Best Obliviously Poems
And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice. There is an invisible strength within us; when it recognizes two opposing objects of desire, it grows stronger ( Rumi)
She is an angelic Aphrodite,
with thorns and thistles
in her myrtle heart,
disguised as a martyr
veiled in burgundy blues,
a savior in need
of a lion armor.
As the tainted world
lured her to be the
temptress of twilight,
blindfolded by
paper butterfly wings,
handcuffed by
porcelain pearls
and lilac lace;
she finds herself,
searching for blood
diamond truth to
uncloak what grows
beneath the orchid sun.
She never promised
that her peaking rays
of spring would
silence your storms.
For she strolls obliviously,
dressed in onyx winter,
as she tastes of
sinful summer evenings,
wearing a crown of
sublime sunflowers,
too piercingly divine
for unprepared eyes.
She has constantly
been shoved deep
into an estuary of emotions,
where turquoise ripples
fade into blazing blue
wisps of nothingness,
among dimmed stars
in the soul of midnight.
If only she knew,
not every spellbinding
gaze meant "love" woven
in threads of
a thriving future;
there’s always
blistering agony
brewing beneath
constellations of
fluttering gems,
though she questions
the silver light that
radiates from
the moon in her mind.
On a river bank and holding a flower,
Plucking the petals one by one,
There I am
Standing amiss behind a tree,
Staring at me as if I don’t see you
There you are.
I ask you a simple question
Why is life so complicated?
And you walked out slyly
Because you didn’t know I knew you were there
And you answered
If it weren’t, there would be no love
But I don’t have that anyway
I reply
And in your head I know you’re thinking
Oh but you do,
You have it from me
But I sat there so obliviously
I didn’t ever tell you
But I loved you too
That was the only secret
That I ever kept from you
And when we chased
Each other in the creek
You didn’t ever tell
That you were falling in love with me
And we were just children
They would always say
But children are the wisest
In a special kind of way
They see people for who they are
And they don’t know corruption
As personally as they will grow up to
But for now they look into each other’s souls
And choose their friends for life
You see it all started as children
When we all had our sight
But now we are blind
To the untruthful ones
We could sense it
Like we could sense that winter was here
And that a big snow was coming
But now we are so desperate
For love because it’s not so easy anymore
And we forget the simplicity of the emotion
If you love someone, let the love grow
Let it blossom like it knows no limits
And indulge in life on that feeling
That you were a child again in love
I AM ALIVE!
Your mistake, my creation
In truth I am just speck
Flowering obliviously in your gut
Does that mean distraction?
My heart now beats
And I bear fits filled with my future
Waiting to be unleashed to the world unknown,
With my eyes wide shut
I imagine you to try and picture you
I hear you speak, I hear you laugh
Isn’t that the perfect lullaby?
My legs kick hard but you try to hide:
One night’s extravaganza
All under your T-shirt
Like it’s all in a day’s work
Don’t you want me mommy?
I am the gift you never asked for
But then life is to die for.
How I wish to write to Santa,
Have him deem my innocence
Before he awards me with my gift
I get life for Christmas?
Afford me the chance to be!
I am alive I breath through you.
like a bee to nectar you rush
through the garden,
heading directly to the biggest red rose
in your path the tulip, vibrant and strong
in your haste for the beautiful rose,
you brush against the tulip, obliviously
knocking the fragrant petals to the ground
you grab for the perfect rose cursing
to yourself as the barbs from the stem
cut into your ungloved hand
as you wipe the blood, from the vicious
tear in your skin on your pants, you look down
at the dirt and on the tulip
now crushed under your boots
Wake me if I've become stationary,
satiated with the ordinary.
Nudge me if I am complacently numb,
ungrateful and obliviously glum.
Unfold my eyes if they're mindlessly closed.
Wake me from heedless sleep if I have dozed.
5-21-2021
Beheld thee ever the face of Death?
Felt thee the cold haunting breathe?
