masqueraded as you like it
most cleverly wooed under a suitor's guise
played up most compelling disguise
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Women dressed in bright skimpy costumes
streets drumming to the beat of the heat
A blur of eccentric colors expound the air
as we embrace the culture, the vibe...
Resilience, freedom, pride, nothing to hide
as we celebrate with rhythmic sound & gaiety
There is a whisper of moonlight in the air
that tastes up everything in sight, we dance !
Grand parades filled with masqueraded personas
spread the "Spirit of Love" be one with humankind
Calypso music, hip-hop, dance of every gender
kick up your feet, go ahead and surrender !!!
Toronto's Caribbean Caribana, here since nineteen sixty-seven
excitement like this you cannot purchase it at the 7-ELEVEN.
Children will always remember the void,
They will always recall the hands that couldn’t embrace them.
They will always remember the troubles that nightfall brings,
And the darkness that invades their slumber.
They will always remember the stranger who masqueraded as a helper.
Yet, children can sometimes bloom out of the gloom,
They may open a door to a new day,
With a slate wiped clean,
Finding a meadow free of shadows,
Children can sometimes start fresh on new pages.
Children will still be the seeds of tomorrow,
The stars that embellish the night sky,
The glow of a summer field,
The gateway to continuity;
Children will still be the voices we teach them to express.
Children can sometimes unearth the past,
Piecing together fragments to demystify the strange.
Their minds explore the vast field of existence,
Searching for goodly pearls.
Children will always desire to play,
And the onus is ours to teach them how to balance the day.
August 1, 2025.
Driving down the danger zone my destiny dies in a dead end street
Dragging dilapidated deliveries doing the Damn Demons divine deed
Distance deceives my demented disguise the dumb things I don't do
Decisions divide deep, deep inside the Devil's debt is way past due
The Mark of Madness melts away most of my meager mental mind
Masqueraded as this monster man, malicious, morbid eyes made blind
Minced meat is the aftermath of millions of marching, marching men
Mutilated in mislead miles of the massacre's modern mazes again
Frightened and forged in fear from fought fires that forever flare
Feelings flip in the floppiness as a filet fish feels in fresh air
First forget as focus fled floating fails falling to land face first
Faster the flow you freeze now froze finally your face finds free dirt
bmdavey@09/19/2024
The eyes are the windows to the soul
But I once had my shades pulled down
A mysterious individual difficult to figure
Masqueraded around town as a clown
Always been known as a jester at heart
But some say it's a cover, a facade
To hide this feeling of insecurity inside
Wouldn't allow my soul to be unclad
Well that most certainly used to be true
But poetry has allowed me to be me
Under the cover of a protected environment
It's allowed my true self to be free
The truth will out it's always been said
In my case it's proven to be so
Owe my appreciation to all my poet friends
And to Cathie, my wife, my soul
A new found confidence after many years
Not the person I started out to be
Feeling of freedom expressing my thoughts
Nonjudgemental, a feeling of free
The eyes, it's said, are the windows to the soul
No truer words have ever been spoken
Poetry has allowed me to forever be free
My long silence has now been broken
Angry George came roaring over the hill
Monkeys masqueraded as his army
A lizard wrapped around his steed, ready to help
Turtles at his feet, were at the ready, for sure
Butterfly and bird flew off, scared of battle
A mean cat with Angry George’s attitude was ready
To fight whatever came along, fierce and fabulous
What about me? Dragonfly asked. Where can I be?
Angry George had not realized she was there.
Hold on to my steed, but do not annoy the lizard.
As if that was possible! Dragonflies never annoy.
I put myself into a monkey body, ready to fight.
Don't like height.
Don't like sight.
Hate size .
Back ,front and thighs .
Face is masqueraded .
Original features are faded.
See her walking ,can't tell if she is coming or going.
Like a ball rolling .
Can't find a name .
Nor can tell ,is it an alien a man or a dame .
28Aug2021
Like many, I masqueraded in shades of urban gray.
I offered my love to the midnight neon angel.
I walked the caliginous streets alone and astray.
She remained distant, alluring, always disdainful.
I courted cynicism, resignation, and despair as my style.
