Betrayal is another that can be as strong as hate
Thinking we've found a close friend we bite the bait
We don't give a second thought to the trust we're building
Not realizing betrayal is used as a weapon when fueding
The pain it gives feels like an unexpected stab to the back
When all the odds are against you and you feel your under attack
You think back to all moments you were building this trust
Your betrayer's foot to your back forcing you to lick the dust
That perplexing feeling you get as to what brought this on
You were always loyal to them and wonder what went wrong
A betrayer can never seem to face the one they betrayed
They keep a low profile until the situation starts to fade
It would remain an open wound that stripped you of your dignity
Since this happened to me I don't allow anyone close to me
You're left with this pain, a moment that would never leave
You can grant forgiveness but you would never be relieved
The saying goes, "To gain someone's trust takes a lifetime
After being betrayed it's much harder to gain mine.
Let’s keep a low profile my friend
It’s time to hide away
To live unnoticed till the end
Must be a special play
I'm No One, what about you?
Who are you, I forgot..
Say something, if you want me to
Get back into the plot
But if you want to be alone
I’ll take another way
And you can hang around as long
As you would like to stay..
The night is coming so I’ll go
I live not far from here
Who are you, I shall never know
And you won’t tell, my dear..
Unlisted number flying under radar
keeping low profile to avoid undue attention
~ wallflower melts into the background
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Unhappy lunch
I could sense as soon as we entered
the restaurant that was a family run business
there had been a turmoil in the kitchen
the servers were father and daughter who
normally worked well together, but to day he
was in the kitchen, his daughter said, when
I asked
There were still many costumers, but they
kept a low profile and spoke subdual when
eating, we had entered a war zone
when our food came it was served on a dish
where my meat was grey like it had been
boiled, fries were uneven remanded of sailor
who had jut made ashore from a sinking ship
falling exhausted to the ground, and the
fried egg had been killed into a hard shell
However the salat, possible made before the
civil war, was good
Needless to say I refused to eat the served
my wife more skilled in diplomatic niceness
told the girl server to pack the food to take home
that I for some reason was not hungry
the lesson is, do not upset chefs in their kitchen
From time to time I feel low,
Low in self-esteem, low-keyed,
lowest man on the totem pole,
I have acrophobia, I often
descent to a lower level…
The higher I aspire
The lower I fall.
Life mostly lowball me
as such, my spirit keeps a low morale.
Maybe I come across as
a low bred and lowbrow person.
Conspired by my stars and the moon
My sea always rests at a low tide.
Shell-shocked by my low-minded destiny,
My fate and I must have
a high level showdown soon;
In the meantime,
I'll keep a low profile.
Be that as it may,
My soul is not doomed to wander
in the netherworld forever,
I am the patron of high hopes,
high cholesterol, high blood pressure,
and high sugar level.
I am also a high-strung person,
But, thankfully not of any highfalutin jargon.
Shy of highways, I frequent
the by lanes and side streets.
After the high-handed takeover by Time,
I live a high-pressured life.
Methinks, now is the high time
to lay down the highlights of my life.
From the descent and ascent of life,
this I have learned:
Not to gaze so high as ambition,
And to look no lower than despair.
The rich man of taste
Will keep a low profile
They never show up
The brand goods.
The real rich man dress
In simple and proper form
Not showy not bravabado
Taste with elegance.
The rich and famous
Are classy and chic
Yet posture stand firm
Wealth with wisdom.
Small guys or bigger, all have a mobile,
E’en tattered beggars… all have a mobile.
Social-media eager has a mobile,
Be they big bloggers… all have a mobile.
Even a gravedigger has a mobile,
Or well-known figures… all have a mobile.
One not sweet like sugar has a mobile,
Or sweet-voiced singers… all have a mobile.
Every Tom, Dick, Meagre has a mobile,
Big figure leaguers… all have a mobile.
___________________________
Ghazal (Tongue-in-cheek) |11.10.2024| humour
Poet’s note: Every Tom, Dick, Meagre has a mobile, as this Ghazal claims, but many true leaguers do not bother about smart phones. The world truly runs by the people that keep low profile. The billionaire investor Warren Buffet used no smart mobile for long years till Apple’s Tim Cook gave one insisting on its use. He does not waste time on social media. Pop Singer Ed Shiran also does not use smart mobile, and says, I used to see world through mobile’s screen, but now I see it with my own eyes. We can add actor Tom Cruise and singer Justine Bieber in this list, and quite a few more.
The gem goddess lived in a remote village
Far into the African jungle, away from others
She did not like to be bothered, so the villagers stayed away
A few times a year someone might find her,
But no one was looking, for she had a low profile
Which is how she wanted it, loving her gemstones,
Savoring her peace and solitude.