Hasth thee looked through the hollow eyes
And shivered Upon hearing the astral cries?
Take but a moment, just a moment
And close thy eyes and reflect.
The almighty by his hand spinned Earth
And therein obliviously placed Death.
Now, beheld thee ever the face of Death?
Felt thee the cold haunting breathe
When thee gape through the misty mirror
At thy skeleton's dramatic error?
Hasth thee watched the lips hitch
And heard the Medusan screech?
Hasth thee looked through the hollow eyes
And seen with fright thy dreadful face?
Yours is a horrendous bother
I decode one side, you obfuscate another!
I twist and turn, twist and turn again
Fingers engrossed around your parts, another twist
extirpates the other side! My enthusiasm refuses to wane.
I warp your shifting visage, weave the obliterated wrist,
Only succeeding to dislodge several faces,
I continue defacing your six surfaces…
In my euphoric endeavors to somehow unwind,
The unfathomable thoughts in your wavering mind,
I take manifold cyclical turns, like a brisk walk in fog,
Your complex anonymity refuses to unclog!
My flirtatious advances, don’t inveigle your resolve?
Chances to demystify you, in vain I solve,
I stare at your complacent maze,
you’re smug, with a mystic gaze!
Still in downright disarray
my curiosity, undone by dismay,
You’re unfazed, as you obliviously recline
Further inquests, but you obstinately decline!
I scrupulously ingest your manual again,
And brace for another futile try,
Why am I so smitten, as if to ascertain
If afterward, you’ll still be awry!?
© Maverick Nyambu
It's true.. the girl I really wanted
Was someone more than good to me
She'd be known for all her kindness
To everyone that she would see
She'd encourage friends and family
Support dreams and fight for cause
Be just as beautiful from the inside
Never one to focus on others flaws
Oh, this world has too much drama
At the same time it's starved for love
So if together we're both not better
If we don't fit like a hand in glove
When God's children.. used as pawns
Break my heart and make me cry
But you're obliviously blinded by "selfies"
I think it's time for us to say goodbye
You've got to know when love is over
It's tough, but alone I'll carry on
When lover's souls are not in sync
The treasure of intimacy is gone
You can't live going through motions
I still believe in awe and serendipity
So I have hope for kids at the border
And out there, there's a "you" for me
~Lyric Man
Note: I wanted to make a strong statement about the issue of kids being separated from their parents at the border. I thought I might see if I could shape that in the context of a love relationship altered by this crisis.
Turning tides have no worries, they roll on, obliviously.
In their wake the shifting sands bury secrets, centuries old.
Turning tides recycle sands and cleanse the womb, of Mother Earth.
Where deep crimson waters met the shallow rocks,
Stinging spray from the sea stung her soft green eyes.
She sat, cold on the sand, obliviously -
Looking for something that no longer was there.
"Why do you not come when I call you this night?"
She cried into the wind, howling so soulfully.
"You promised you'd return if I came to this rock:
I was tempted but won over temptation -
I lay my heart at your altar - I am yours."
As the ocean roared she saw an immense wave.
It came to her, beckoning her in its fury, and
A great pyramid rose up out of the sea,
And flames issued from its mouth towards the far shore.
Dumbfounded, she rose and walked towards the giant wave;
It engulfed her in its arms of desire
Holding her secure in its deadly embrace.
The sea wrapped her in the fury of its love, and
The goddess became as one with the deep sea.
I Have A God
Woken up by a mellifluous music never heard before,
Made me wonder, was I in the kingdom of Orpheus ?
Or was it the orchestra of heavenly maidens?
I open'd my eyes after honey'd slumber,
Blind'd by sparkling silver and blazing gold
Of a goldsmiths treasure trove.
I walk'd step by step on the cloudy floor
Feeling the weightlessness of my heavy shoulders.
Much had I been overwrought by mortal burden,
And heaved a sigh at this fanciful world.
Above the lands, above the seas,
Above the mountains had I obliviously reached.
