#cees_greet_chall

25 posts
  • sulu80 20w

    Golden blissful glow of setting sun
    Dipping itself into fathomless depth
    Dark night prevails everywhere around
    Mysterious,invisible happenings around
    Silent ,speechless,silvery moon
    Gentle breeze playing with waves
    An amorous inducing night fall
    Viciousness was playing around
    Falling a prey to his deceiving eyes
    Succumb to the lovely natural setting
    "A clandestine greeting behind closed doors"
    She was left with sweet bitter reality
    A deep sigh within the four walls
    Like phoenix regaining herself
    She lived on her own more resilient
    Years passed by ,seasons changing
    Her life a frozen winter
    Happened to meet again the deceitful eyes
    His eyes filled with guilt of past
    Knelt before her for forgiveness
    Clandestine greetings closed forever in her life....

    #cees_greet_chall #writersnetwork #miraquill #phrase prompt #writing challenge

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    Deceitful Eyes

    Golden blissful glow of setting sun
    Dipping itself into fathomless depth
    Dark night prevails everywhere around
    Mysterious,invisible happenings around
    Silent ,speechless,silvery moon
    Gentle breeze playing with waves
    An amorous inducing night fall
    Viciousness was playing around
    Falling a prey to his deceiving eyes
    Succumb to the lovely natural setting
    "A clandestine greeting behind closed doors"
    She was left with sweet bitter reality
    A deep sigh within the four walls
    Like phoenix regaining herself
    She lived on her own more resilient
    Years passed by ,seasons changing
    Her life a frozen winter
    Happened to meet again the deceitful eyes
    His eyes filled with guilt of past
    Knelt before her for forgiveness
    Clandestine greetings closed forever in her life....
    ©sulu80

  • anvaya 20w

    Dreams lie at the frontiers not in the tired old pasts.
    They dwell not in the shadows that memories have cast.
    Much as I know of this rule, its benefits galore
    Some nights meant a clandestine greeting behind closed doors.
    A meeting with the past, a guilty pleasure,
    Of cherishing moments I have treasured.
    Moments which once felt vibrant and true,
    Now left fading, fading from hue.
    So I paint them back, paint the old new,
    Paint them from perspectives which I once never knew.
    I Laugh at fear knowing I survived,
    Feel wistful at mundanity I now can't revive,
    Cry over times I spent in glee, carefree
    Caress old bonds with friends and family.
    Mementos of memories lying in an unused nook
    Until one day, rediscovered and given a look,
    Remain ever so sweet, linger with lustre of joy
    Until time rusts it bitter into a nostalgic alloy.
    Eyes moist I wish I could live the past again,
    But I see new buds still blossom and then
    Spring up to seize this fresh, new dawn,
    Knowing one day this too would be gone.
    ©anvaya

    This poem is dedicated to my grandfather who requested me to attempt this theme. He also wrote the first line: "Dreams lie at the frontiers not in the tired old pasts."

    "A clandestine greeting behind closed doors." This line is credited to @lovenotes_from_carolyn and has been used as a part of the #cees_greet_chall

    "Mementos of memories lying in an unused nook
    Until one day, rediscovered and given a look,
    Remain ever so sweet, linger with lustre of joy
    Until time rusts it bitter into a nostalgic alloy." These 4 lines are recycled from an earlier poem of mine.

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    Dreams lie at the frontiers not in the tired old pasts.
    They dwell not in the shadows that memories have cast.
    ©anvaya

  • phoenix_in_ashes 20w

    Crestfallen symphonies in reverse
    Sipping soulful aches of August
    Sweating hardships sinking within
    Fuming frippery hell i created for me
    Blazing heat amidst burning ambitions,
    Forest fires prevail, i planted twigs of dreams
    Macaronic madness making more Mavericks
    Unorthodoxy we often preach with bliss
    Broken severed wings they bleed for me,
    I smile betwixt catastrophic scenes
    For phoenix die only to be rekindled beneath,
    A Clandestine greeting behind closed doors
    Where consciousness walks towards new beginning
    Covering meadows of verdant beauty
    Watering dandelions for future deeds
    Vehement me, tends to break but never to forfeit
    Another round of banes and serene,
    As they dance around simultaneously
    Falling like life's mixed confetti,
    With glitters of joy and embedded profundity
    All Flourishing when i find endings,
    They bring the curtains to close for sanity
    While i prevail with Crestfallen symphonies