The oldies retreated from work
But not from killing time
Time allocated may be
As much as the upheaval of
Domestic, world affairs or politics
Although most of the time
They are boasting their present
Bragging their past
Blathering about dissatisfaction
Drivelling politics
They aren't retreating from the world
They are living amongst friends
Gossiping amongst them with low profile
But have once lived with history
But still having a vote in hand
And they will find the truth eventually
With the rest of the time
Before embarking on a journey of
Truth and justice
Which is nearer to god
Which will never be revealed easily
They are dying in Ukraine, you know...
America voted in the clowns;
Russian bombs falling on Maternity
Hospitals, you know...America voted
in the clowns;
Bernie Sanders and his wife
taking a second honeymoon
in Russian, perhaps? Seeming nowhere to be found,
America voted in the clowns;
From leaders of the Democrat Party, whose poor
policies have indirectly given Putin Money to purchase
his lethal rounds, I hear no remorseful sounds...
American voted in the clowns;
Where are the often, incessant, voices of loudmouth sports figures?
Hollywood Trump Haters, the rabid supporters of Biden, Obama and Clinton?
Silent as those movies of old, keeping low profile, in their mansion bunkers not so bold...
America makes idols of clowns.
Twenty came to town eighteen will go home,
two drained of blood left in a vacant tomb;
Since we are planning to stay for a while
it’s critical we keep a low profile;
An unpolished gem unkept and ignored,
save the eye catching phrase above the door;
Rickety sign read ‘Black Heart Masquerade’,
this building truly could use an upgrade;
So much history in the chandelier,
old fashioned elegance everywhere;
Vampire eyes so much older than these walls,
time to feast on the mayhem of a ball;
A perfect disguise let’s create a brand,
we’ll rebuild this lounge that was abandoned.
In November I'll keep a low profile
Humans kill my kind so I must use guile
If I gobble to a mate
I'll be on a dinner plate
I detest living this muted lifestyle
I am a North American Wild Turkey
Thanksgiving Day is freaky and quirky
Try some cock-a-doodle-doo
Put chicken on your menu
My meat is too lean to make good jerky
Last year I lost my buddy, Fatso Fred
Saw tail feathers fly and knew he was dead
Chosen cuz he was plump
Got whacked on a tree stump
Had his stomach stuffed with yellow cornbread
In a few months I'll have to be wary
Being a turkey is very scary
With thanks I'll be toasted
But fear I'll be roasted
Served with yams and a side of cranberry
I am a bird - Personification
Tania Kitchin - Sponsor
Date Posted - July 22, 2020
I love to keep a low profile
And avoid the limelight
Flamboyance is not my style
I’m fiercely loyal, fair and giving
Looking for ways to please loved ones
By subtle random acts of kindness
I wish I could grace the whole world
With melodious joyful entertainment
I even bought a piano once
Because I wanted so to learn
Only to discover as much as I love music
I don’t have one musical bone in me
I dream of leaving behind a legacy
Born of some creative bit of me
I’m struggling 'cause I just don’t know
If I’ll run out of time to finish off
Everything I’ve sketched and planned~
I dream to leave the world more beautiful
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~TO BE YOUNG AGAIN~ 2023
AP: 2nd place 2023
Thanks to all those brave souls,
the trail blazers
that has gone before us.
They who fell in love,
back when white society
wasn't so excepting or
was intolerant of mix marriage.
Love is made of tough stuff,
couples had it ruff.
So, for a while, some lovers even
kept a low profile.
This has been going on for a long while.
But they took a leap of faith anyway,
staying to themselves.
Love will not be denied.
Now days you see mixed couples everywhere...
Not just in and around military bases.
Today it’s not a shock,
but a pleasant surprise.
Seeing couples and their kids,
from different ethnic back grounds.
And even different size,
skinny and obese.
Both straight and Gay,
more than just Black and white.
As Day follows Night,
all kinds of races mixing it up.
One has only to open your eyes to see,
the mixing of the of the melting pot.
Which is hot!!
Love truly concurs all.
God has taken the spoon
and stirred the melting pot,
from the top of the rim
to the bottom of the bowl.
Avoiding The Limelight
Written: by Miracle Man
10-25-2019
Being coruscate,
has never been my style.
I’ve always been one,
keeping a low profile.
Which makes me,
a behind the scenes kind of guy.
One who’ll have your back,
if you’re a trusted ally.
I’ve been told before,
that I’m a born facilitator.
But slackers would say,
that’s synonymous with dictator.
But I’ve found in life,
that cream rises to the top.
Give me less than your best,
and I’ll consider you a flop.
Each time you hire a person smarter than you are,
You are proving how smart you are.
Tom
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