In the realms of dreams I smiled,
And swirled my glittery gown.
The gods had been kind for this Elysian ecstasy
Loud shout'd I my gratitude to the Almighty,
If this be divinity I ask for no more
Before me stood my creator in all his luminosity and spoke,
You call'd me child and I your servant be,
No more pain, no more misery,
No more desire, no more passion shall ever feel.
Your soul in my palm will be, your vesture rested on the ground.
Down look you on earth,the towering inferno has turned you to smithereens.
Your love is here,
And here begin we a life afresh.
He point'd his big finger down, once again.
There on earth your treasures lie,
The fray is on and many will die.
For centuries have they fought and for centuries will they continue,
Your abode be here for all times to come,
Fret not you, for I be here.
Spoke I to God,
A dream this were not, for I am sure.
What treasures do I yearn? What passions do I crave?
What pain? What misery you speak of when I your only audience be?
My raptures the world knows not of,
For too entangled is the diseased world,
Of attachments and detachments.
Much to their envy am I filled with pride,
My journey has not ended,
With you by my side it has just newly begun.
SECOND
Balveen Cheema
November 26, 2015
Contest: I went To Heaven
Sponsor:Laura Urbaniak
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Amidst contortations and grimaces, lucifer laboured.
In two hours and three, the beast was perfect,
Glaring around, he cackled his delight.
"Serpatinus," he spluttered, still cackling
He appeared and in lucifer's hands, fell the snake.
With deceit lurking in his eyes
He fitted it inbetween the beast's thighs
Then opening the gates of hell, he unleashed the beast
For her beauty, many a man did crave
Oblivious that such beauty takes to the grave
She could twist and untwist men
For they were always there begging for her light.
She was generous with her gifts
As they obliviously signed their warrants:
-Death and impotent warrants.
Inbetween her legs, the serpent never rested
There was an incessant invasion of many a *****.
Families never saw light again in the aftermath
As men grew wearied and hibernated without children.
Many had fallen; fallen for lucifer
Watching in amusement, he cackled
While signing their air tickets
Mission accomplished, the beast turns and journeys
From whence it came,
In wait of lucifer's next call to arms.
Presidents, ministers, kings ,nobles and clergies
were those who received the tickets lucifer signed.
They all fell prey in this
Lucifer's incessant destruction
A flower is still in bloom
As the summer exiting soon
And, the sweet smell is tempting
But, soon it will lie down
To give way to a sprouting bud
Then butterflies keep hovering
Of differing beauty of the future
Obliviously, time may have walked so fast
And, the bud reinvigorated
Later to spread out her exotic petals
Flower, you are endowed not abandoned.
BRITISH POLITICS
I did well not to get involved with politics;
I saw through local councillors
With their holiday homes in the Highlands.
I gave New Labour the slip and went canvassing
For the Love Spirit.
Like Big Ben, I looked down on Westminster
Politicians; I wouldn't give them the time of day.
I didn't complain when the Tories
Lost all their seats in Scotland
I didn't take the matter up with the Ombudsman.
I didn't get into a hansom cab with Disraeli,
I passed the House of Commons obliviously.
Like the monarch, I took no part in constitutional affairs.
I didn't read Politics, brothers! I read mystics:
St Theresa of Avalon, St Francis of Assisi;
Wind in trees
Moss on stones
Herbs in pots
I found a writer's hut, a path to the fairy dell;
I have fairy wings I won't give up.
The Fair Ones made me Clairvoyant Laureate for 2003.
I was awarded The Diamond Talisman,
A hidden gem of rare beauty.
Now the Green Party are after me!
I didn't go on the Peace March in Glasgow,
I just pushed through the crowd to Borders bookstore
And had a coffee with Hans Christian Andersen.
I've done well not to go into politics,
I'd only make a fool of it
Like Screaming Lord Sutch;
I dropped a poem into a ballot box once,
A vote for Robert Burns - I did that much!