Short Cloak Poems
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Cloak and Bragger/senryu
the syllable count
piled up on the vacant beach
cloaked in mystery
John G. Lawless
3/12/2015
This shade of dawn
Makes this collage
Cast aside
This wicked wind
Emerge this night,
A cool green air
Cloak the
Wheels of time
the cloak of any lasting relationship should be weaved both by one's heart and mind!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 January 2018
Experience,
Is the maiden who assists knowledge
In
Weaving the cloak of Wisdom!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
06 December 2022
Soothing scintillas
Do kiss an impuissant swain
In weird, wintry pain.
England seems hoary--
Throttling cold untold lashes
The land of glory.
freedom's cloak
made of courage's thread
stitched with dreams,
carried proud~
a mantle worn by those who
guard its living flame.
beams flood canopy
festival of light parades
translucent beams shroud
warmed faces brimming with smiles
tanners bathe in afterglow
October 14, 2012
Death does error, rejoice like men of hope
Friends can cope, prayer, cold here take my coat
BEYOND PALE EYES
A BROODING MIND
SIMMERING
BELOW THE SURFACE
DARK AND FORBIDDEN
ANCIENT
BEHIND SOFT SKIN
COLD
IMPENETREBLE
SOLID AS ROCK
UNYIELDING
THIS IS MY MASK.
Winters white cloak
Rent torn sliced open wide
Thrown aside
Expose the black top
That wounded hem
Where the white fields end
Crusty and soiled with exhausted specks
And detritus of Vulcan
woman of rabbity
forever brewing tea
nightly depravity
not fully who you see
fools extravity
thinking proclivity
forever serving tea
woman of rabbity
Extravity: Word I made up to mean extravagant
In Purple cloak and crown of thorns
The soldiers mocked Him majesty, but
Jesus died for you and me
The high priest charged
Him with blasphemy
He will return for all to see, thus
Bring the sweet reward of eternity
Secrets ...
callous on your heart
stone around your neck
cellar of respite
weight upon your soul
Deception ...
bane upon your conscience
affront to voices hiding
sire of excuses
— truth behind the mask
(Dreamsleep: October, 2024)
I cloak my sadness very well;
It's rather like a quilt--
The material? I'm not quite sure,
But I think it's stitched of guilt.
And it keeps me warm in summer;
While in winter I am cool--
Seems I cloak my sadness very well,
Just as any lonely fool.
~M
Truth is not an absolute
but an attitude of commitment
Throwing its blanket decidedly
over questioning and doubt
Paying deference to the moment
while blessing its intention
Choices made and choices bade
—verbatim roundabout
(Dreamsleep: July, 2023)
With death on the floor,
he tried to hang up his salvation
But the coat hook to eternity
was full
The closet door to redemption,
locked from the inside
The cloak of forgiveness
—for someone else to wear
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
Manannan’s cloak
Protecting us with his magical mist
Draped around our beautiful Island
19th March 2015
*Manannan's cloak is a mythical shroud of mist that Manannan would throw over the island to shroud us from our enemies in times of trouble
With death on the floor,
he tried to hang up his salvation
But the coat hook to eternity
was full
The closet door to redemption,
now locked from the inside
The cloak of forgiveness,
—for someone else to wear
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
Trump Can Cloak A Joke
Oh. And my poems are designed to
humor you along right or wrong.
Should see Trump when he wears a cloak,
Which is where he will hide his each joke;
And on TV screen,
His ugliness is seen;
Uses jokes if people he wants to provoke.
Jim Horn
One man.
Treading the streets of his city,
large black overcoat blending into the night,
pipe bowl softly glowing red against the dark,
cane sharply clacking aginst the cobbles.
Suddenly an owl sweeps by,
white wings flashing softly,
quietly hooting.
One man,
one street,
one bird,
one night.
Shivering at the winter of the world,
damaged yet seeking
loves brave endurance,
his cold hands clutched tightly the worn,
familiar black cloak of despair,
and pulled it tighter about his wrinkled neck,
closing his wine dark eyes,
to erase the vision of her face,
his laughter roared through the terror
of playing hooky with the graveyard.
I am careful who I say I love
I dress in the Cloak of Righteousness
I need the love of God, myself first
I am related to the I am related to the Father of ALL Creation Elohim
I vacation here on terrain earth
My job is serving others and praising God
I desired God and a physical carnal cherish love unfold, truth be told
Lament poem
3/3/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2023
He cracked a nice joke
But she did not laugh!
What next: her ribs poke?
No! That should be Chaff!
Or her cream hair stroke?
She’ll strike him a staff!
New wish is a yoke:
Dreaming of A Cloak
And – Yes – Strokes are wrong?
Their affair not long…
Knows he Ann wants Cloak
But it’s not Canned Coke
So, might he try jokes
He’d kept for rich blokes
And back go to coach
For more skills to soak?
Her shadow wears a cloak of Harbor
shoes that walks on water
draped in a shawl that covers the soul
clothes as bright and nurtures
her hair like a flowing scarf
that wraps around her vibrant heart
her shadow is a cloak of apparel
flowing as the winds
colors bright dark blue and black
Trait covering her spirit hole
4/16/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
When you fall into slumber on the pavement
Or
When you wake up at another's
Prevent me from suffocating
In the heat of delight
Delight cant be real
when your behind it all
Because its you behind it all
Or slip into the light
fish me some rainbows
That fade when you bring it back
Because i live in the dark
I live in the dark
Don't take your murderer for granted
-Title quote by Albert Einstein