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The affairs I had while we exchanged messages and winks,
were kept from you for unmentionable, selfish reasons...
hiding behind secrets hurts when they are not told;
will they ever be known to all as any unspoken, shameful word?
I was such a pretentious guy faking smiles,
making you see Heaven with pretty butterflies...
didn't you sense that something wasn't quite right,
didn't you want to know the fear of what it was all about?
The attractive women I softly touched left their perfumed scent
on this skin and these clothes, even lipstick on these cheeks as I left
that candle-lit hotel room, promising them to return on another evening...
many signs you missed, or didn't see them as too threatening.
I should blame you for not letting my secrets surface on a sea of lies,
all you cared for was passionate touches and endless, sensual nights;
and 'although your suspicions were unfounded, your doubts remained...
oh, deceived lover, how could you have not felt the touch of a cold hand?
All that I have confessed without shame was too unspeakable yesterday,
but today you have come face to face with this plain truth as hard as clay:
you looked to me as someone honest and kind, filling your fantasies with fancy words;
had you been more aware: you would have told me that hiding behind secrets hurts!
As the sun slowly sets beneath the horizon
the world starts to turn to night's darkness
the shadows gradually lengthen then fade
and a stillness covers the land with mystery
This is the time for the creatures of night
the badgers sniff the air before leaving their sett
then come tumbling out to play in moonlit glade
while the adults set of to do their foraging
The wise owls sit in tall trees their heads twisting
as they filter the sounds of small rustles and squeaks
then do, on silent wings glide and hit with deadly strike
carrying their offerings back to their hungry fledglings
The wolf sets off on his nightly quest hunting for prey
if the moon is full he will climb up high and sing to it
then just a grey shadow as through the undergrowth
he slips, then belly down as he creeps closer and kills
Now it is time for other less salubrious creatures
the ones that haunt our dreams and disturb our sleep
for unmentionable things to walk the night time trails
now is their time to catch an unwary soul who lingered
Secrets hidden in the dark a grave or two lie unmarked
a deadly silence now hangs and people scuttle home
tuck themselves up safe indoors to await the sun's return
the darkness fades and the sun once more comes out to play
He was grizzled, intimidating, the original Viking all in black.
We were fearful, tearful, he was frightened us. We felt lack.
Is he a Viking? A Trojan? A Greek? A devil not clearly seen?
We did not know, so we reported this stranger to our darling queen.
Our queen was not afraid of anything, we had seen this before.
She summoned him to court, but he disappeared, gone forevermore.
We pondered this stranger with blue eyes the rest of our life.
He was a battle of one, scaring us soundly. We all felt the strife.
He was Celtic, a pagan, a man with battle and death on his mind.
He was horrible, a meanie, nothing like our loving sweet kind.
Some said his name was unmentionable, so they would never tell.
One thing for sure, this curious stranger was straight out of hell.
The story of him grew until it could not be contained, alive in the air.
He killed with his bare hands. His ebony coats were made of a bear.
He was a hermit, a rounder, a sounder, a man to be avoided and feared.
We love the stories of him. They are camp fire songs too, many endeared.
bruised from a snow- capped flesh
earth is growing numb without rest,
threadbare plants gasp; existence
bites the nodes of winter’s skin
turned every which way, bends droop
like deep chambers upon chilled meadow
striking flint, just a bit, a spark
that wants to sip a flower moist,
till darkness swallows the pistils
hush…wait when springtime ushers
a roulette of buds dyed stark yellow
pouring dew from a cycle reborn
to seize her unmentionable thrill of being
once here, crowned hillsides glitter
igniting stars to touch the moon,
clouds dripping of raindrops’ spray
pitter patter; the gentle streams flow
while from the river, luster pours down
through an ocean igniting April’s two hands...
one waking the flame of petals’ limbs,
the other cuddling grace of season past
a mixture of spring… wild and tender.
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collaboration of nette onclaud and liam mcdaid
thank you nette
I decided today when I woke up
To write a poem for everyone
I'd start off with the very old
And end up with the young
In between I'd have kings and queens
Along with a peasant or two
A genius with a dozen degrees
Even a few without a clue
For the in-laws and the outlaws
Though at times they act the same
If right now they're sitting next to you
No need to mention names
I'd also write it for the Catholics
Protestants and Jews
So as not to leave anyone out
A Methodist marching band with kazoos
What would a poem for everyone be
Without rodeo and circus clowns
The ones that paint happy faces
Over the top of their life's frowns
The tall the short and skinny of course
Those that are tipping the scale
Which these days are most of us
But let's not dip into that well
And of course I can't leave out
All the gays and all the straights
Who never knew that they were straight
Until the gays knew they were gay
I guess we've all been labeled
I really don't mean to offend
Oops...I almost forgot to include
All the mustached women and hairy backed men
If you find you weren't in here
And think that your unmentionable
I'd like you to know my friend
My rudeness was unintentional
You may take this poem for everyone
And do with it what you wish
Perhaps the closest receptacle
Where it may join it's friends...the trash
Ah, Wind, we've known each other so long.
While creatures run quickly from your side,
I've tried to find kindness in your song
but your howls become hard to abide.
You loudly roar blowing doors ajar,
trees bent weary by ceaseless pummel.
