Best Obverse Poems
It’s called a Blitz
It’s more like ****
**** on the feel of it
**** on those gone before
Before when readers were respected
Before some tortured verse unnecessarily
Unnecessarily complicated composition
Unnecessarily nurtures the arbitrary
Arbitrary in its construction
Arbitrary in direction
Direction Now there’s a laugh its
Direction is but aimless wandering
wandering here to sniff at lamppost
wandering there to check out other scents
Scents not sense the random aromas
Scents upon the wayward verse
Verse I scoff it’s more like adverse
Verse or obverse it is an insult
Insult to all who seek out poetry
Insult to the very masters
Masters little in way of imagery
Masters few if any devices
Devices which make a poem a poem
Devices poets helped develop
Develop then sweet assonance
Develop an onomatopoeic smash
Smash this form and all its sill repetitions
Smash and use for ammunition
Ammunition Yes wordy ordinance
Ammunition for the worthy form
Form a theme which is coherent
Form thoughts not lines blindly adherent
Adherent to aberrant mathematics
Adherent to last word second line
Line up line up for revolution
Line up against this monstrous construct
Construct of weary would-be wordsmith
Construct of an idle mind
Mind the child that is the poem
Mind your head on low-set bar
Bar this nonsense from your consciousness
Bar this form from any gathering
Gathering dust it should remain
Gathering no moss as it rolls its distance
Distance yourself from this word pretzel
Distance is its charming feature
Feature nothing which at our art chips
Feature not this confused bull
Bull…
Chips…
Written: September 25, 2023
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In the depth of night, we gathered as one,
With eyes akin to a tiger, fierce and undone
The night itself, a canvas, poetry unbound,
Diction, akin to skyscrapers, soar as sound.
The moon and stars danced in verse.
A cosmos in every window spells obverse.
We gazed in awe at the grandeur we wove.
A suburb of the lexicon, a testament to love
Some of us were clad in cold-weather gear.
Others have palms and hearts full of cheer.
But, in a stupor, we all wore thrilled cloaks.
Words painted universes with each stroke.
Where are you, poets of the seas and air?
A word may soar hills and dive with no care.
I'll cherish them close to my delicate heart.
Endure in the city of words; never depart.
In the depth of the night, we saw your light.
A beacon of verity, blazing ever so bright.
Together, we gathered, souls entwined high.
Bound by the power of words, we decry.
You, poets of oceans, of the untamed,
Verses are akin to waves, ever unchained.
In the quiet night, we still hear your voice.
Echoing through the depth, giving us choice.
I'll dwell in your spoken city of dreams.
Here stories are told, and the heart gleams.
I decry peace and comfort in your poetry.
A wonderful escape, yet a haven of flattery
As long as I breathe, words I'll embrace,
In this heavenly glamor, a timeless space
In the depth of night, we gathered as one.
I was enthralled by the mysteries you spun.
You captivated us with your ferocious gaze.
At the same moment, everything was ablaze.
Our poetry reached skyscraper-like highs.
Seeking to reach for the stars in dark skies.
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Oh darling ! Without you oh dear !
The day nights over again now.
This spring morn rains with Autumn's tear.
Oh dear ! What a change I don't know !
I stared you though you simply looked,
You asked a hand , yet I gave two,
I was oil when you brightly blazed -
You had been obstinate : I know.
I had no obverse to rue at.
Obverse ? WAIT ! Yes obverse I had -
From years to years , morn till late
I had run for you - wild and mad.
Forgetting to love myself deep
Is that change, obverse , you keep.
OBVERSE
This is undeniable
Antithesis of my heart.
You are detrimental,
undenounced with the consequential
and spoiled within the frozen.
A warfare of dichotomy from the start.
All plans foiled,
all paths pre-chosen.
Ovulate in precession with the moon
This taste left begs the question
When is it cowardice to assume?
All assumption requires is ignorance.
But even the ignorant
Aren’t all too stupid, too soon.
Even the blind can envision
The message spelled out in the runes.
Prophets and fortune tellers
Cowards and idiots,
It’s fair to assume.
Fruit
of
the Earth.
Fruit on the tree,
strong connection at the stem
Retain a yearning,
The buffet that nature is
We dwell not to think that nothing doth feed upon dust,
Yet the rocks nourish the wind
Who feed so slowly— its like the obverse of light speed,
As it picks apart form,
to form sand,
Like that in man’s made hourglass measuring time,
And we may measure time by suns overhead or moons under feet,
And you are eternally exhumed to once feed the living, once you are dead,
But you never die,
The crisp rigid bones, the soft flesh,
Rigid
Soft
Again,
To be exhumed,
The perfume you create for flexing nostrils
Short moon-cycled vibrant creatures yearning to resurrect the energy Nature’s sun has stored in you.
What's gotten into your path
What results do you show from its aftermath?