    #cees_greet_chall

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    Sanity

    ©Deepesh_shukla

  • the_speccy_outsider 20w

    So here's my submission for the amazing challenge hosted by @luvnotes_challenge_host and the phrase 'a clandestine greeting, behind closed doors' is a part of it.


    Cairvoyance as an attribute
    I wanted to possess
    To compute immaculate future
    Bereft of an impromptu repercussion

    I taste liquor never brewed
    Freshly out of credulity
    Rather sprinkled with
    Subjugated scepticism

    A clandestine greeting, behind closed doors
    Is a sacred artifact many wish to honour
    Albeit it boasts of nihilism
    Encompassing a hermit's aura

    They want me to capitulate
    To the sanctity of utmost hedonism
    Seldom that occurs as I forsee
    Persisting telepathic endeavours

    Abuse of power won't be pervasive
    For a soliloquy of principles will dazzle

    ©the_speccy_outsider

    #cees_greet_chall #paradox #combination

    Set A: I taste liquor never brewed
    Set B: Dazzle

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    Clairvoyance

  • pallavi4 20w

    Twisted

    She was the daughter of a wealthy man
    And was beautiful and serene
    He on the other hand was married
    To a short tempered woman who was mean

    They’d known each other since they were children
    But had somehow lost touch on the way
    Thanks to a wrongly send text message
    Accidentally they got chatting one fine day

    They realised they a lot in common
    As they spent more and more time writing to each other
    They forgot that the world expected them
    To act like they were sister and brother

    Others would never understand so they quietly arranged
    A clandestine greeting behind closed doors
    It simply made them realise they’d fallen
    Deeply in love thus complicated things even more

    They continued to exist in halves
    As two shores that would never meet
    Two lives torn by obligations
    One without the other always incomplete

    An outsider would say how irresponsible
    They had been to let this pass
    In unison they would’ve replied
    Love is never in one’s grasp

    Neither did they stop loving each other
    Nor did their future together look bright
    This went on for years them reducing them to
    Secret meetings in the shadow of the night

    So twisted was fate in their lives that they never
    Wished to be together when that could’ve been done
    When it became impossible they were left praying
    To one day come together and stay as one

    @pallavi4

    10th of July, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner

    #cees_greet_chall #shadow #stories_in_poems #love_poems #love_story #love @writersnetwork #writerstolli #miraquill #MirakeeWorld #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill

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  • lovenotes_from_carolyn 20w

    A fortunately fictional submission to the #cees_greet_chall, hosted on my other account. Thank you for reading!

    CLANDESTINE GREETINGS
    by Carolyn Glackin
    A clandestine greeting
    Well beyond closed doors
    Led to a lifetime
    I soon grew to abhor

    In a bright gilded cage
    That at first, seemed like bliss
    Lo! I should have looked closer
    Alas, I was remiss!

    What a shyster was he!
    So deceitful and cunning
    Had I seen things more clearly
    I'd soon have gone running

    So innocent I was
    So naive and unschooled
    Thus he swept right on in
    And he soon had me fooled

    So stealthy his ways
    So reckless his art
    As he stole, piece by piece
    From my soul and my heart

    Have faith now, dear friends
    For this tale's not yet told
    See, I won each piece back
    And I scorned him tenfold!

