Best Unobscured Poems


Clone: Formerly Known As Twin

We were born identical
When we were created apart;
In very different wombs.
Now my mind runs to where you hide
Unobscured by camouflage
In the bright dim light of
Morally decade manmade nature.
I was created as spares for you,
But I think, and therefore I cannot
Spare you.
Spent by this affliction I no longer
See with blind crystal clarity,
But instead I begin at this end.
The invalidity of science
Has caused its own creation to
Abandon the method
For the metaphysical instead.
Twin, fear not death,
For when you are found,
You will only die to live.
Used up, you will be spared
From that exhilarating mundane
Life of genetic originality.

Walking On a Frozen Lake

February and its much-vaunted chill
comes down with vengeance, and does what it will,
this lake that in summer jams full with boats
is now frozen over, nothing can float.

Most people stay home at this time of year,
and a whole new set of sportsmen appear,
seeing as I walk, the snowmobile tracks,
patterns in the snow, absent where it lacks.
There are lots of trails in the nearby woods,
lots say the sledding around here is good,
I see them out there, riding towards the sun,
a pack of black wolves, having lots of fun,
still here the hum of engines blaring far off,
I think I’d try it, if not for the cost…

A few yards ahead sit a small shanty,
a man drills the ice so vigorously,
uses a hand-augur, this guy’s old school,
looking to find fish in waters so cool…
he has three lines out, now it’s time to wait,
drink beer with his friends, shoot bull half the day,
hoping to see what his efforts will bring,
only the steadfast go for ice-fishing.

Beyond that are tracks, coyote from the looks
the lake now a highway, free of the woods,
you see where they loped, crossing back and forth,
to field and forest, always seeking more...
more rodents hiding beneath the white snow,
the ice makes it much easier to go.

In the distance a town, by the lakeside
blocks of ice formed in a castle do rise,
cut from this same lake, for the festival,
the kids run around it, so life’s not dull,
and by that rises the toboggan chute,
its outrun is the plain of icy blue,
every year folks go down, sometimes quite far,
then walked back, amazed, by just where they are.

I can understand that, making my trek,
as I walk along, I must crane my neck
to take in the mountains, brilliant and clear,
unobscured because no trees grow out here,
the broad, sweeping vistas that we all love,
for me the feeling of that is enough,
most folks stay inside, but I love to take
long walks out upon a well-frozen lake.

Finding Unobscured Serenity

Finding Unobscured Serenity

Abhorrence fills Earth
Benevolence is here too
Humans find a gripe
Seeking approval of like
Affection endures despite

Conflict upheaval
Simply love outweighs hatred
Purifying those
Desiring true harmony 
With due prudence one must choose

Those who shine their light
They chase back shadows of self
Fake light must be discerned
Don’t mistake the evil light
Kind begets kind by virtue

                                        
							Sunshine Williams


I Miss the Days

I miss the days when we could sit 
And stare at the screen for hours
The only problem wandering  in
Was chores... but that problem wasn’t ours

I miss the days when peace was the baseline
And troubled waters shook rarely and soft
My normal was happy, my people surrounded me
It was hard to ever feel lost.

I miss the days when the world was open
And everything was true
Blissfully unaware I stood and watched the world
I thought I had an unobscured view

I miss the days when my close ones were close 
I knew them and they knew me
But people are gardens where secrets can grow
And unknowingly rot the seeds

I miss the days when I knew who was good
And I felt lucky to be little me
But most every person, myself included 
Woke from their blissful sleep

I miss the days before my eyes rotted
To see what my world has become
Shared morals are trampled and goodness a joke
And painfully I’m not yet numb

I miss the days when I didn’t feel all the heartbreak
Because back then it wasn’t revealed
Everyone watches with glassy eyes
What to me, had been concealed

I miss the days when my issues were shallow
Self consciousness was my only flaw
New feelings arise and I feel paralyzed 
By these things that I never saw

I miss the days of airy sadness
Tears fell but they never did stay
Now deep seated panic seems to sink to my core
From the feelings I wake with every day

I miss the days when I didn’t understand
So many feelings and concepts and phrases
And now I understand them yet I still can’t get through
Walls turned not to roadways, but mazes

I miss the days where I felt ok
And when I didn’t I felt I could share
Now it’s easier to bottle and hide behind a smile
Because no one reads my blank eyed stare

I miss the days where the feelings weren’t lasting 
Where my life could still be fun
But with every new day, the more I pray
To, like you, become numb.

