Best Obtrusive Poems
I guess I’m more accustomed to the modern sting these days;
the one that comes by e-mail or the phone.
They might hurt the pocket with the modern scamming ways -
but Mother Nature’s stings bite to the bone.
I’m talking ‘bout a paper wasp,
or the angriest of bull-ant;
perhaps a hornet or a bee,
and that Queensland stinging plant.
I could be in the scrub casting out a fishing line,
or relaxed while I stand beside a tree
without a thought, but ignorant to a home that isn’t mine,
and its residents who start attacking me.
I’m talking ‘bout assertive spiders;
that little blighter jumping jack.
Damn mosquitoes and march flies,
and scorpions sometimes attack.
It may be every few years, but there does come a time,
when backyards need a bit of cleaning out,
so there will be disturbance that is not a pantomime,
and lackadaisical is not what it’s about.
I’m talking ‘bout stinging nettle,
or prickly pear annoying hairs.
The European Wasp and chiggers,
and white-tail spider toxin scares.
When fishing in an estuary; the beach or in a bay,
you never know what bounty it can bring.
You’ll always have a fighting fish trying to get away,
and some of them can give a nasty sting.
I’m talking ‘bout butterfly gurnard;
the torture of a sand flathead spike.
Feeling of pain after sunset,
and a victim when biting midges strike.
Some might be quite obtrusive - and some a fine-looking thing,
but they all come with a warning - I’m talking ‘bout the sting.
Categories:
obtrusive, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
I am alone but never lonely in the night.
Dusk beckons from the garden. Oh, night, sweet night of mine!
My bruises fade into the ebony sky, camouflaged in twilight...
Hideous scars are obtrusive in daylight.
I shun the blinding sun. I despise the white, hot spotlight.
Under clear azure skies, where can I hide? Night shelters from all
I am and all I can never be. Yes, you understand me...
The darkness is a quilt sewn by God's own hands.
My security blanket, a comfort falling from grace.
Jasmine explodes as I stroll through the misty air of night.
I walk in solitude and dine on the celestial confections
in the delight of wakening blooms. I dance
through their showering reflections. I am queen of the imperial sky!
I reach for the glass slipper drifting nigh. Yes, you know me...
Velvet robes cascade over my bare skin like mountain streams.
Gentle hands stroke the nape of my neck, the feeling familiar
yet thrilling. I am alive and reborn in starlight!
Moonshadows play peek-a-boo like mischievous children.
My playmates, do not abandon me. Your laughter is my serenity.
Crickets serenade from swaying grasses. I am uninhibited under their spell.
The winds drape me in their tender silence, never loosening their grasp
in my dreams of contentment. Yes, you feel me...
I am parched...Oh night, you quench my thirst with your succulent nectar!
On the cusp of midnight, the ripening fruit clings to the vine.
I taste the exotic fruit, a glorious surprise!
I run wild from daybreak, my desire cannot be tamed.
My thoughts cannot be coerced or contained.
I am free under the twinkling, watchful eyes of the sky. Yes, you see me...
The night bursts forth invading my soul as I bathe,
drenched in blossoming jasmine. If I am dreaming, never wake me from
my starry night to plummet to a waiting reality,
a reality I may never know, never understand.
Categories:
obtrusive, allegory, fantasy, me, night,
Form:
Free verse
Pancake Batter Bessie
She makes flapjacks so fine
Avoiding corn syrup
With Tabasco, liver and onions sublime.
We try to stop her
But she is obtrusive and a ghost
Where we make our own batter
We hide it with our toast.
For Bessie will take that batter
And add extra stuff galore.
Peanut butter and sausage
Corn, pickles, oranges and more.
Bessie empties our pantries in the middle of the night
And grills up inventive pancakes that fill every counter in sight.
Our mother has asked her to stay out of her kitchen.
Pancake Batter Bessy’s creative juices can’t for they are always itch’n.
Categories:
obtrusive, 4th grade, 5th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
TODAY’S WOMAN
A column can scaffold a back that is enervated.