What product incites your euphoric state
What draws you to unheralded whims of ecstasy?
What can relate? Or instead what can equate?
What stems the tide of common decency
What quells the accusations of degenerate
What keeps your mind transcendent
What substance renders you unrepentant
What spark you ignite, what makes you inflate
What consciously pumps up your heart-rate?
What stands as your victory, yet seals your fate
What formulates your inconspicuous move
What serves as the template for your audacious groove
What obstructive passion drains obverse desire
What coincidental consequences lay dire?
What drowns you in mire? What burns you like fire?
What's keeping you compatibly senseless and wired?
What gives you a motivational pull to insane,
What's screaming resistance, albeit in vain?
What's your fix?
Demons of old to toil and tither,
Moil of mine to wine and hemal,
Of thee comes brood and beast,
Whence a nite of tongues and chattering teeth.
Forth slips shimmers of golden rims and grims which greet,
Sips from glorious goblets enchant fabolous feast,
Jests, knaves, et alii figures beguile and bid,
'Twas de hour for not more frivolous guile and fickleness.
Out of oubliette a glim of light so lithe,
Moon of mist now found by life and gift,
For inside one's hide was sight of rimous rig,
Minions of humour bridle toward obverse Omid,
Womb of prime reveal that which is vile and uncouth,
Smile upon me thy glorious chime of pride and proof,
Mind of mine shine on what is trial and new,
Liberty of every, carry me to your shrine of truth.
I’m blowing on you, pretty dandelion
Making a wish with every breathe
Pity your life is really short, then death.
I Blow on you again soft dandelion
As I watch a breath taking sunset,
The sun slipping quickly away, unreal,
The golden atmosphere surrounding us
Looks like a fairy tale, magical, surreal
Blowing again, but fear your end
As your sensuous feathery fluff
Will soon disperse,
Your beauty of downy tufts
Lasts for but a while,
And then becomes obverse.
Mesmerized I blow once more,
You float away, could you be shy,
Or maybe sad, for soon you’ll die
I blow, your soft fluff, it floats up high
Such a shame you’ll, be no more,
For your seeds and tufts are nearly gone
To your bare and centre core.
Although known as a mere weed,
Your heritage is the daisy flower
Your destiny, to spread your seed.
Far and wide you will travel dear friend,
The joy you’ll give is huge,
Although Henry, our Great Dane
Our almost human pooch,
Followed you far too close
And got your seedy fluff inside his nose,
He sniffs and incessantly wheezes
Have to take him to the vet,
As he can’t control, his sneezes!
OBVIOUSLY
Obviously, the people who lived contemporary with dinosaurs were intelligent,
and the footprints indicate that they were quite human as the large toe on
primates is located closer to the heel to facilitate clinging to branches.
Doctor Hilton Hinderliter of Apollo Campus, Pennsylvania State University,
studied the evidence presented at the Glen Rose, Texas, excavations and
stated: "I would have to say that the belief in evolution is in a state of terminal
illness but its death will only be admitted by a new generation of scientists
whose minds have not been prejudiced by the type of education now prevalent in
the nation's public schools, an education which starts with the belief that
evolution has happened, which interprets all evidence according to that faith and
which simply discards any evidence which cannot be fitted into the evolutionary
framework' (Quoted with permission from Dinosaurs by Dr. Carl E. Baugh, 1987.
Promise Publishing Co., Orange, CA92667).
CHARLAX version
Obviously these primates
Are alcoholics because of the curvature of the toes the toes of a winoe curl up in
his cowboy boots until his leather boots won't walk him anywhere this
phenomenon is noted in the OVID manual as the winoe toe a rare medical
condition known as poor old man syndrome. Some rare versions have been
reported on the reservation as the Listerine syndrome this is because the
Indians cannot use real alcohol as it costs real money so they shoplift large
bottles of Listerine to get the WAMPUM going the winoes however have a
problem getting money for more wine and so they panhandle it this is called
panhandling.
IN Better neighborhoods there is theft this is called stealing and it's done by
everyone that drinks this is called alcoholism it is a very bad and strang disease.
Thank you Doctor Hilton Hinderliter for all your obverse reactionary
observations.
This is a recorded message recorded by the CharlaX one. This has been a
recording.
ARCHIVE 777.
The_Poet_Republic
This is the container that holds the Mass that drives and steers the intellect
Playing our instrumental sense organs using the matter and the mouth to
amplify
Our mental and emotional controls with level poise
Always recognizing the natural aptitude for talent in Us and on Out
Constructively leveling a gauge for respect of all mentality with its qualities
Id lets the wisest prevail when pluralizing an obverse observation
By being either end whose two ends need not be distinguished
Large charge being in charge of the division of plant and animal
Topping the oval part of a printed musical note and the beginning of beer
Or a striking part of a weaponless tool, or a stool in the bowel of a ship
Just winning by a length of it gives place of leadership, honor, or command
While culminating the point of breaking abscess or magnetic transducer
indulgence
Devotee to substance or groan on the bone
Off ones, over ones, out of ones—crazy, don’t get it, delirious
But bringing something to it finalizes and makes one realize two are better than
one
And a source of psychic energy derived from instinctual needs and drives
Hed, hEafod houbit, caput with an ache
Hed, hEafod houbit, caput for goodness sake
Hed, hEafod houbit, caput the only brake
Hed, hEafod houbit, caput we give a shake
To drive this Mass of intellect.
