Best Obelisk Poems
TOWER OF TUSK
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lone tower of tusk
roaming beams of angel- light…
signal post for ships
rising obelisk
pewter threads wave guardian’s blade…
safe sail from dark harm
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Russell Sivey’s Contest: In the Light of Haiku
Written by: nette onclaud
January 22, 2024
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Divergent viewpoints can arise
Whilst triumphant variously savor
Glorious tune of achievement,
Gain glory as godly guile
Whilst booming into spring blooms
In fervor of zeal, vow faithfully
God bestows on them a swish tree
With a bountiful harvest
Its span is boundless
Akin to an everlasting ring,
However, clocks tick down
Daily weavings of divine honor.
Amidst lustrous obelisk
Unbeknown overall aesthetic
Sprawled across stars haze
My cosmic frame oozes to apex
I harness the strand in crimson
Widening warp and woof
Over that magnificent loom
Queries seldom yield effectiveness,
Sadness for their plight emerged
In bows and flowery swags
We ought to remember
Fetching a fresh format forward
Divine devotion developed.
We could detect tangles and flaws
Fairness shares justice and equity
The quest implies grace and faith,
A gorgeous layout with a top-ounce
We are haughtily proud,
Divine is eternally supreme
His work never stops, and
His weaving is always wise,
But we must remember that
We are an essential portion of it.
Let us embrace each day
As a raw opportunity to weave
A Halcyon design
With dedication and patience
We can grow the warp and woof
Over that majestic loom
Until we blossom, akin to flowers.
Written: June 22, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Silent One
Quote: Your name is upon my tongue, your image is in my sight, your memory is in my heart. Where can I send these words that I write ? By Rumi
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Remember Me—
Not as a wimpy palimpsest pressed in dust,
but as a melodic requiem
Swelling through sycamores,
a voice that thrums in amber air.
Stands out as brilliant, warm, and vivid—
candles in our memories for days.
I was your hubris and nemesis—
your panacea of song,
a sylphlike sigh whispered
woven in the welkin’s velvet veil
pure awareness of your heart.
Do not shred me into ephemera,
nor replace my passion—
with forgetfulness
I am the obelisk in your memory’s scope
the oculus through which eternity gropes.
Since death may alleviate with deceit,
Since shadows unravel the nexus of our days,
my love wincing, scintillating—
a sumptuous aurora
that presses the stygian night.
Remember me—
in the whispering calyx of summer blooms,
in the susurrous lagoon
where cicadas chant,
in every wistful whisper of wind
that morphs weariness into wonder.
I am not lost,
but vestigial luminous flame
a perpetuum pulse
a virtuoso of silence
hunting for your sapphire necklace
everlasting will,
singing still—
commit me to your memory.
Shattered bottled up dreams
strewn in callous fashion,
litter those Tobacco roads
of man-made poverty
Cancerous amorality
is the accepted dystopian reality
Majority rule by the metal ballot law ...
second finger got a gun pressed to the jaw
Diablo destiny decree:
Dos digital corrects any uno analog flaw
This warped sensibility
is the venal logic served pucker raw
A lot of lip sizzle buttery undercooked,
a lot of dead bang thievery overlooked
Ash fault neglect
is heaped on the next generation
of social experimentation
Petri dish promises
are furtive cloned assertions
Silky slick politricking on the wifi
(why fi-nance poor citizens’ aspirations)
is a web of deceit ...
tax-deductible alm desertion
Roll the lively military drums,
let the drones deliver
a hollow incoming death hum
Victory is counted as being “less of,”
cull the bottom feeders of a wolfbane society —
This is the favorite poison ivy scheme
of the power pyramid builders:
Soulless architects
erecting a crooked obelisk dystopian reality
And this fractured,
motion picture reel nightmare
still ain’t murky half as bad as it’s gonna be
Nature's Treasures
She sees their crowns had impressively grown
Taller than the obelisk now merely ancient stone
Deepest green like emeralds set on her mystic ring
Forever cognizant and nurtured by a life-giving spring
A gentle presence caresses leaves fervently breathing
Reaching toward heaven imbibing celestial blessing
Over her heart a talisman deciphers cryptic rune
Trees are endowments from beyond the moon
Without trees and grasses fostered by a star...
Planet Earth may inevitably mirror God of War!
***This is an expanded version of the previously posted
poem Cognizant Gems, now with a different title,
"Nature's Treasures"***
10/25/2022
6:20 P.M.
