Fit In Masque
It's as
Flimsy
As that
Film
You
Wear:
FEAR
All
the
Time.
[STOP.]
-Gray Squirrel
05-03-2024
Categories:
masque, dad, endurance, father, how
Form: Free verse
Rhyme
to mask the message
Rhythm
to drive it home
Trapping words
in cadence strong
Cutting
to the bone
(Dreamsleep: May, 2022)
Categories:
masque, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Stars on strings dangle.
The prance of a lovely angel,
Infatuates those who know,
She will go against your foe.
Curtains unveil new life,
A dreamy eclipse reflects a knife.
Dull metallics do show,
She will greet your foe.
Lights from the heavens rain,
Luminating a growing pain.
Darkening course veins flow,
She will adore your foe.
Crumbling walls ungulate
Destruction writes a fate,
A bruised demon doth crow.
She is your foe.
Categories:
masque, analogy, angel, betrayal, conflict,
Form: Ballad
smiles and snarls
a confederacy of lies
the stoicy of masks
John G. Lawless
7/18/2020
Categories:
masque, fear, irony,
Form: Senryu
Embracing the myth,
I hide deep within
More Devil than Savior,
aboriginal sin
Excuses my sacraments,
grace bartered for lies
Judgment internal
—redemption denied
(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)
Categories:
masque, truth,
Form: Rhyme
The dawn of anticipated darkness,
Pierces these gilded walls.
The smoulder of sinister heat arising-
An entombment of dreams.
Let us raise our chalices of stars
To toast these woodland creatures emerging.
From beyond the drapes of tasseled velvet,
Through the seeps by light of moon.
Find the phantoms that dwell in lit shadows;
They stray to the rhythm of unwhispered truths.
Is this magic that lifts these masks afloat?
Oh, look around! There’s one more behind you!
I behold you, silken facade,
By glimpses across the candelabra.
Do you feel the coming
Of our night’s story awaiting a beginning.
Take care to not unmask these veils
For no revelations should come alight.
As our hands embrace and we glide,
Feigning ignorance in only this night.
Categories:
masque, appreciation, beautiful, dance, dream,
Form: Free verse
Every book has a hundred messages
trying to get out
Every song has ten inside of it
waiting to sing loud
Every painting has a hidden image
fighting to be shown
And every poem has a secret voice
—dying to be known
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Categories:
masque, art,
Form: Rhyme
The Masque
By Rick Rucker
I go about my daily task,
Covered by my spiffy mask,
I ride Silver into town,
To save those, trodden down,
Accompanied, as I am, by Tonto,
I must get the bad guys, pronto!
It would seem to be my Fate,
To clean up a town in half an hour, never late!
I wear the mask, not as a disguise,
It helps accentuate my eyes,
I should really ride my horse side saddle,
But it would be awkward going into battle!
Next, I am thinking of adding, to my mask, some lace,
I think it would help to frame my face!
I never stay in one place,
Quickly, out of town we race,
I am thinking of growing a mullet,
So much less expensive a memory than a silver bullet!
As we ride out, past the church and steeple,
I think I will join The Village People!
Categories:
masque, funnysilver,
Form: Couplet
Don’t ever bare your soul,
Conceal your psyche’s role
Behind your metaphors and metric lines.
And don’t undress your heart,
Disguise the tragic part
It plays inside your poetry’s designs.
Categories:
masque, art
Form: Verse
The piano screams my name
No body knows my pain
Out on a stormy day
What else does your story say
As we exist
through a code of known morals
Who can strip
the back of a snake corralled
Pleasantly awaken common sense
and flaunt it plural
Ruminants
of an area less than rural
Drip-lets let you know something’s fallen
I wish but then a gain
A wish is an incomplete thought
A decision is contemplation completed
And reasoning
Is only an individuals desire defeated
The piano screams my name
No body knows my pain
Out on a stormy day
What else does your story say
I’ll see you tomorrow, maybe
But tomorrow
will definitely see you first my friend
Searching my pockets thin
Out on my last wind
The curse of we aborted men
Raped in anger a changeling to
An opinion voiced is nothing new
Losing my way
Last night I slept in the morning dew
A masque of reddened death
Prelude to a bubonic fever
A modern day swine flu
Flesh deadened to depths
Unbelievably I stood right behind you
The piano screams my name
No body knows my pain
Out on a stormy day
What else does your story say
"in my glass of cognac"
Categories:
masque, life, music, recovery from...,
Form: Free verse
Behind the shell, the outward lies prostrated
And beckons with the lure of golden dreams;
A gown of lesser evils decimated,
Decaying thread by thread, torn at the seams.
Revealed the hell, the dying eyes dictated
Rings of circles damned in their decreasing;
The peeling masque split wider, indicated
How cold the past may grip with scant releasing.
Pray tell of you and I, disintegrated
And dice with death of love and all her wiles;
For broken hearts are forces devastated
And leave us only faint, uncertain smiles...
Categories:
masque, introspection, life, lost love,
Form: Verse