I don’t need a feed of pomp or a creed of fanfare to progress
Cos my God rains treasure trains
Teeming with blessings and fertile feelings to address the plight and stress
That threaten in tens to smuggle into my serenity pesky pains
I detest as weakness in my knees lurks in the background
Severing thoughts and initiatives I design
With much passion, dedication and diligence to break new ground
Despite hurdles and obstacles to which never will I consign
My future and culture in any era
I traverse to converse with the obverse of the coin
God granted me long before I stepped into any fora
Where by design God orders I join
Kindred souls to advance humankind’s goals
In the pursuit of the suit of fulfillment
Despite my stumbles, brambles, catcalls, walls and falls
As God paves the way clear to ensure the annulment
Hostile tiles and piles suffer
Solstice and malice face
Goodwill and guidance prefer
Wealth and health race
Into my life where God pours blessings
Whether I deserve them or not
As my dedicated white dove sings
Whether the temperature of fate blows cold, tepid or hot.
Preponderance of dimensions perplexes with bliss string fervor
Lake mine previous
(stream of consciousness
imponderable) poetic efforts,
sans spiritus mundi, converse
sing a boot unfamiliar thread,
and ignored common
sense ne'er re: hearse
sing, asper William Butler Yeats,
aye went off deep end, perhaps
provoked at least une nurse
sis sear re: literary unlicensed violation,
and additionally one emphatic curse,
where mine poe whet
tick feet did immerse
for the methamphetamine time acid,
(I said to myself), why traverse
pointlessly imagining something worse
tread about, i.e. say...tripping
along head over heels, yet
nagging notion would not disperse
venturing blithely writing
plunging into terra incognita parallel
universe a "multiverse"
herewith also Ark
chew woolly Noah intent
for yours truly to drown while purse
sue wing abstract notion,
viz domain of science fiction,
never intermittently intersperse
sing following lines with "HELP, I need
somebody...", nor deliberately submerge
readers within a mini sea course
of confusion, but I feel confounded
gripped, lured...and will gladly reimburse,
should delving over my head diverse
if eyeing breadth, length, scope...
beyond realm of mom and pop verse
a tile theoretical physicists,
who casually identify ten dimensions
— eleven including time, nor averse
slithering thru worm holes
such more'n flight of fancy seems perverse,
whereat numberless whirled
wide webs presents obverse
to accepted paradigm reverse
sing scientific tenets describing
quarks, plus portal bellow much
room (See Alice in Wonderland) disperse
sing notions, where exodus
down the rabbit hole
into alternate self contained
separate cosmological infinitesimal channels
far more exciting than reality television!
The revolution will come bit-by-bit
freedoms for securities, a stock split
The revolution will not be streamed
things aren't always what they seem
The revolution will occur in silent din
future different from what has been
The revolution will certainly be cloned
both rich and poor will be bemoaned
The revolution will not be boxed
change refuses to be outfoxed
The revolution will make us worse
and better too - our coin's obverse
The revolution will not be painless at all
but a deep gut pain in abdominal wall
The revolution will be bloody and clean
when we're overtaken by our infernal machine
The revolution will be from inside out
'cause that's what revolution is all about
The revolution will be beyond comprehension
when people point out, a point of contention
The revolution will not be equal for all
many will rise, as, many will fall
The revolution will not be streamed
The revolution will not be Tubed
The revolution will not be Twittered
The revolution will not be podcast
The revolution will - 'til next revolution - last
The revolution will be, in the long run, forgiving
The revolution will be -- in our living
The revolution will begin - and be, in you
© Goode Guy 2013-03-09
http://www.gilscottheron.com/lyrevol.html
Guilt...!
Guilt rides,
on the chariot of truth
and how long can it go forth?
It obscures the facts
and obliterates the figures and
peps-up and cooks it's own broth!
It feels so heavy,
wears out the only one who is privy
and it is one's own knot to the naught!
On the obverse of the day,
when you join the fray,
be assured it gouges out your heart!
It holds on to the rein,
in attempts so vain,
yet it completely mauls one's sleep!
Thereon the day that dawn,
there is only groan and moan,
as it weighs you down only to make you weep!
Stave off this sorrow,
nay wait for the morrow,
there is an easy way out if you scout!
Heaven is here to rejoice
and so is hell too as a choice,
It is left to us to find the route out to rout.