Aboard Rhapsody of the Seas
Limassol, Cyprus
Luxor, oh Kharmack
Temples to Amon, Amon Ra
Pharaohs in sacred reverence
For both gods lifted
Along the majestic Nile
Through Upper Egypt
What an elite ... to stand quiet
There, on the Kings valley
At Tuntakamon progeny´s way
The Palace of Hatshepsut
In the Valley of the Queens
Majestic Horus and by Felucca
The Mausoleum of Agha Khan
Obelisk, still unfinished
And the pristine temple Philae
From Edfu to Aswan ...
The High Dam to retain
The nonalignment of Lake Nasser waters
The graffiti art, portraying the long story
Of the lives of all the Pharaohs
And the temples of Sobek, Horus and Khnum
In Kom Ombo
Fascinate the eyes of anyone
He was graced with long life as the work he required,
A present flame, aft he retired,
He deepened the souls that sat before him,
And made them express with written decorum.
He read their assignments with special attention
That challenged and called forth youth's finest rendition.
He opened the door to a life well read,
His students entangled in Baalat's web.
Gazing back through the specularium of time
One saw an intellect so immensely fine
That it slightly abashed those of higher grade,
His light joining their lights where others fade.
Moving on one lingered a bit in the past,
Still meeting challenges from his intellect, so vast.
That it scarce was contained
In the role for him framed.
His soul now borne upon the Stygian Lake
Leaves proper grammar trailing in its wake;
This gentle muse vanished in the night,
The curtains closed, doused the light.
No need for stately obelisk oe'r his bier
To greet mournful pilgrims once a year;
For though he'll be long gone,
The phallic symbol, he loved so, lives on.
…obliterated night of the seven seasons
tickets and thickets and trains collide
into the cliché of licking tongues
wed to the bred moan of capitalism
(grinning gothic gremlin) smile of a nurse
before the coma saturates the elliptical
thought of the ghost mutes trepidation
(ride the crest of the adder’s riddle)
infested with scales of karma flaking
magic merging with the indifferent
Earth (and the sky implodes anxiety)
--a voice says crawl back to childhood—
innocence is an oblivious death-sentence
terminated without punctuation (again her)
approval is a mark of degeneration (descend
-ing) linked aphasia is the coded dance of night
…sour taste in the heart as the mouth spouts
…verbs of deeds painted like profanity
…I see her riding the obelisk of risk
…until the tendrils lie
shivered awake by mourning nothingness
thrown back within the iris of truth
drowning in the colors of reason…
Home-coming Pigeons
Most treasured part, from the rest,
Is the inside of a Pigeon’s breast:
*
Pigeons are a swift and furthest flier
Yet, back Home they always retire;
Unlike lovesick men; a headless nail
Who sink both their head and tail!
*
Pigeons’ wingspan is incredibly long...
Pray! Toil must make hands strong.
*
Pigeons’ tact, manoeuvre and poise...
Evade the Devil with Hymn’s noise!
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Power of sight in the Pigeons’ eye...
Lucifer’s lure we must quickly decry!
*
Pigeon’s nest in obelisk of Church...
Holy shelter Pigeon chicks to hatch!
*
Pigeons’ Partners are the happy most,
In age or in ailment love’s not lost!!
*
Most treasured part, from the rest.
Is the inside of a Pigeon’s breast!!
JM
26th Oct’ 2013
The dragonfly
perches at the apex
of an amethyst foxglove,
tubular blooms
erect as trumpets.
A jeweled angel
pauses on an obelisk,
transparent
but for sun's shimmer
dancing on diaphanous wings,
until a feral gust
whisks it into porcelain air.
Time's flowing tributary; the future changes the past.
Our burial cortege concludes its course at the graveyard.
Falling leaves collapse, crafting new fates; feel the weight of dust.
Some are wagered in a pitcher with burnt bones and ash charred
We tread the twisting trails, yet in the end, all come this way.
The funeral site was bleak and hushed with death and decay.
Where death reigns and no one recalls who under earth lay.
I find peace in the abyss, grasp sky, and haze through the grave.
The woods are gray guiding the cars and assuaging the crave
Nothing appears in the night when it is too brief to save.
With outworn obelisk, only the moss knows the rent draft
You have rote recall for this wreath, yet no time in this yard.
Trusting that I would rest here, bereft of any rich ray.
Leaving behind all my hard-gained assets by a name waive.
