Short Guises Poems
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The Tinsil
Tinsil,
I will.
Deeply,
Brightly.
Colours,
Flowers.
Strands meshed,
Refreshed.
Sizes,
Guises.
Splashed on,
Neurone.
Happy,
Sparkly.
Whole house,
Fast mouse.
Dresses,
Guesses.
Repost,
The toast.
~~Get Thee Behind Me Satan~~
Temptation comes in all sorts of guises
Through eyes and touch there's no disguises
But the worst thing about being tempted into sin
Is when we look or touch
And then still fall in....
Mere anarchical obstinacy
Is their sad anthem all over;
Stubbornness steeped in lunacy
Is their sole claim to fame.
Who can stand their inane guises,
Their thoughtless mouthings tolerate?
Verbiage for verbiage’s sake is their vibe;
Sheer affection for baseless hate.
Ornate guises fill the halls,
Baroque, Venetian—timeworn
In courtyards of seduction,
A wealthy heir plays the game .
Dainty farm lass in torn mask
Becomes this man’s easy quest
Her façade, a thieving ploy.
Contest: SEVENBITS for nette onclaud
3 Oct 2017
I count the sunsets
As the colour drains and darker it gets
And not the sunrises
For it’s just another day in all its guises
For night time can be so pure
Without the brightness to endure
And I slip into a comfortable reality
Where I can wander alone and free.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Guises
Our Self dresses
In numerous guises
And the guises reflect
Our knowing of Truth..
Some apparently
Live lives immersed
In guise belief..of their
Identity thus described..
So..from time to time
We need to undress
To experience the
Light of permanence
Our Self recognized...
How blissful natures pause reigns
the vibratory hum greedily gleaned
Cicadas buzz call transport
the soft rustle of maples branches sport
The three-part tune “whip poor will”
The acorns rattle on the window sill
All of natures silent prizes
Bring joy and wonder in silent guises.
Love meets us where we are
and sees through
Our disguises
Our guises
Our performances
Our nuances
Our expectations
Our innovations
Our convictions
Our contradictions
Our excellencies
Our inconsistencies
Love greets us where we are
Sees right through us
and does not run away
He/She are similar yet different in guises, genders, adapting to be reborn. Restoration from one's past traumas, hurts, deceit, disappointments, mental and physical abuse
is like tearing aways the peels from a onion or
a cut by a razor to masks that pain hoping it would fade away.
Seeking solace to recuperate to a better quality of restorative livelihood.
Dancing in the dark between the river & the spark
Afraid of the sun, of becoming undone
Holding my fist in the air, warning the guises to beware
For I'm in love, in love with a boy
He gave me his heart, I gave him my soul
The two of us became whole while dancing in the dark
Between the river & the spark
With my head pressed firmly against his chest
We looked at the stars & drifted into the night.
clouds up playfully dancing in the sky
scrapes and patterns nonchalantly floating by
shrouds of marshmallow forms that mystify
cottoncandy shapes in guises quite flamboyant
grounded gusts released on wings of butterfly
landscapes enjoy their suitors so gallant
magical theatrics in slow motion
whimsical courtship games incite emotion
AP: 3rd place 2025
Submitted on June 9, 2019 for contest RIMA OTTAVA sponsored by CHARLES MESSINA - RANKED 3RD
Them that never cease to claim
Everything that’s ours is theirs.
They take our lands,
They spill our blood;
Our children are consumed by lust.
The future, but a toxic mix:
Ancestors lived and died for this?
This legacy, blighting as a spell;
Contaminating, burns a living-hell.
Who is man and who is beast
When one pretends to love but hates?
Copyright 23.10.14
(Written for Black History Month Oct in UK
The killing continues in plain sight and in various guises)
Red ball of fire at the edge of the sky
Sinking slowly as its light begins to die
Birds and animals seek shelter in your fading light
Hiding from the cold and fearsome night
Delicate flowers close and fold
Hiding colors long extolled
Stars drift across the darkness
Giving a beauty to the world’s bleak starkness
Morning comes and the fire ball rises
Lives and colors return in all their many guises
Such is the cycle of night and day
Nature’s dance, an eternal ballet
Just a little word with
So many guises
Incoherent inefficient ineffective reaction
Inconsistent blame
Vengeful malaise
Conscious disregard
Blameless resolve
Sanctimonious irksome indifference
Creative revenge
Wreckage for sport
Intensive bigotry
Hyperbolic generalisation
Disinterestedness
Complacent autocratic dogma
Crass philistine opportunism
Nimble forgetfulness
Vigorous ignorant diatribe
Impotent nostalgia
All in a day’s work for those
Whose envy knows no bound