I wore tilted fedoras in smoke-filled reeking bars.
I feigned culture and literacy, trying to look worthwhile.
I blush now, recalling my see-through shooting stars.
Like many, I was just a child renting a man’s body.
I impersonated adulthood with stylized gloom.
I thought maturity was an act, so mine was shoddy.
I donned trench coats, my affectation in any room.
My blinking street angel had seen it all before.
My love for her was simulation and nothing more.
Deafened by the rings
Of the venomous songs the machine sings
So vapid it begins vex me
I'm thinking they might have hexed me
Slash the veil and what do you see
A red pool filled to the brim with death and depravity
Masqueraded with a pink drape of love
Hiding the blackened steel that crushed the dove
They are evil
Warping your mind
Turning you into their kind
Lost and Lustful
Awiting their fall
Hippy hyena hid hipster hippo’s hysteria.
Ignominious iguana ignored Iceland’s icky industries.
Jovial jelly jars joyfully jumped jubilantly into June.
Kind kangaroos killed Kansas’s killjoy kindnesses.
Loving lithe llamas languished, lacking lonely leaders.
Marvelous magnificent magicians masqueraded as maestros.
Needless nutcrackers helped hippy hyenas hide hippos’ hysteria.
I thought
flowers of this summer sky would be mine,
official increment would shine daily expenses
I thought
this year would be crown twenty match
in my twisted love
Forty nine fiery lockdown days
Almost eighteen thousand infected
Two hundred sixty nine died
My country peoples
Hilarious
The more lockdown days the more infections and deaths
Parallel acceleration
Today on foot to my office
As if I am in masqueraded town
Ghostly environment is activated in city officialese
Incremental veins and festival bonus are dead with infected souls
My thought making me stranded forlorn sand home
13.05.2020 (Chattogram City)
My heart has Conditions
It moved off my sleeve--
Five* years ago:
I planned their itinerary
I slept under the sun
Then, Masqueraded in the moonlight--
Just four* years passed:
I stumbled into a sea of aluminum and glass
To be Anaheim's captive
I frequently danced with death--
As if with three* more years to live:
I ardently searched for death's cousin
I awoke in sweet sunlight
With a ghost of my conscience--
Just two* years had shown for us:
Though our demons would assemble, silently
I felt the frigid air within my bones
Stumbling, feverishly, with Epimethius--
I affixed to the vexing, with ease, in one* year:
To plummet, head-first, back into obscurity
As this room's only occupant
I distort and redefine Regret's parameters
In order to create more chaos:
My mind has Conditions...
In ruined scatter witnessing the greys into black
Why has it come to this as us humans finally lack
Through my eyes bloodied looking down on such
Crossed I've become in frenzied scarred mode
As to I I'm in awe as to the I that fuses
Centurions from Legions brave, showing confuse
To my left to my right seeing said damnest like I
In wondering their theirs as to their paraded
Mirrored like I that they require I be masqueraded
The tolling bell has spoken as I enter my demise
As I hang above paradise seeing cawing crows fly
Images of my existence, forever, eternally why
immersed in bondage she's
masqueraded by fear-
absorbed in blindness she's
wrapped up in dismay-
no light to reveal her insight,
but obscurity to feed her insecurity,
hopeless...
she awaits for someone to unveil her.
December 18, 2016
The sky ironed out n da' morning divine
On a November day cold
Celestial rainbows born of peeping sunshine
Cloud dreams rush past unrolled
Under the bare leafless trees
Masqueraded hard to see
A bird lands on a branch'y trapeze
Whilst' a gusting humming bird laughs elusively
Yet in that moment prevue
A sparkle of butterflies at glance
Capturing shades of yellow and warm blue
As treetops sway to the wind of dance
A secret life in the windy air
Sultry skies in hues of grey and white
At the moment birds n' butterflies scare
The whole time sky cracking in sight
Pleading in chilly branches above
Whilst autumn boom rumble laughs merrily
Birds n' butterflies lying determinedly in love
O' plunder n' thunder strike with golden symphony
Autumn now sways in aquamarine streaks
Spreading opulently past the stars
As the night revolves the sound of birdland shrieks
End of rainbow, yonder far
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