We as women will burden ourselves with hate.
That is we will take on another’s disintegration.
All in that business is a mess.
It becomes our plight to fix.
We sing our songs while we take on the world.
We continue to overwhelm ourselves.
When we know anything, we have achieved success.
This is a formidable woman’s road map.
The lines she follows gets her there.
Intense in thought and with mind involved she forms the stratagem.
Her purpose is to inform the world.
Her future is, therefore, passed on to next baby girl.
Imminence is still yet to come.
Unless the world is in a formation discovery, we are backward spiraling.
The diffident disguises our lack of unity.
How obtrusive we are.
A conspiracy is inferred.
Reticent is unreserved.
We are a political powerhouse that must be robust.
We as women are the conditions of our home front.
We must disallow polluted waters from the wounds that bleed.
We must not be garrulous in our activism.
Cagey old women we will become.
When there is a reason, we must step-to-the-cause,
Insofar as our souls and spirit are intertwined,
As we segment, we can inspire all women to intermingle for support of universal health where women help each other to move forward.
For those aforementioned, our draft has been self-possessed.
We are women of potential acclimatization to invigorate, innovate, and to inform.
We are tomorrow and the future forthcoming.
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Penned June 07, 2015!
Categories:
obtrusive, gender, inspiration, moving on,
Form:
Free verse
Corruption and Covid 19 both a virus raiding our planet,
Only socialism works as in Finland in Scandinavia,
Realistically corruption has bankrupted countries, quad tripled poverty
Ruined our God given bountiful earth, brought it to its knees
Utopia that is just a mere word no country has it,
Perhaps Iran and America will go to war and we get caught in the middle,
This corruption has become insane, Russians itching to do the same,
Integration of all colours creeds and nations essential, poor and wealthy alike
Only severe repercussions will result if we don’t take action now,
Nothing seems to erase this filthy greed which has become so obtrusive.
Entering Competition: Any Acrostic Poem
Sponsor : Line Gauthier
Date 013/04/2021
Categories:
obtrusive, corruption,
Form:
Acrostic
Life means I can talk to my friends and others,
When the untravelled sea fills with brothers,
Pleasure rushes the uninhabited areas we just don't sail,
And when we semiotically emit our meaning, we will prevail;
Freedom rings with resonance resounding and pervasive,
No need for more traditional others to be abrasive,
No bears or wolves, no chides, jibes, and no probes obtrusive,
Your identity is your construct, your speech is conclusive.
And my books! Alas my books. They proffer so such contentment,
A breadth of knowledge with no suggestions delinquent,
Nor are there any accusers to accost,
My mind and spirit which upon some can be lost,
Possibilities endless, bringing depth of character,
They glint and glide, swimming in grammar;
Multiple amounts of information councel my hesitation,
Brimming particulars restrain inhibition.
But oh my computer: How elegant is she!
Believing in my easy registrations as well as my errors to be;
Such possibilities, moulded so neatly into my space,
Without the communal glare of uniformity’s trace;
Personalised desktop, memory and input method,
It accepts me unquestioned with no staff or flogging rod;
I program to set the user interface alight,
With the functionality and procedures of the user’s plight.
However, I can also give myself my own system,
Personal software from my own inclination;
Knowing some designers do not have in hand,
The shortcuts that only I seem to understand;
A software engineer’s god complex should not surface,
The digital space is a privilege to influence, place;
I love determining the screen and its sounds,
Where freedom of knowledge and data abound.
But the gift of poetry delights and ignites,
Hurtful regressions lull in its sight;
Its credibility only ever stoops to concede,
That only your introversion may expression impede;
Language caressed, dignity nursed,
You never need to be at all reimbursed;
Its haters are silent for fear of rebuke,
As truth, imagination and love are its hook.
Categories:
obtrusive, books, computer, friendship, people,
Form:
Heroic Couplet
His lips pressed on mine,
assessing me with his tongue-
Truly obtrusive.