    I beat him, I did!
    At his very own game!
    Now that man stands alone
    With his guilt and his shame

    As for me? I'm just fine
    I can hardly complain
    I gained back quite a lot
    By losing his name

    Oh yes, love's quite grand
    When it's real and it's true
    But when it's a sham
    It can leave you unglued

    So stay true to yourself
    And hold fast to your heart
    Be your own first true love
    That'll be a good start

    Let no one else in
    Until you're quite sure
    You've found a true gem
    Within him or with her

    For love is a gift
    And a sight to behold
    'Tis the love that is true
    Can't be bought, can't be sold

    Be wise in your dealings
    Be strong in your heart
    And you'll soon find a love
    From which neither will part.
    Copyright Carolyn Glackin 7/10/2021

    #miraquill #writersnetwork #phraseprompt #writingchallenge #originalpiece

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  • dil_k_ahsaas 20w

    Exchange of a clandestine greetings, behind the closed doors between life and death are not visible to naked eyes but soul can feel it.
    A deep sigh of grief runs over a normal facial expression as if in low sound, life is saying to death... I am ready to hug you now.

    Why silent greetings are always welcomed by life instead of loud sounds of the victory trumpets of the demons of death.

    A silent mutual understanding is more than enough to read the vibrations of heart and mind. Death doesn't come when body is ill, death waits for heart to feel ill and defeated because death is always invited by defeated and fading heart.

    Chirping heart always invite a life. A clandestine greetings, behind the closed doors actually always wait for smiles but unfortunately we send the vibrations of wrong message and greets the demons of our inner self.

    Rekha khanna
    ©dil_k_ahsaas

  • kosachaya 20w

    LIFE’S CLANDESTINE THEORIES

    And how odd it is to be haunted by someone who is still alive.
    Chasing every moment to die.

    With every retrospective dilemma of turmoil.
    Bewitching the peace of mind.

    Incumbent the atrocities of mankind.
    Delivering unheard past to imprint from behind.

    Leaving the silhouettes of all kind.
    Though shadows where tangled of few.

    Giving an omnipresent paradoxical vision.
    Letting the confined contradiction to blew.


    Beleaguered the emotions to hymn in open.
    A clandestine greeting behind closed door.

    An unsaid verses of life.
    Said the dead stories of memories.

    ©️kosachaya
    -S Gayathri Vijayaragavan
    …………………

    Thanks @miraquill for editors choice ❤️


    #paradox #cees_greet_chall #lineinspc #ko_sa_cha_ya_ec

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  • puchka 20w

    I asked if she would travel with me, down
    the road where it forked
    One leading to the unknown, the other
    her comfort zone
    She took my hand and replied 'my place
    is by your side,
    Whichever path that you choose, is where
    my destiny lies.

    So we took the path unknown, red carpet of
    autumn leaves blown
    Crunch of heels on dried leaves, resounded
    throughout the valley
    Estranged lovers meeting after years, dropping
    baggage of the past
    Walking to a new beginning between aisle
    of naked trees, at last

    Was it just, the other day?
    What started as a clandestine greeting
    behind closed doors
    Matured into a relationship fiercely opposed
    Forcing them to part ways
    And then fate brought them back on that road
    after two decades gone
    This time, none opposed. Dissenters perhaps
    turned in their graves.
    Who now cares? Precious little time left
    To finish the journey interrupted.
    ©puchka

  • re_ms36 20w

    Phrase used-" i felt a funeral, in my brain"
    Word used-" Life"

    #combination #wod @miraquill @writersnetwork

    #cees_greet_chall #writingchallenge #miraquill #phraseprompt @luvnotes_challenge_host

    Thankyou for Editor's Choice❤

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    Zephyr of Life

    The walls of my room were quiet but
    the air was filled with the silences.
    I could hear the lub-dub of my heart
    And feel the simultaneous sighs.
    I was feeling weary,my body was numb
    But i had aches in all the parts too.
    I raised my hand but it needed a support.
    It shivered only in the vacant balloon of air.
    I could fly the heights with my mouth but
    Could i even stand upon my feet for a while?
    My eyes were flaming, though being moist
    The zephr of love made me alive at most.
    And under the darkness i did feel illuminated
    With the lonesome breezes and starry skies.
    I felt a funeral, in my brain. Of all the things
    I had been nurturing there. Sometimes Life.
    And many times, the Death too.Still,i remain.
    Conversing with a lone star in the cloudy skies,
    the rhaphsodies of Hope in the mint of Life.
    The longing of sunrise was all, desired.
    But the serene silence was even more loved.
    I felt like reaching the top mount peak,
    And unload the burden with utmost shrieks.
    The ceiling illustrated more nostalgias,
    Harmonius heart synced with the rolling tears.
    As soon, my eyelids felt slight heavier ;
    I received a clandestine greeting,
    behind closed doors of my eyes.
    Of the glaring cosmos where it was written,
    .......... "Life" ..........

