists amok?
E’en when in lifting ones’ own nudging oar,
yes, do hear mighty bombs burst whilst foreign babies cry?
Do one in secret loathe, yes, the moms
who as cristned bombs pelts sing nippers’ lullabies?
Awe! As the mighty cristned bombs pelts lands afar
does one disregard, yes, when mites, one's own, sever
the wings of butterflies
to garner affection so denied?
Awe, here lies, yes, barbarism in disguise…
Whether rooted or buried,
Weathered truths amuse as charity
Towards the crude and the sharing,
In hopes of proving some clarity.
Yet it’s with this first link; a chain is born.
Forged and tempered by a speech,
Or foul and tampered with our reach,
It is still what is grown that comes away as fruit,
but not of the poisonous tree;
With Flourishing and budding flora,
hoping of whats to come we call fairly, sorta,
in pairings of tones from both of
the muttering and the daring,
From of all who wonder of these
latent seeds to be considered as
“of the unborn.”
But if by a birth that is to be controlled,
then a yield may become trodden,
Flattened and rotten, just as any fabrics lathered in hardships become tattered and spotted
until they are torn.
Left finally, truly forgotten
Then presumably silently and
Sworn to be compassionately
And delightfully alone.
Albeit, the same chance remains
without this touch of authority,
For be it where wonder may not dismiss,
And where judgement stops glaring,
an illusion of autonomy finds the disguise
Of a choice tending to a worth
Inherently unknown.
Where is it, i ask,
Where may two sides of the same coin
Argue upon their price?
Why may a currency ingrained with such a bickering inexplicable thought wage this necessity of war?
I want to know what I look like in your eyes.
Because in mine all I see is insecurities.
Do you see me?
Or do you see the disguise I put on to hide the real me?
You say that you love everything about me when I can't even find something I love about myself.
What do you see?
I see the ugly monster.
But do you see what I see?
If you could give me your eyes for just a moment, so I could see myself through your eyes.
Then maybe I could love myself.
Do you love me even when I'm a mess?
Do you love me while I cry?
Do you still love me while I spill my emotions?
What do you see in me that I can't even see in myself?
Do you feel the same about yourself?
Do you want to know how I see you through my eyes?
Your skin is perfect, like the pale moon in the sky.
Your eyes are deep like the ocean, holding all of your emotions.
Your hair is perfect like a soft bed of leaves.
The color of bark on a tree.
I love everything about you.
I love everything I see through my eyes.
But am I just seeing your disguise?
Why do you hide?
Do you hide because I do too?
What if we both took off out disguises?
What if we traded eyes?
So we can see what the other sees in us.
The flaws and the perfection.
We can stop hiding from each other.
I want to see the other side of you like the moon always hides a piece of herself.
I want to see myself through your eyes.
I want to know what you think of me.
I love everything about you.
I love looking at you.
I love talking to you, even if I have nothing to say.
I love the way you smile.
I love the way you laugh.
But still, I wonder what you love about me.
I wish you would tell me how you feel because the way you act confuses me.
Do you love me like I love you?
How do you see me?
What do your eyes see?
If I could do most anything
A week to have for my very own?!
I'd put away the mop and broom!
The paper work would have to wait!
No rush to work, ....so what if late?
I'd put my chores upon the shelf
I'd sleep in late, perhaps till noon
I'd take the car out for a ride
I'd walk about the countryside
And lay along the riverbank
And toss some sticks, and take a swim
And ride my bike, and play some pranks
Eat peanut butter with loads of jam
And make mud pies....because I can!
And watch the ducks and geese that gather
Those ticking clocks?....Ignore....I'd rather!
I'd sit out in the sun that gleams
Among the trees I'd lie and dream
I'd head back home, and whistle songs
I'd make a call and right some wrongs
I'd take a nap and eat a snack
Then put music on and do a dance
I'd take a good book from the shelf
Curl up and indulge myself
A mom like me who hovers...races...
To keep the pace, going places
Helping, filling needs of many faces
Never has alone time...spaces
So one week's worth of self indulgence
Sounds like bliss...could it exist??
Perhaps I should find a great disguise...
Would that be wise? Go undercover...
Just a week, sounds quite resplendent...
Just as long as it's not forever....
The anvil of power weighs heavy
on my heart, forging my decisions.
For my crown's coveted by weaker men,
hatching plots and schemes to usurp me.
The whole world is at my beck and call,
none dares question my authority.
For I rule with a hard iron fist,
unchecked by the glove of compassion.
I'm gifted gold chains, precious stones, and
costly silks to adorn my body.
But, they can't disguise the fact I live
in an extravagant gilded cage.
Peace is maintained with merciless might
squashing any signs of rebellion.