I hear your rumble, beginning far
announcing yourself, never humble.
Beneath blue skies, a rustle of leaves,
a gentle breeze stirring grains of sand.
Clever Wind sending Zephyr to tease
but we now know the tricks in your hand.
You can charm dust into whirling dance
spinning her round as dust devils fly.
Then do your best to spoil a romance
with your chuckle as they reach the sky.
Unmentionable tantrums and blows,
your foot stamping when you are annoyed.
Leveling towns, do you regret those
heartbreaks caused as you merrily toyed?
Sometimes forlorn, or is that a guise,
when quickly you stop, tempering voice?
is that sadness I see in your eyes?
With flashes of scorn, you make your choice.
April 23, 2023
for "Word Challenge--W Words" poetry contest
by Constance La France
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Intelligent musical talent begins with this, to relearn the timing within our soul,
But other tactical psychological methods are busy swaying to and fro,
To an obvious yet nefarious covert Rhythmic tyranny of Mind Control,
Damaging trauma appears, disappears and reappears so often - irregardless whether anyone of us - really and actually know,
Although - know; you ought to, and know you must, if we're to avoid their evil demonic end goal, by economic slavery boom and bust,
Why have the masses flocked to what is essentially an obvious Lie..
The hitherto well understood well known treachery of bribery and trickery..to the ill-informed common eye?
Real answers lie within the Agendas of those,
With high unseen well hidden authority of tyranny.. now beginning to be exposed,
The blame so far as we can see for this all pervasive idiocy,
Fits squarely into Ancient Babylonian Occult vile Crypto Supremacy,
An unmentionable taboo for Society, though cleverly socially arranged,
Covertly hostile toward Humanity and our creative force..
By a certain inferiority complexed minority so deranged..
Ah yes - but of course!
A true Dictatorship and Tyranny
can and always will insist..
Upon those that have become uber-Liberal all accepting pacifists..
Those yet behind an otherwise obvious - facade of devious fallacy, don't want you to learn the reasons for the lie,
The mondane so often belies what is hidden within our words; within a sound,
The truth disguised as anything unprofound,
Explanation enough as to the premise of why..
The countless masses are now clearly and sadly being systematically psychologically, reduced to a pitiful state of abhorrent dependency,
We would certainly have to mention and be sure to say,
Please wake up a friend a colleague or a family member now, or at least today,
It is therefore clear that;
an in-depth searching root cause analysis, apparently can be,
Brought about and shared through some insightful poetry..
The written and the spoken word,
Do justice to those that cannot nor would never ever be heard,
So we might then listen in careful piety,
Or do not then be surprised to now find, that there are..
So Many Seduced by Rhythmic Pendulum of Trauma & Absurd Normalcy..
Kurt Hubbard-Beale
28th February 2023
BEDTIME MAGIC
Sprawled under nightscape of galaxy bright
Tiny sequins pulse on blaze of luster,
A beaded stars nova bursts on flight
Into a full-blown montage, the lawns flicker
Reams of tales climb on visions lit by dappled view
While children’s breaths gleam of fantasy hayrides,
And fairies jut out from chapters to touch the hue
Yearning to blend into a ladder that divides
The seashore from a skyline blushing streams;
On one unmentionable lightness of firework glory
Tinseled rhinestones kindle hopes of angelic dreams,
Holding a cachet of flowered moon for bedtime story
Enchanted, their mother blows a peppermint kiss
Staring at gems waltzing high up on glittered air,
Threads of her locks meshed by twinkles of lullaby bliss
As graceful nebulae cuddle sweetened hours, ever fair
Rounding her infants, wonders of night magic sigh
Stars radiant dip into eyes; winking good night, goodbye!
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For Gautami Phookan's Sweetest Touches Of Verse
By nette onclaud
Tapped percussion dribbles a wham,rushing
on quivers of sensation through my blood,
when duskfall changes its beat to jazz
a dizzy ride in gush of night, I roll.
Notes throbbing a cadence along blues' mood
as velvet of skin begins to open,
unmentionable thrills of breath unwind
claimed by music so raw, wild hips sashay.
Hands unfurl in a lift of tempo's rise;
while my body gyrates in free motion
like rippling fire, I can't stop toes ablaze
and the circle of groove jives on to reel.
Oh, just one more grasp of this revelry
while conga drums beg for another dance
inhaling euphoric whim, life's vein
where pulses burst as dawn's moments arrive!
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Mood Music with Original Details Contest
Sponsor: Sheri F. Harper
by nette onclaud
Hours exhausted drinking from the wrong wells,
Mindless minutes stuck in a haze,
Days spent with lifeless cattle,
Withered roses and tainted sparrows,
Years burried in seas of deception,
Eating food with ravenous swine,
Sacrificing everything just to believe,
Moments of clarity suffocated by fear,
Unresolved missions willingly surrendered,
Seconds of simplicity stolen by wolves,
Stumbling through deserts, worn out and bare,
Asleep below mountains,
In a land where destruction was EVERYWHERE
fires started then were put out by pain,
nights spend in silence trying desperatly to obtain,
Truth in a life that was nothing but mud and mire,
when oneday my spirit grew into an empire,
All unmentionable,
All true,
All what takes place when you are becoming something new.
By: Sabina Nicole