Short In Secret Poems
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Help someone secretly
Is the best for good
Good people have good news
Good people will have
Good reward, peace in life.
Sometimes the weight of need,
Is just to close my full eyes,
to sit still, outside the storm!
And be washed in secret silence.
The snails met in secret
For their parents were political
Arguing about everything
That never matters to anyone at the moment of death
When you believe your flowering plant
is dead
it isn't dead.
Instead
it scatters seed
in secret
and plants a bloom
in another room.
Clouds hang low on stained
footpaths slick with moss clinging
as vines of green. He
waits in rain for a quiet
rendezvous, hardly breathing.
side by side
descendants of
the African Slaves
souls lost
in the
chains and
the cotton fields
where we died
in secret but
we listen
to our past
Snuck out in secret
Hit me like a runaway train
Silent but violent
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Limelight, band music, fanfare
Politicians love gala affairs
Hidden in secret plans sealed
Who would have thought such a deal
By politicians who seemingly care
Calorie counting
Overly aggressive
Understated
Never satisfied
Thickly disgusted
Oppositionally
Nervous
Ticking time bomb
Heaving
In secret
Now a days
When Trump With Us
When Trump With Us has remained;
Personality is probably predestined;
Of not aware;
Never share;
To remain he should do it clandestined.
(In secret.)
Jim Horn
orange deepens
twilight,
clasping
praying fingers…
towel-dry night
sketches,
drapes of wishes
held in secret
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Whenever you make a donation
rather than seeking an ovation
let your gift be in secret.
For while it's unseen yet
in heaven you'll receive approbation.
Matthew 6.1-4
In secret we met
in secret we loved
The secret, our threat
In secret we remained
in secret we mourned
The secret, our pain
In secret I gave
In secret you took
The secret, our grave.
ICICLES
On my eaves glass stalactites
Sunlight lenses sparkling pure
Formed in secret overnight
Future length of life unsure
But even if they fail and fall
They decorate my ugly wall
A tin of chocolates
The sun slowly retreating
In beautiful flame
A glance in secret
The firm push of resolution
Butterflies dancing
Girlie smile
The light of welcome
At last --"Will you be mine?"
Much In Store with Closed Door
Trumps saves things and keeps in store;
Each policy he does have is closed door;
In secret kept,
While we slept,
And no wonder him we all do deplore.
Jim Horn
Kiss
hidden
in secret.
Locked forever,
shining leaves caught in sap turned to amber:
a golden love held in rings betrothed.
In unison,
palm to palm,
fingers
touch.
(Painting 1, 30th August)
One by one,
They push
This dagger
Through their souls
Montague and Capulet
Star-crossed lovers
So deeply in love
We cross the stars
Claim that
Love is just
A test
We married
In secret
One day,
we will all go to the same place:
the hidden ones,
the exiled ones,
the ones who loved in secret.
And there, before God,
we will say:
“We did no sin.
We just loved a little more purely.”
I love you
Let's face it, I do
Obviously you have no idea
Veiled and masked away
Enveloped in secret I am
You I love and no one else
Obsessing over you
Understand that I really do and I wonder if you do too
The marriage flame he had diffused
To her every pleasure refused
But she held him in secret
Though her days were filled with bleakness
Till at last his breath was dying
For an eternal love she was vying
a numinous mist
spied by the young ones
unseen by parents
forming in the dining room
above great-great-grandma Rutherford’s claw foot oak table
supernatural magic, kept in secret compartments by the young
Gratitude gathers quietly, a grace that grows in secret places.
Small mercies rise like morning light, revealing more than I expected.
My heart bows open—blessing upon blessing, and I breathe thanks.
Going Home
In a place I don't belong
Shackled to this others call home
Drinking of the water of affliction
I just want to go home
Death in secret I can't turn
In a vessel destined to burn
I just want to go home
We live our lives in pieces,
A little at a time.
Some pieces lived in sadness,
While others are sublime.
The bad times leave so slowly,
The good times leave too soon.
Some times we live in secret,
On the dark side of the moon.