By the Streetlamp
Secrets held by the streetlamp,
Delightful, sad or wicked,
Witness through its deadpan eyes
Of events by its roadside,
As distant stars in the sky,
Are kept in depth of her heart,
With its vows of secrecy,
Never with someone to part.
We are asleep under the dome of dreams that dance in secrecy,
in a labyrinth of shadows where time whispers forgotten tales.
We step on carpets of stars woven from the threads of deep night,
seeking the hidden light in the cracks of silver silence.
In our slumber, life is a river winding through the abyss,
where each thought is a seagull searching for its lost flight.
We dream we are sculpted from moon dust and the powder of desires,
floating among clouds of silk that carry the echo of old memories.
But sometimes we awaken like a butterfly opening its wings,
feeling how the air becomes a song reviving the hidden silence.
In those moments, our hearts beat like divine clocks,
measuring eternity in the fragile pulse of the boundless universe.
We return to the dream, carrying with us the sparkle of an eternal moment,
like a guiding star illuminating the path in the endless night,
reminding us that we are awake in our own symphony of dreams,
carrying in our souls the echo of a world beyond dreaming and time.
It's way better unsaid,my true story Is untold.
My diary is empty because I leave no traces behind
Reputation is who people think you are.
Character is who you are.
I am pyrite,the fool's gold
I am not pure,I have done much more evil than good.
I wear beautiful smile with deep pain inside
I am a cobra.
No matter howmuch beautiful I look
Keep a distance I contain venom.
If I tell you,I must murder you.
For it to remain a secret.
I a jeopardy virus which is more than a petabite
For a gadget to handle
If I tell you I must kill you.
I haven't been a good person lately.
The bed will testify
of what you did on it.
The wall’s silent ears.
Foreclosed window eyes.
Onomatopoeia from door’s
Half opening mouth,
The night you switched off the light
Drew all blinds but darkness stood there
as a witness, watching you and your sins.
Alade Blessing
They carried on in secret
pretending not to care
then organised the wedding
not one of the family were there
mum cried in the kitchen
the news was much to bear
dad had lost his temper
his choice words hung in the air
the household was in crisis
with lots of opinions to share
the summit in the sitting room
agreed it wasn't fair
"nothing good will come of this"
said grand-dad from his chair,
while grandma simply said it was,
"a hole in the wall affair".
Look at what I fed your mind, your ego and pride
I created a creative little secrecy
Where your beauty never fades within and out the galaxy
Stagnancy is change you aim for eternity
Magical miracle pink jellyfish kingdom was a mirage of the mind.
It is your imagination my parents said, there is nothing of the kind.
I discovered it one day when I fell into the ocean of a sea very deep.
But I was sworn to secrecy, so I have not uttered a peep.
Lately, my love, you’ve folded me neatly
into a corner of your consciousness
Tucked away
From the prying eyes of acquaintances
whose tongues stick to the backs of their teeth
Tucked away
As the gift you give me is faceless soundlessness
Because we know that ours is a love best
Tucked away
As you get
when you lay between the hills of my thighs,
the whispers on whiskeyed breaths
sharing the tales so secret as to be
Tucked away
Can a tree cramped in the box of shadow and doubt
find the sun while
Tucked away?
Dwindling dwarf continued to dwell
Down by the dubious Dutchman’s dell
Did anyone know
He was a dynamo?
I did, but I was sworn to never tell.
WIKILEAKS
We made a decision! Secrecy is evil!
So we reveal the secrets of our democracies
(they probably won’t kill us if they catch us)
Our leader’s face is visible, public, smug,
and confined to a foreign embassy! You have
no idea who we are!
For your sake, of course, we share stolen secrets
with dictators, tech firms and people we don’t
even know! We expose the surveillance scheme,
the diplomatic lie, the unauthorized weapon but
our bleak revelations are a moral black hole:
What is secret or hidden, whether for better or worse
is revealed by a cadre un-elected and unknown!
You have no idea who we are! You have no idea
what to believe!
We do this for you! Secrecy is bad! You have no
idea who we are! Do you trust us yet?
Hey! Do you trust us now?
My soul is locked within my deepest thoughts
Behind this face that welcomes most unwelcomed foes.
I shall not trust my innermost secret thought-paths
To the warm, but unsolicited, glances you cast
My way. Neither shall I tell you what I most fear,
Nor what I might like about you should I later be
Enticed to care. First, you must allow me slowly
To come around, releasing my deeply-seated reserve
Of carefully protected secrets, so prudently stowed,
In my own time, so essential are they to who I am.
Then, and only then, will you penetrate the façade,
For I alone hold the keys to my private paradise locked
Away. And only then, will you know me completely
As you will already be, to your surprise, known to me.
Some things never surface and get revealed; or do they?*
Each of us has a chamber entered by us and God alone
Crimes often go unresolved and justice is never served; Is that a fact?
Revelations of secrets can be realized over time and when the light is brighter
Every secret, residing in a dark and lonely place, longs to be uncovered
Christ offers to surface, unravel, forgive, and dispell the pain forever
You and I receive mercy and pardon, freedom from guilt and shame
122819PoSoup *Jer 31:34, Ps 103:12, Lk 8:17, 12:2
lock them away!
throw the key into
the deepest sea
open steel doors nevermore
evil lives here
construct sky high walls
build them higher
and higher
don't ever stop
add wire on top
evil lives here
sedate them 'till
all fight is lost
give them candy bars
if it makes them glad
this is truly
a world gone mad
bars on the windows-
cold doors shut tight
secrecy and mystery
the outside world
will never know.
evil lives here.
They call me ‘Cap’, (Captain) America!
But are my Values REALLY out of date?
Prefer Red Meat to esoterica…
At end of every meal, I clean my plate…
I would have – given time – tried to explain
To Tony Stark, the depth of what I knew,
But he responded, giving pain for pain,
Barehand, I beat the Ir’n Man black-and-blue!
It broke me! Had to trade a friend for friend!
I would have – given time – tried to unfold
A hist’ry of deception, tried to mend...
But, friendships SHATTER! left out in the cold!
Could I have showed that LIES had kept me sane?
NO! – giv’n a chance – I'd crash another plane!
Date Updated: Jan. 10, 2018
Withdrawn 2/12/2019 from: Movie Magic Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Gregory R. Barden
Movie and Character: Captain America: CIVIL WAR; Captain America
First day on the job,
you took an oath to only tell lies
Had to sign a non-disclosure agreement,
before you got the Company suit-and-tie
You're CIA now,
sworn to secrecy
You're in the world of espionage,
living a 007 reality
Illegal arms dealers,
Mata Hari babes
Foreign rogue generals,
dark net cyber caches
Toss in a few drug cartels,
and everybody's getting paid
Everybody's getting spied on too,
electronic whispers homemade
You love your job,
truth be told, yet only under oath
But you dislike the party politics of it all,
though you like the sound
of hearing corrupt governments fall
You're CIA bred,
sworn to secrecy
You're in a world of covert spies,
living a James Bond reality
Illicit black market trade,
femme fatale operatives
Pandemic pathogens made,
secret outlawed experiments
Toss in a few psychotic terrorists,
and everybody's getting death video feed
Everybody's getting propaganda-ed too,
hacked disinformation makes liberty bleed
But you didn't reveal this publicly,
because of course,
you're sworn to secrecy
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