    ©re_ms36

  • elibegario 20w

    Taking an evening stroll,
    Brushing past the flickers of the nightly streets
    I find it risible, between my nostalgia
    Flamboyant airs that tastes of yesterday

    Steps amongst steps
    I find myself in the most peculiar of houses
    A young man, gently ushers me in
    A clandestine meeting, behind closed doors

    The raggedy carpet, feels soft yet worn
    As my feet stumbles across the creaking floor
    Walls decorated; medallions and frames of days bygone
    The faint breeze laced with powdered coffee

    "Are you proud, sands of time that slipped by?"
    "In the crossroads of life, meeting countless countenances"
    "Are you proud, of what your two hands achieved?"
    "Will you be proud? My most foolish self?"

    Indeed, indeed, the abyss does gaze back
    Time is so Byzantine, so uncannily cruel
    To turn aback, will I ever be proud?
    Of all things gained, all things lost?

    Perhaps, perhaps, I am most proud
    The wrinkles on my smile
    Is as fresh as I run down my youth
    Mayhaps innocence beholds those who aren't so?

    It is under the scent of coffee
    Could I appreciate the morn
    Of what transpires under the witness of the stars
    And the mildew of the morning grass


    #cees_greet_chall
    @luvnotes_challenge_host thank you for hosting such an interesting challenge, I look forward for future challenges to improve my writing skills.

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    It is under a starry night we are conceived onto this world, yet it is before the morning dew that sits upon the grass of tomorrow will we meet to depart.

    ©elibegario

  • bonitasarahbabu 20w

    #cees_greet_chall

    There was a house of ill repute in the neighborhood,
    Everyone kept their distance out of fear.
    Too many rumors had been spread,
    But that's all they were, rumors.
    No one had the courage to go there,
    They kept their distance.
    Curiosity got the better of a young woman,
    And she walked to the house and knocked.
    She was afraid, but stood tall,
    The door opened to an elderly woman.
    That woman was excited to have a visitor,
    She invited the young woman inside the house.
    They had a jolly old time,
    And the elderly woman invited her to come again.
    The only scary issue in the house,
    Were the big English Mastiff dogs.
    The ill repute was because of the smell,
    And the young woman kept going back.
    There was a clandestine greeting behind closed doors,
    This was what the neighbors said.
    It was a blessing in disguise for both women,
    For they found peace in each other's company.
    ©bonitasarahbabu
    07/09/2021

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    ©bonitasarahbabu
    O7/09/2021

  • paint_a_poem 20w

    #cees_greet_chall #miraquill #writingchallenge #cees_reposts
    #writersnetwork
    #imagery

    //Thank you @luvnotes_challenge_host for this wonderful challenge//

    //The Indian Monsoon is truly a special 5th season, as it transforms the landscape with a magic wand and brown twigs and yellow leaves turn to the greenest of green. Here's a poem depicting this uplifting season//

    MONSOON MAGIC

    When will the drunken clouds start to pour
    When will the heaviness cease
    Is it when the night rain meets moist Earth,
    A clandestine meeting behind closed doors?

