Best Ostensibly Poems

I start my afternoon hike up a mountain trail.
October’s sunlight, the vestige of Indian Summer,
dapples my exposed skin with welcomed warmth.
Sun’s rays are gilded tendrils cutting through pines
whose needles’ sweet scent
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A grey frame house and backyard swing
call out to me
from somewhere buried deep in time -
a memory.

A river front and 60’s band
are beckoning -
symbols of beginnings of
my reckonings.

Ostensibly,
I cannot travel back in time,
or I would be
there dancing, not making rhyme.

Oh, can it be
the parks and...

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A sigh escapes still, immune to overt silence, unabashed...justified
Another teardrop enters the infinite pool of resilience, uplifting...reinforcing
   Another hand empathizes--
          touching, impulsively putting one's heart unto wounds, alleviating pain
    enfolding memories...

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Lovely blossoms of bougainvillea
Under a moonlight serenade 
Ostensibly I contemplate the root
Of the affinity drawing me to you
Abiding fighter and bounteous lover
Rendering your essence freely
For the love of the gift
Candid without a care
Asking for less than nothing really
A few drops of water enough for sustenance
You...

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Aimlessly walking across the wasteland 
of your mind,
you pick through the emotional trash 
with random intensity
	Crushed bottles of plastic thoughts;
half drank, half spilled on dozens of bridal dresses
					Crushed cans of metal demands;
hard lemonade speeches, soft wine cooler caresses
And betrothed napkins 
		blow away in the wind
Rusted...

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‘Turn swords into ploughshares and nightmares to dreams’
		
                I have not one plough and no shares in the market

		Insomnia has taken over my nights the rest is illusion

		Ambitions are exhausted...

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My mind cannot erase the memory of Emmett Till
I often dream about his badly-mutilated body –
The fourteen-year-old Black lad mercilessly beaten
To death … for ostensibly flirting with a white woman.
A victim of the era in which he lived, he was lynched,
But the men who killed...

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Onto peaks the setting sun has splashed its brilliant red.
Clouds cavort in the twilight's cerise as geese soar overhead.
Trees along the mountains’ ridges, trembling in the breeze,
Ostensibly flaunt leaves bright scarlet, tangerine and gold.
Beautiful and bedazzling, and the mundane now flees.
Eventide’s extravaganza, such bliss to...

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SHE DRIVES ME UP THE WALL

She drives me up the wall like a slave-driver
O yes, she does ! but even though she may wield 
the rod in her hand ever so threateningly at me 
At the slightest suspicion of insubordination, 
Leaving me cowering with fear,...

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Standing high atop a canyon
wall, a  rising, thermal current
warmed my weathered face with gentle,
smoothest, invisible fingers.
Overhead a lone eagle glides
effortlessly, circling, dipping
downward, ostensibly playing.
His iterate screeching echoes
loudly through the narrow chasm.
Genuine freedom on the wing
but unaware how free he is;
and I who deems to...

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I wrote a sad but true urban legend called “Dillen and the DMV” last week.
Here follows an update.

Background Review:

One of my health care employees, Dillen, has wicked ADD, borderline intelligence, not qualifying for disability supports, which are few 
and those few minimal at best anyway,...

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A four piece string ensemble competes
with fluted crystal glasses harmonizing
to the tinkling of fine silverware
underpinned by the purring whispers 
of well-to-do's and their hobnobbery.

Buttery lobster and rib-eyed supper in
opulent gravies and exotic spices;
cornucopia fruits on sterling platters
all floating about the ballroom on
white gloved tuxedos.

There’s a...

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Nothing to hide*, Translation of a poem: “A coeur ouvert” by (René) Etiemble

		For Jeannine

(Later in life, Etiemble suppressed his first name, ostensibly on account of the accented “é”
 ending his first name and preceding the accented “é” of his surname. The poem is dedicated
 to...

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Denied 





With early sunset, the heart descends,
veils of dusk and inconstant eyes,
Set to return home, but one last flight,
as darkness tears and stains vibrant vibes,
My denied emotions ostensibly pretend.





Written Oct 27th, 2015
© Dr. Upma A. Sharma 
Contest- any sad poem

Awarded 2nd place win


Sponsor- broken wings...

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a Pondering Moment
in the sensual hours of day...or night
can horrendously ache the mind

for every passing thought
leaves a sense of humane torment…or delight
they can ostensibly liquefy the heart

a split second of silence leads us back to the days
that we love so very much…or hate
and oh! how...

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