The three hooded beings came stealthily, silently, secretively.
The cobblestones gave nothing away as they sneaked past a few.
I saw them, and wondered, but did not realize they were heading for me.
It was too late to run, and my weapons were nowhere in sight.
I thought I could take the one on the left
But the sword-carrier would no doubt run me through if I did.
The one in the middle looked the most dangerous; for he held two swords.
One of them began to laugh.
The sound was chilling; my muscles tensed.
Cornered, I knew I would die here.
Don’t you recognize me, Sister?
It was my twin and her odd friends, having fun.
She had never seemed more dangerous which is saying a lot.
For she has always been diabolical and mean.
I knew then I was in sincere danger.
Don’t put on that face
All love and kiss laced
Knowing your heart
And anger, misplaced
Don’t talk down to me
So secretively
While charming the rest
Yet making me bleed
A Christian, you are
A warm, shiny star
Your words are for me
While THEY give you scars
You give me no choice
I have, not, a voice
I must rot in shame
And bow to your noise
You moan and complain
A relentless, cold rain
It bothers you not
You drive me insane
Then grin at the sight
Of someone who might
Not know who you are
And believe you, polite
You then, bow and pray
As if, your last day
Must be convincing
Or followers, stray
I say you’re a fake
I know what’s at stake
You’re only for show
Please give me a break
"Come with me on a rousing escapade!"
How temptingly he'd whispered in my ear.
"My dear, I promise there's nothing to fear."
How easily he'd managed to persuade
me. Then secretively, his plans were laid.
He'd spoken three words that seemed so sincere,
"Come with me."
Gendarme sirens sounded. It was a raid!
Suddenly, his occupation was clear...
A slave trader taking me to Tangier,
I was rescued and told, "You've been betrayed.
Come with me."
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Prancing through cautiously
Secretively and stealthily
She knew her mind
and her soul
Careful to keep her wall up
To keep her emotions inside
the fortress of self
She revealed nothing
Fearful of the odd ones
All of the others actually
She kept her essence safe
By sharing nothing
Her mask firmly in place
Her eyes revealing only what she wanted them to say
She pranced through pretending she was one of them
Knowing she was not
Thriving on her single purpose
Which was to keep herself
to herself
So she could retain her safety
Clandestine is when you keep something
secret or has been done secretively that
might have been illicit.
Trump Can Be Clandestine
About Trump what we have is a question;
Why does it always seem he was destine
To do things in secret that are clandestine.
Jim Horn
I am too self-aware, I know many of my flaws
They pick and they prod with luck, until I fall
They are ingrained like the rings of a tree
They grow like weeds through a crack in concrete
They flow like the water below, to supply a well
They are secretively silent, waiting to be tapped,
They go all the way to hell
My flaws are like grains, too numerous and small to count
Yet they are like mountains, seen from far, with no oxygen count
Either way, they are too grand to conquer, a force with a fist
And they make me want to holler and have a fit
My flaws are like the wind, not seen to the eye
Circular with no pattern, forcefully moving by
And again, like water which is situated up top
Seeking my lowest level and oh, I fear, they will never stop
My flaws are grand and too numerous to count
They travel, they surface, and they always end up on top
I am too self-aware and aware in myself
A flaw within a flaw
All by itself
Waned and weary with only toil and trouble
my limbs could only travel this journey tired. .
In my head to in my mind
-which coincidentally were not the same thing-
thoughts seemed to expire from the zealous fear found in your gaping wide darkness of speech.
My serenely spiritual soul's mythical secret shadow sparkled as a jewel:
Boundlessly black but brazenly beauteous by day, but by night,
my mind mentioned masses of decoratively hung ghastly gossip,
secretively shushed into silence
never
ever
to be a quick quiet find for any of us.
CLANDESTINE
Clandestine…
nice and clean
her intent
candle glow..
all for show
his beguile
mesmerized
hypnotized
enticed
lured
Clandestine…
anodyne
arena
underground
concealed
furtively
she bares
her
soul
lured
Clandestine…
surreptitious
squeaky clean
secretively
seduced
conceded
surrendered
and then..
DO
NOT
DISTURB
© Kim van Breda—2 July 2015
Oh! my extinct love,
secretively killing me,
Incapacitate.
It's fun- a reason
Having this sort of ennui
Love stabbed...piece of heart
Penetrating deep within
It hurts...so vulnerable.
Like brain-twisting poetry
numb...feeling of nothingness
no meter- nothing to write
so incompetent.
*jun-jun villanueva
"A, B, C, D, E, F, G,
H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P"
"I" before "E" except after "C"
"Two plus two equals four.
Three plus one equals four also for sure."
"In fourteen hundred ninety two
Columbus sailed the ocean blue"
"North America, South America, Europe, Australia,
Africa, Antarctica and the seventh continent Asia."
I've covered all subjects ranging from reading to geography
as examples of education through the use of poetry.
I've always harbored a theory secretively
that we could better education through the use of poetry.
It's like that song redundantly playing in your head to you.
When you're exposed to poetry it stays with you.
I've personally termed poetry "The Mind's Mental Glue"
Here's another example of education through poetry
for those who seek a medical degree.
"The leg's skeleton is composed of the femur, crus and foot bones,
but the foot also has detailed bones of its own."
Sweetest starling, stand astounding.
Sleeping soundly, seasons passing,
Stay the startling sounds. Outstanding
Music sung, silence surpassing.
Sweetest starling, sight is sparkling.
Saturn stunned and Venus spiteful!
Scarify the sinful darklings,
Stillness of your style insightful.
Sweetest starling, swift as sunlight.
Sprawling, spreading luminousness.
Scraping stratosphere and space height,
Sponsoring salubriousness.
Sweetest starling, swaying sadness.
Stripèd sails, they soar sublimely,
Seizing sovranty with broadness,
Sealing it so secretively.
Sweetest starling, seeming stronger,
Kiss me soft and set out flying.
Though supposed to strive for longer,
Sweetest starling's slowly dying.
Through many endless miles of line, I found you, somehow.
From all the many faces that I have seen on my computer
screen, I am drawn to you like a bee to honey.
Curiously, I stare fondly at your picture wondering what
is the magic concealed behind your eyes.
Such a magnificent little gem that you are, I do not
feet worthy of you.
Although, your beauty intimidates me, I feel that I must
gather up the courage to discover the treasures
secretively hidden within the beauty that is so
enchanting to me.