    A magic wand to transform the Land
    With the first spell of rain, witness Wonderland
    Brown wilted twigs and yellowed trees
    Spring to different shades of green, with dew drenched leaves

    Let the raindrops splatter my window pane
    And clear the fog that clutters my brain
    And fluttering birds fly forth and seek
    Solace under my window sill and sunshade

    Let the Earth receive a new face lift
    A free mud pack, with no frills
    Renewed and refreshed with enhanced charm
    Smile and bloom, calm after the storm

    Now as the day dust settles with petrichor smells
    Wishing for birds and bees and blooming bluebells
    Washing away remnants of sorrow and grief
    To the Earth and Mind, Monsoon is a sigh of relief

    ©paint_a_poem
    9 Jul 21

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    Monsoon Magic

    "When will the drunken clouds start to pour
    When will the heaviness cease
    Is it when the night rain meets moist Earth,
    A clandestine meeting behind closed doors ?"

    ©paint_a_poem
    9 Jul 21

  • cool_buddy45 20w

    #cool_buddy #combination #wod #cees_greet_chall

    @miraquill @writersnetwork @writersnetwark
    @luvnotes_challenge_host

    //Set A : I felt like a funeral,in my brain
    Set B : life
    Set A : I’m nobody!who are you?
    Set B : gradually//

    //gumusservi- moonlight shines

    Thank you for the like @writersnetwork ❤️

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    I felt like a funeral,in my brain
    Beamish smile I lost in pain

    Dolent and darkling duel inside
    Halcyon of life is nocent aside

    A clandestine greeting,behind closed doors
    For me it’s a death call from the next dark shore

    I’m nobody!who are you?
    Solicitous zephyr roams in queue

    Cerebellum is about to celebrate the blast
    Gradually blood nimbles to cornea so fast

    Who am I?No one know
    I am nobody for whom you saw

    Yet a life born to drill and die
    In the gumusservi of mirk
    ©cool_buddy45

  • sagamar 20w

    Grey appears whiter when set against black
    And greyer than grey when set against white
    But does a grey get any greyer than it really is?
    #cees_greet_chall

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    A clandestine greeting
    Behind closed doors
    Hushed whispers of
    Scandalous things
    Said under the cover of the night
    pristine white walled meetings
    Hiding the stain on his soul
    How many innocent lads
    Have stepped through his threshold
    To come out stained and soulless
    What did he show them?
    What did he do to them?
    They ask,
    They murmer
    Yet never what they did to him
    As he laid Bear his honest self
    Dirty as it was, what have they done to him?
    What have they done to him?
    ©sagamar

  • ramen_queen 20w

    The sky was gloomy
    But slowly clearing
    With a flickering rainbow
    Right in the line of vison
    In contrast to the
    Green, muddy earth
    That looked fresh as
    Spring in the hills.
    A forbidden love
    A clandestine greeting
    From behind closed doors.
    For it was the only way
    That the sky could
    Give their love
    To the earth.
    ©ramen_queen

  • healing_pen 20w

    Instead of looking at the moment, I will metaphorically turn around and look backwards for my inspiration.







    Part A - I'm nobody! Who are you?
    Part B - life

    #cees_greet_chall


    #ceesreposts #wod #combination #pod #writersnetwork

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    Happiness and sadness are interwined
    Happiness for some may be sadness for other.

    Today since morning it's fifth time my mom out of her love and affection asked me what would I have in dinner though it's not even lunch time and lunch is already packed for me. While walking to work, two small kids came running and bashed with me, a bit pissed off I gave the usual look but something caught me there. They sat near the car and the younger one pulled out a half eaten bread the other child's eye gleam with happiness. I was soaked in tears at the amount of happiness they had to have a single piece of torn bread. I just stood there over half a minute and silently placed my tiffin with extra love and affection, next to them and walked away with teary eyes.

    // Happiness is so wrongly perceived by us. Today I learnt happiness isn't food , or the taste, happiness is being happy with whatever you have , whatever you are//

    The peon at my office always greets me and I do the same. Despite the huge difference in our salary, his smile is far more warmer and stress-free than mine. In my break I observed his littered clothes and than mine , all formal and ironed crease free. My hair so neatly done and his hair grayed and barely combed. But he always carried any kind of work with dignity and politeness. I took out my degree certificate and smiled sarcastically. The certificate of success screaming "I'm nobody. Who are you? " It's then I realised true meaning of success. The pride I held all these years crumbled down to ash.