Categories:
obtrusive, kiss, love,
Form:
Haiku
A few Minutes, a few hours, in just a few days;
You have beguiled me with your wisdom and your astute ways.
I get absorbed in these feelings, basking in your glow.
You ease my solicitous mind with your amatory flow.
Curiosity is blazing with the questions I posses.
The wonder of your breath on me, and your vehement caress.
The distance bears no mercy, when I'm longing for your embrace.
You have altruistic tendencies, I see it in your face.
The addiction of your presence, shows no clemency to my mind.
Searching for solace, in your eyes; I hope to find.
The future is unforeseen, yet rushed by all this obtrusive time.
Making each moment so valued, making each moment mine.
Categories:
obtrusive, love, longing,
Form:
Rhyme
The trees flicker past her eyes through the tinted windows of the bus.
She leans back her head and lets it rest on the seat.
The obtrusive sounds of fellow school students are enough to make her mad,
But the sunshine softly kisses her cheeks, making her glow,
Comforting her and taking her deeper into thought.
Categories:
obtrusive, dream, freedom, happiness, peace,
Form:
Free verse
“The inner beacon flashes in the tempestuous ocean as
the escort in the divine course to the final destination” – By Poet
An ancient mariner in the ocean called life,
I am sailing solemnly seemingly for ages
in the limitless luminosity of the sunshine,
and in the drifting course where trying tempest rages.
On the sapphire swells of the swaying waves,
rising to the sky and falling to the trough low,
my senile boat pitches, and I struggle hard
to keep on sailing, the voyage is veritably slow.
The film of the moonless night falls silently
on the tossing surface of the ebony ocean.
As the skyline subsides with hope in the dark horizon,
what lies in obtrusive obscurity I’ve no notion.
I’ve promised the ocean I’ll reach the shore yonder,
I need to sail to the end of my time and far.
Forlorn in the unknown ocean losing the bearing,
I search for the omnipresent pole star.
I discover in the end the guiding beacon
of the divine light hidden within me.
Tracing the destined course to the final destination,
its flash I’ve been relentlessly striving so long to see.
The wind on the sagging sail is sluggish,
with its driving draft drained, it can no longer blow.
Before the boat becomes motionless,
to the land of promise I must go.
Waiting for me at the fated fringe of my time,
is the eternal realm of the heavenly shore.
I don’t know why even now
in the tormenting ocean I am for.
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March 25, 2023
Word chosen : Ocean
Contest : Word Challenge - "O" Words
Sponsored by : Constance La France
Categories:
obtrusive, analogy, life, metaphor, ocean,
Form:
Rhyme
Dad your so insensitive
You need to stop and let me live
Not controlling me anymore
Or I'll sneak right out the door
Never returning in your life
Soon I will be someone's wife
So don't treat me like a child
Your attitude needs to be mild
Not obtrusive, mean or strong
Or it wont be very long
Till I can not handle it
Something in me he has lit
A bond is forming that 's not weak
My womanhood is on the peak
So let me go with happy tears
You've fathered me throughout the years
Now I need to fly alone
Your baby girl has finally grown
Wanting a new life and story
Your guidance led me to glory
Finding the man of my dreams
Impossible as it might seem
There's nothing to hold me back
Your little girl will never lack
Love, I will have lots and lots
From my daddy and sweetheart
Categories:
obtrusive, dad, daughter, life, love,
Form:
Rhyme
I never challenged the obtrusive skies
Nor destituted the benevolent earth
With tender warmth I sensed the whole
When each stone became endeared to soul.
Held voices in many hands
Sang with the birds in branched trees
Wielded the weapon of poesy pivoted
Against enslavement of spirit for free.
Held garlanded emotions in fingers
Explored only could but a few
Imbued with rattlings of centred self
Tenemented by saddlings of new
Clasping forces drenched in dance
Lighting mirths in a universe of chance.