Morning Walk In Spring

Oh man! Just go out and see, nature has created a picturesque scenery. Tree are birthing leaves, fruits and flowers. It is green and colourful. Light breeze is blowing, birds are mating, sun is warm and welcoming. Flowers are dancing to the tune of wind, birds are singing melodic music to woo their mates. Watch exquisitely crafted butterflies fluttering by, observe how they drink nectar from flowers. Bumblebee is busy collecting honey. In trees, squirrels can be seen scampering. Look for nests, small fragile young ones, featherless beauties, mother feeds them with her beak. Watch the changing colours of sun, shimmering noon, unobscured by clouds. Shut down your electronic devices, go out and enjoy.  Collect as many wonderful memories as possible. Life is short, tomorrow uncertain!

dove with worm in beak
sun and moon deck the sky~
jasmine scent fills air

19th March, 2021
Inspired by SpringTime Haibun contest by M.L. Kaiser
Syllable count checked at PS syllables counter
13th position of 22 placement of 35 entries

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pimpernel on my thighs 
eloquence and delectation
conversations with the wise
reveal to me which death i must die.

lily in the valley
bravery passion and determination
whatever has to be done 
is a puzzling bird song

eyes lifted skyward past the sun
sensitive tranquil and confident
imagination manifests the role
your humanity learned to adore 

suspended in the 'not' time
zeal energy and the wish fulfilled
feelings don't get shut down
nor are they the skin of a reticent sound

kissing the pompon undefined 
foregoing forbearing sacrificial
the soul has no power in the self 
until it is recognized by it

sunflowers begin a perfect day
poised energized and glowing
outside is all within
happiness is on the other side of fear

waterlilies basking in the moonlight
resplendent unobscured polished 
dreaming up another dawn
reveals to me which death i must die.


Summer Is Ending Quickly

Those sweaty and uncomfotable days
seem to have lost their intensity,
and glancing far into infinity
can be done with more clarity;
storms are much rarer to stike
and fling their lightinings
to warn us or cause some fright,
when we wish to see a rainbow so bright....

Summer is ending quickly,
but the slowly-moving sail-boats 
aren't anchored in the quite harbor:
they're sailing safely
on calm waters,where no ship 
is ever brought down!
I'm reluctant to leave so suddenly,
and not contemplate the sea-bed 
as flourescent as light,
when I passionately write
another poignant poem
 which won't be lost to oblivion...

Some of us seek only leisure,
I seek a relation with creation...
not doubting who made it
and if controversy intervenes, 
I look deeper into persuasion:
there'll be no thought left
unobscured or unexpressed before intuition;
and you should be amazingly glad to hear...
uttered words that are not silenzed like secrets,
if attribution is not there!   

Summer is ending quickly through dismay...
as blazing days discern their shortness,
but the dazzled and flamboyant swams stare
and tranquilly float soutth-wards of the solemn bay;
what I enjoy now,can be retold or relived
through the poems of other poets,
mine are still waiting to be discovered...
to be claimed without much fanfare!

