Short Camouflages Poems
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Truth eludes a man.
Searching eyes.
He finds deceit.
Sunglasses cover.
Rouge camouflages.
Daylight illuminates.
Poison asps.
Drip blood.
“Fake it till you make it”
Now the world reeks of fake
And the throng who hail it
Suffer no shame or ache
For the welcome we bade it
Ostensibly for our sake
Camouflages the first who said it
And in his wake
We live and believe it
All fake, give or take
Can’t stand it, can’t shun it
Just sincerely fake
K. Muitherero
The October Sky
white and blue hyacinths
float on infinite canvas
water reflects by....
vast as human mind
uncountable mysteries
paint vivid colours....
immense blue gentian
camouflages to orange
the October sky....
Written August 25th, 2015
For contest "October Sky" by SKAT A
Awarded 8th place win
And the last I invented
Was super and honey syrup:
That the time I quit the game.
There's something about you and me
That camouflages the reality of our love,
Yet strengthening the fibre that knits it
You are the kind of girl that vibes me in;
Everywhere I am, your hue covers my eyes
With incomparable beauty.
The stay away was nice,
I even stayed away from bathing.
Can you ever understand?
My walk in life
Since I was little
I’ve been told
You’re not good enough
Started to believe the lie
I couldn’t dignify with a reply
When I learned to hold my head up high
Standing at a cross rode of
Hope & Despair
That’s easy I choose
Hope
Not Hope in what I see
Removing all the distracting camouflages
Yeah faith is what it is to me
The evidence of the unseen
Nicely naughty and naughtily nice,
Every character has its price.
To be naughty and yet be nice,
Adds to the personality a bit of spice.
Naughty by temperament, nice by choice,
Camouflages the shrillness of the voice.
Nicely thought words, and naughtily executed deeds,
Spread through the garden of roses, like the weeds.
Naughty words are like the straws, which on the river flow,
He who is in search of nicety, must dive below.
END
The tongue's mystery
The heart's backdoor of the laughing stock
In his furtive,serpentine tongue lodges
The tongue straightaway of the highbrow,brainiac
In his beating,locked up heart camouflages
Many a foot does stumble,vacillate and actually fall
Withstand against all the odds,above all
A lapsus does incapacitate and intention reveal
Prompts irreparable mischiefs elusive to heal
Legitimate ! A tongue isn't in itself a flinty bone
Yet could fragment relics doubtable to atone.