Categories:
obtrusive, passion
Form:
Lyric
LE TRE SORELLE
My favorite spot in Italy, and perhaps anywhere, was Ristorante Le Tre Sorelle
in Positano. It was at the bottom of at least a hundred stone steps, just on
the right, and right on the beach. A hundred steps seemed like ten, with
delights for the senses on every step. Chic bikini shops with tan young clients,
tiny pastry shops, ice cream vendors, mini-galleries, and lone musicians, all
bathed in the soft bright sunlight of the Amalfi Coast.
Le Tre Sorelle had affordable pasta and a priceless view. Between
checkered tables and cobalt sea marched the ancient beauty of humanity in
every form and state.
Over espresso, we created names for people in this parade, to suit our
fancy. “There is Mr. and Mrs. Cold Obtrusive boring Mr. and Mrs. Kind
Receptive.”, we might say, or, “There is Mr. Old Fat Rich failing to interest
Miss poor Young Georgeous.” Sometimes we would separate our unwitting
victims into “should wear bikini”, “maybe should”, and “never should”
classes. We made up other rude categories depending on how much wine
we could afford with the affordable pasta.
The challenge of youth in Positano was to find a place to sleep for free.
Step one in this quest was to find a pretty girl who also had a hotel room. Step
two was to persuade her to share it. Step three was to sleep on the beach.
But the beach was duly patrolled by the Beach Patrol. So the trick was
to dance in the last-open disco until everyone, including the Beach Patrol,
were too tired to care. Then with luck, we could borrow some fisherman’s
boat cover for the night, until the fisherman went fishing. Still, this meant
one or two good hours of sleep.
Besides, at sunrise, we could swim in the sea and chill ourselves awake, just
long enough for the first espresso of another beautiful day, at Le Tre Sorelle.
In spite of youthful nonsense, the crushing beauty of Amalfi, both human
and stone, pressed it’s lovely wisdom deep inside our souls.
Categories:
obtrusive, nostalgia, beauty, sea, beach,
Form:
Narrative
As I was about to enter the frontier of a forest
I was greeted by a Bunyan tree at the very entrance
It started talking to me in a language audible
That could be wisely deciphered as follows;
“I am a Bunyan tree, full of magic and grace
Nestling among smaller trees in our forest kingdom
From a tiny seed dropped by a bird, I grew
Into immeasurable size with a verdant crown
Now a vast territory is under my domain
I stretch and swing my arms all around
Support my body on a hundred legs
That no storm or gale can uproot me
My leafy arms are curved to the ground
Forming a maze of arches and tangy knots
With an enigmatic darkness hovering
Where birds roost and squirrels run about
When I bear fruits, the feathered folks come in flocks
Green parrots, bulbuls, mynas and crows
Squabbling with each other for my scarlet gems
Leaving me noisy with their mad crescendo
I proudly host these denizens of land and air
Never resisting their obtrusive invasion
I offer them shade and shelter, making them joyful
As they hop about and romance among my branches
I never set any boundaries as I find joy
In exploring and conquering
And into newer and newer realms, I move
With none hindering my encroachment
Sad, when we are grown, men hack us and cut us down
Now my only prayer is that no axe should fall on us
As we trees supply tons of oxygen for man and beast
And without us, life never can thrive or flourish”
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Placed Second
May.19. 2022
Wisdom From Trees Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Categories:
obtrusive, environment, friendship, tree, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
Parasites, these
unremembered memories
unbidden guests
made themselves at home
within my breast
And suckled in silence
‘til lifeblood waned
vitality drained
only traces remain
of who I was
Now I have become
an ungracious host
shadowy ghost
in a hollow shell
with nothing to feed
these guests’ great need
Odd sensation of wriggling
I feel them digging
their way out of my skin
as alarmed I view
their fight for survival
breaking through
Parasites, these
obtrusive memories
no longer silent
swollen full of violent
past imagery
painful to see
(NOTE: This is NOT a new write- I actually wrote this in 2015, but I thought it might give someone else an idea for the "Remembering What You Want To Forget" Poetry Contest)...
Categories:
obtrusive, abuse, anxiety, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Free verse