1st Place contest winner
Written: February 22, 2023
Writing Challenge - G Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
This poem form is the Fragmented Rhyme invented and Conceived by Constance La France. It has 14 lines with indentation, and a rhyme scheme, as follows: ABABCCCDDDABCD
Of pale melancholy
And the infinite fall
Of broken machinery
Cast upon vast shores
Decimation reservation
The prodigal son returns
Jagged reigns of jaded egos
Amber suns stretching upon seas of sanctuary
Blue oysters cast a cult of personality
Here is where the mechanicals recoiled
Gears turned deep inside the obelisk
Onyx realms reaching to monolithic cities
Blacken the sky is on fire of desolations dawn
Volumes fills my fancies with arcane dreams
Milky white universe’s immaculate ejaculate dynastic
Covers pale melancholy machinery of it…
Drips and drains into serenity
Tides borne cryptic things from ancient depths
Fathoms different shores
Odd engines images forges, engages, enrages
Facades of the Deities
Castings from altered shores
Drudged up in desolate depths
Dark quagmires in nightmares explore
The Melancholy and pale machines implore
Something fetal feral twisted engorged
An abomination spills upon the floor
A pale machine of marrow and blood
In spines broken bones
Hooked finger Nails Nine Inches long
Pitch black eyes watch a haloed star
Of holocaustic blooms
In infernal flowers, flames, flurries
Something seeps, creeps, down deep, furies
Lurches on to heavens door
Breeds, seeds, forsaken monstrosities
Of pale machinery and mythic beings,
The melancholy of humanity,
A pale something expires
Eternal winter of
Broken Machinery
cast upon vast moonlit shores
Where am I
Above the clouds in many splendored hues of blue and white
This view beheld by an honored and rarest few
A nations treasure lies below in marble and in green
Yet no dome or obelisk could ever be this hallowed
Like a great bird it claws across the sky
A meeting calls: a friend in need
Its mighty engines crash through the silent morning sky
Its shrieks but music to all who know and remember well
The many come to take her place are fallen
This Daedalus lives on to tell their tales and more
Through younger eyes she gleamed in sun drenched silvers high above the clouds
Now bathed in grays she lingers on to battles unimagined in her youth
Lightened of the tools of war her peaceful mission now to do
She’s come to pay her last respects
And as she dipped and turned away
A sweet release and something more
A soul was taken from this world
And carried to the arms of God
© 2014 by Craig McAlister
Flyover by B-52H serial 0060 "Iron Butterfly" at Arlington National Cemetery on January 7, 2008.
To exist within a utopian society is
Of great opportunity. A perfect way
Where existing means living by
Obligations to the utopian way.
A deep desirable Devotion must be
Counted of the characteristics of
The inhabitants of this society.
Everyone must live in harmony with
Everyone else and with nature.
Satisfaction without stress struggle
Strife nor strain we shall have
Dialect rhetoric and simple
Discussions about what to expect
A utopia affords no discord the
Sun will not shine every day
But some sun will be on the way
We shall feast hearty.
Unburdened. Fears and
Apprehensions washed away no
More grief of yesterday. The
Metaphysical worthiness will be
Recorded on discs and obelisk.
Years will pass without a hitch
Hearts and minds will be crafted
In loveableness. Reference to this
Utopian way no one is rich or poor
We will live one for all and all for one
No Diabolical schemes no not none
Peace and harmony dreams assured
No crimes or bombastic belligerent
Blistering behavior at this doorstep
One cause no flaws. One set of
Rules will not be abused.
Questions will be answered by
The court. All are invited to
Question and answer night
Gatherings and celebrations will
Be had. Weddings will be held
Babies will born.
But no so and so and definitely
No such and such much to much
All positive attractions cheeks
Caressed a friendly gaze
TO THE DELIGHT OF ALL
HUMANITY. live the utopian
Way. Utopia does the day
Release relief and live the life
Live the life of a decaying organism,
& you are bound to become senile.
Build-up of the spiritual embolism
Causes one to face the green mile.
Sooner than later,
Accelerated inevitability.
As you lose the ability to live
& the stability to forgive...
Stare at the darkness & pray for stars,
Glare with sharpness & delay the scars.
Are you happy now?
Are you beautiful now?
Are you successful now?!
Are you wealthy now?!
A cage made of gold is still a cage.
Trapped until you're old, peaceful rage.
What is this promised land you promise us?
Underneath the Grand Obelisk & unjust.
Are you powerful now?
Are you respected now?!
I say you are feared...
To hell with that!
Forever will i be endeared.
My honesty is adamantly exact.
The choices you wish to retract
Succumb to the consequences you attract.
We all must one day hang up the hat
Without a pat on our back...