    //All my life I thought happiness is success. But are all achievers then happy? I realised happiness is contentment. To be successful purely means to be content //

    While walking home I saw the peon , the kids and then my mom

    Success isn't the money earned. Success is the smile you hold even when no one is watching you. Success is a clandestine greeting, behind the close door.
    Success is happiness you share your present in. Without worrying about the next hurdle or adventure. For the kids without worrying what my next meal would be, enjoying the present meal.
    Happiness is peace. The bliss you feel when your mother after a hard working day places a palm on your forehead just to soothe you down.
    Success is happiness, one where you sleep with contentment.


    ©healing_pen
    July 9th, 2021

  • fromwitchpen 20w

    OBSEQUY (cold cook) .

    Once venture to clasp the last ray of sunlight
    I have seen them swill down by this dungeon
    life double-cross them like trahison des clercs

    Sniveling throats, bewailed orbs not accepting
    the sudden demise feeling funerals in their brain
    Deadpan I dug an abode where bones will reside

    A clandestine greeting, behind close doors they
    all go through but the closed ones at that side
    don't know what's going on inside, hell or heaven

    With a jolt, hearse started moving in dead valleys
    cadavers convulsed in cacophonous corporeality
    and again I'm on the way to inhume the remains


    #combination #cees_greet_chall

    (Set A~I felt a funeral, in my brain
    Set B~Life

    trahison des clercs~a betrayal of intellectual, artistic, or moral standards by writers, academics, or artists.
    Cold cook~an undertaker of funerals)

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    "sometimes there is
    a dearth of graves so
    I demolish and dig
    same grave again
    and again"
    ©fromwitchpen

  • sproutedseeds 20w

    #wod#combination#cees_greet_chall
    #sufferc#writersbay
    #writersnetwork#miraquill
    #luv_notes_challenge_host

    Miraquill combination :-

    Set A...I am nobody! Who are you?

    Set B...Life
    Bright
    Truth
    Gradual


    @writersnetwork thank you for the repost ❤️
    Thank you for the editor's choice ❤️

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    GREETINGS

    LIFE is only 'one'
    between birth and death.
    In this journey I met
    Sweet and sour moments
    in BRIGHT and dull shades
    through ups and downs lanes.

    The TRUTH is
    I had to silently SUFFER
    without any moral support
    or
    a shoulder to lean on.

    I got tired, worn out and
    tried to shut the doors of pain.
    While doing so, I got a
    CLANDESTINE GREETING BEHIND THE
    CLOSED DOORS from the mirror hung there.

    The reflection on the mirror looked
    different. That was the "new me"
    who has realised to let go negativity
    and GRADUALLY change the perspective
    of life with a positive note
    When I said "I am nobody! who are you?
    I heard a voice from the mirror
    "I am greeting you into the world of
    new possibilities... WELCOME".
    ©sproutedseeds
    09.07.21

  • cruisey 20w

    The heart behind the bars,
    Often bear the most scars.

    The heart is locked away.
    Pierce! It won't feel the pain.
    I felt a funeral, in my brain.
    Of my heart, an ash tray.

    Heart, dead. Life, went on.
    Brain, laughed. Suffer was born.

    But soon the brain yelled.
    Wild nights- wild nights!
    With heart, nights had gleamed.
    He Yearned for those frenzied fights.

    A clandestine greeting, behind lock doors.
    Like a lover, entering backdoors.

    Moon needs sun to shine.
    To make the nights mighty fine.
    Similarly, brain's sun was heart.
    Who held the reins of his cart.

    How they could never be together.
    Then asked his daughter, "Come hither"
    Suffer obliged and hugged him tight.
    Heart said from heaven,"It'll be alright"

    He thought if heart could re-born.
    Like Phoenix after death's horn.
    But then Phoenix willingly die.
    The heart was killed, made to die.

    ©vidushimodi
    09.07.2021