A full moon paused o’er their cars and hovered
Arousing fury in teenage lovers ~
What in ‘H’ are you doing
Shining light on our screwing ~
Moon laughed: Just trying to blow your cover
Temptations are Undercover Agents. Cleverly disguised.. Each one strategically placed to test our current level of progress, and use of divine will power.
It's no surprise
that I'm back here
looking out over the river,
painting thoughts, dripping
memories, smearing streaks
of the here and now
across the canvas of a dull,
overcast day.
There was a time
when I had ambitions to be
an artist, high school dreams
of a life in smoke filled studios,
tee shirts and paint splattered
Levi jeans. ( A la Jackson Pollock )
Fate though had me
nine to five dressed in a suit,
white cotton shirt and a tie.
Over a long career I digested
libraries of corporate jargon,
studied the intricacies of office drill,
the dark secrets of management
all with consummate skill.
To survive, I mastered the art
of disguise and deflection
as an undercover poet
learns to do.
Horror Story.
Wife’s gone to bed, there’s a spooky sound
Still scared of the dark when no one’s around
I hear her snore in the room above,
A reassuring growl, is just enough
In the film a killer is stalking
All the lights off, no one’s talking
Turn on the lights, an involuntary scream
Has no affect on those in the scene
A glint of a knife, raised in a hand
Bet she regrets this one-night stand
I know, I know, it’s only acting
I could tell, the kind she’s attracting
I’d have given her really sound advice
Forget the murderer, find someone nice.
But no, he’s here, no is not the answer
She’s an undercover cop, not exotic dancer
The tables are turned, during the struggle
I sneak off to bed, give the wife a cuddle.
David Cox 17/02/23
Let not your heart be deceived by the shiny glow on her flawless skin.
November 3, 2022
Darkness endows the small
and the ordinary
with poetic power
Falling with the fallen
rising with the chosen
Reaching for
forgiveness
—and the absence of pain
(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)
Warm air
on cold water,
a layer of mist forms,
rushing headlong while time permits,
knowing that the sun will bring certain end.
The river flows under cover
of fog, hiding secrets
known to none but
herself.
Background backhand
Backdrop backbite
Pathway railways
Take-off target
Farfetch courage
Tell tail junk mail
Distant lover
Under cover
Up start breaks heart
Jilted lover
Under cover
0/23/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
In cosmopolitan artificiality
he orchestrated ways and means for excited culls
Initiated to ensure free world buoyancy
To prevent corruption by power hungry moguls
Taken from Many miles away 3/30/14
Date 8/7/20 Gregory R Barden Sponsor
Poetry Contest Rithimus Divisa 4
The moon
so hazy
in early winter sky
fights to break through
denied, she
casts her spell
undercover
as a door creaks
near me
while streaking
across the sky
a ghostly hag
on her broomstick
~ cackles
God, forgive our love, as we sink in waves of fear.
Unrestrained sizzle and savour, a web tangles us near.
Our starving souls burn, ablaze in glowing ember.
Sparks of fiery frissons, so exciting to remember.
Forgotten promises broken, we choose not to hear.
Thrill of forbidden love, simmers in lively cheer.
Friendship laced touch , takes an amorous steer.
Wanting what we shouldn't, in guilt we drown together.
God, forgive our love.
In addiction of passion, our conscience go unclear,
Moths dancing on flame, we still risk the chandelier.
Erratic hearts yearn and swoon, in captivated tether,
Under clandestine cover, we feel worse or better?
Illicit, they call it, but isn't it also love,.. pure, sincere?
God, forgive our love.
17th March 2019
Disguised
Not a word
To anyone
On a mission
Incognito
Cloaked
Focused
Defiant
AP: 1st place 2021
The detective peeked through the keyhole
As he gathered clues at the scene of the crime
He knew the suspects well, but things had spun out of control
And had for a long time
A heavy object had jammed the door shut
He'd soon go through this scene with a fine tooth comb
Then in the corner he saw a cigarette butt
He knew it wasn't his, for this was his home!
Behind the locked door was his wife and her lover
It was one of his 'friends' who'd gone undercover
He banged on the door, he wanted in
In this situation no one could win
He heard the door creak open later that night
Before it was over someone would be dead
But instead of bloody fight
They had a threesome instead!
1-4-19
Shaken, like ive never been.
The old stuff I once knew....
ruied, shattered now made new
thousand angels crying.
hearts are breacking.
we need the gospal we once knew.
so i cry, holy father ive been uncover.
not listening to you at all.
forgive, me for what ive done.
thousand angels crying
and ive got to stop running.
thousand angels crying.
hearts are breaking.
we need the gospal we once knew.
and i've got to stop running to testify your word.
People ask why? Why do you express?,
Why do you wear your heart on your chest?,
Why do you even bother to explain?,
When people already know, don't you think it's a waste?,
Yet, I have always believed, we must be reminded,
We repeatedly re-member, in order to guide us,
What some see as simple, or sounds stupid to say,
Must be replanted in our hearts to remind us again,
We are a habit forming people, we repeat all the time,
That jolt brings us back, it reconstructs our mind,
We look back at our choices, we look back on our mistakes,
It monitors our growth, we check our hearts this way,
I believe anything I share, I need to hear it too,
I say it out of love for me and for you,
Words that come from the soul matter in this life,
Whether or not they sound wrong or right,
It's the breath of freedom that uncovers the truth,
A declaration of the heart concerning the next step we choose,
So I'll take that constructive criticism, that perspective, that idea,
It may not concern me at the moment, but it might next year,
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