For I and only I am ordained
to rule, mandated by God's decree.
Love's a luxury I can't afford
it can cost me the price of a throne.
And trust is merely nonexistent
in my quiver of indulgent whims.
Time is the ultimate crucible
stripping away my soul piece by piece.
And changing me spiritually
until there's nothing left but a shell.
I'm the alpha, and the omega
war and terror are mine to command.
For I am the harbinger of death,
don't mistake me for anything less.
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2/20/2017
So many nights not sleeping a wink wishing I could for an hour not feel the pain.
Everything hurts no one understands, you're gonna be ok you'll be fine, it's all in your head.
Why am I sad? is it because no one hears?
Nobody understands the pain "you're strong get over it".
Beginning to doubt, no longer believe, my faith is shattered. When I fell no one took my hand.
Why do I need to go on? I'm left here all alone. All I want is to be able to just close my eyes, feel no pain.
My eyes force themselves open try to find the light instead of light all it sees are bright flames.
Waves of destruction, thought of death. No one was there no one cares if I'm here or not.
Once, twice, three times, tried to burn it down. Each and everytime an unexpected angel saved my life.
It's not their name or their motive, it was the fact that though still in darkness finally someone cared.
Tough choices I'll have to lose something, if I'm to gain what will make life, not as it was but better.
Eyes wide open, give of my heart, body and soul,. It's all become clear, life's lessons are always hard earned.
I've paid my dues, earned my wisdom, The true power of life is in the surrender and not control.
Angels in disguise are still meant for what they are... A sign from the universe I'm still here please don't quit.
One life saved one positive choice. Like dominos of life. Each one connects and creates life.
I thank God for all I have for all my learned. I choose life I choose now I will never again say I'm done.
Deals are not on the level
When you make them with a devil
Who's soul is just full of lies
Hidden under a disguise
Of pure charm and gentle voice
No options of any choice
Will be yours when pulled right in
To his cold heart ways again
You know he's deadly with his crimes
Of heartbreak time after time
But you get lost in his web
As he lures you to a bed
That will be the end of you
Knowing it will leave you blue
As he plays you like a yo yo
Up and down emotions go
Leaving you for days on end
Till he needs you once again
Weakened you will take him back
Falling again for his trap
Of desire and fulfillment
There is never a commitment
Making you his only one
He'd just rather love and run
Over and over with several
Who've made deals with this devil
He breaks everybody's will
With his years of deadly skill
He's aquired through the days
Learning how to play this game
Women longing for his lust
Then left in a cloud of dust
Till the day he will return
Once again to love and burn
I stare out this foggy, rain-soaked window,
longing for a past that once was.
It beckons me hence, says to me "follow";
I want nothing but what once was.
The drops on the glass, my heartbeat echoes,
though broken and torn it may be;
memories dance on, lingering shadows
of what remains of her and me.
The thunderous peals, the ominous sounds,
imitate the struggle within;
her light won't leave me, it simply surrounds,
revealing just how low I've been.
The calm after the storm, peaceful goodbyes,
they ease the losing of what was;
yet still, my smile is my soul's disguise;
if only I had what once was.
You come to me, again
in the midnight hours feigned
where only darkness and control reigns,
and life seems soured resignations
to unfulfilled expectations
that fill the nation with dissension and conflagrations,
some seek truth alone on which to rely,
others readily accept the lie
what conspiracies lay in disguise?
Clear your mind, open wide your heart
this was not the plan at the very start
of a free republic to be set apart
from acceptance and stagnant dependent rule
recalling historic lessons from school
now changed and reconstructed to fool
actions quite the mystery
as the past becomes rewritten history
extinguishes the dream that only becomes trickery.
I’m Virgo, playing music tranquilly
in this self-portrait. The clavichord I chose.
It denotes fine education; the black clothes
I'm wearing prove I value chastity.
Dark as a shadow, to the left of me
is the face of my governess, which shows
I am dutiful. My face fairly glows -
lit with love for the arts and poetry!
See me in this latter portrait, still in black,
a high collar at my neck. A strange disguise
my face is now; I'm nearly taken aback
to see my sagging jowls! How dim my eyes,
and how thin my lips! But never did I lack
for love! I have lived long and have grown wise.
*Sofonisba Anguissola, who called herself Virgo, lived
from 1532 to 1625. She was a female artist known
for her great grace and modesty. I chose to write of
her using the Petrarchan Sonnet to honor her Italian heritage.
The two self-portraits described are from when she
was both young and old. I thought it interesting to
see how she changed with the years. If you copy and
paste my link, you will see several self portraits from
her youth and the two on the bottom are probably
close to when she was in her 90’s!
Please see http://bjws.blogspot.com/2013/01/1500s-woman-artist-sofonisba-anguissola.html