Moon

I know you
like one knows the crescent moon
obscured by clouds
is luminous
bulbous, and enormous
though some only see
a sliver of you

I know your light
not only when you're unsure
or ambiguous
but at your strongest
most whole
and most unobscured
like a full moon on a clear sky

Unobscured Fortune

To know riches

one must know nothing

After nothing is attained

conform to nothing

And at will you will be freed

to live generously

Without external reliance

on the skeptic’s form of life

Bat Bite


    Stolen from story book disbelief 
    Leather cape swoop, hooks my veins
    Fork prong fangs drink, blood drains
    Bubble in ruby bead eyed thief


    Gurgle as furry gargoyle fills 
    Helicopter hurricane flurry vanishes 
    Clutching my haemorrhage damages
    Explosive throat, dizzying thrills

 
   Attack on this dreaded day, theorise
   Opened as old time, musty pages
   Terror in an unexpected text message 
   Dirty diseased creature in disguise


   Heroic helper - no - unobscured horror 
   Giving me a role in rancid plot 
   Grave digging past reveals rot
   Historic vampiric bombastic bother 




   Haunted Taunted
     Spooks Peek 
    Last of October

Fortress

you climbed the fortress
up trellises of vine
to capture her heart
to hold for all time

the tower a bastion
protected, secured
without hesitation
your vision unobscured

your mission was gallant
the plan was construed
knowing not resistance
from a love that was true

as you scale the tower
you know in your heart
a happy ending was coming
you knew from the start
© Jo Bien  Create an image from this poem.

Leave Electronic Devices Aside - Enjoy Spring

Oh man! Just go out and see 
Nature has created a picturesque symphony

Tree are birthing
leaves 
fruits 
flowers. 
It is green and colourful

Breeze is blowing,
birds are mating,
sun is warm
welcoming

Just shut down your electronic devices
go out 
enjoy
Nature is beautiful 
Joyous

Flowers are dancing to the beat of wind
Birds are singing melodic music to woo their mates
Watch  exclusively designed butterflies fluttering by
Observe how they drink nectar from flowers
Bumblebee is busy collecting honey. 
In trees squirrels can be seen scampering 

Watch out for nests, 
Small fragile young ones
Featherless beauties
Mother feeds them with her beak 

Everything is beautiful
Happy 
Celebrating

Sun is pleasant, 
Walks are exhilarating.
Watch the changing colours of sun and
Shimmering noon
Unobscured by clouds

Just be out
Don’t sit at home.
Nature is at its best for you to enjoy.
Collect as many wonderful memories as possible. 
Life is short
Tomorrow uncertain!

7th March 2021

Still

Still...
Maria Sharon Moemise

Living my life as if there's no tomorrow 
Drying tears flowing in a stream of sorrow 
Pained, yet continuing through force of will
I look for you, in vain. Hoping still...

Your departure from me was unforeseen
I believed in eternity, life unobscured, serene
Then reality struck and life spiraled downhill 
I wished you'd hold on longer , yet still...

It shattered my soul to millions of pieces
Losing you, a sense of my heart decreases
I go on my knees believing it was God's will
That I feel so alone, forsaken, though, still...

I see you smiling at me through  cloudy skies
I hear your voice with the birds at every sunrise
I feel a touch of your love with every raindrop that spills
I know you've gone, and I miss you still


(Dedicated to all I have loved and lost)

Inner Conflict I

For Unseeker Seeker 
Inner Conflict 
Poetry Contest
13 / August / 2022

I instantaneously after reading this
thought this one has got my name 
all over it and is just for mr

The best and only possible way I could
try to explain how my inner conflict
manifests itself to me is this

Imagine if you will my life as a out of
control runaway train with no driver
at the helm about to crash 

Then I am the only passenger sat on
the roof in the best seat in the house
with a totally unobscured view strapped 
firmly in

So I get a bird's eye view of the disaster
that is about to enfold

And all I can do is hope and pray it
comes quickly and puts an end to
the endless swirling butterflies and
sleepless night's

Of the conflict I toil with most of all
the possible damage I may be doing
and am inadvertently placing on other's

Wishing willing wanting only to help me
yet cannot help or are no help at all

first impression

“To see, we must forget the name of the things we are looking at”
- Quote by Claude Monet

* after 'Impression, soleil levant', painting by Claude Monet
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visible outdoors
to show the seen

blending smooth
colors, tones, light

shadows follow
reflecting angles

smoke rises
unobscured

beating hearts
wade used

brush strokes
mirrors mind

high orange
floats in water

fleeting calmness
holds gaze

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