Best Unobstructed Poems
Last time it rained was in April.
It did not rain that much,
but it was enough to dirty everywhere.
You see, it was a south easterly wind
and the clouds arrived laden with sand from the north African desert.
That was nearly five months ago, and the farmers are already up in arms,
bemoaning lack of water as they till the arid soil.
dust flies in the air
the sun blazes overhead
sweat drips profusely
Prayers have not gone unanswered!
Dark clouds creep from behind the hills
fast multiplying, ominously, obliterating the blue.
The calm hot air is ruffled by a timid breeze which soon turns
to gusty wind. A sudden horizontal flash followed by drawling thunder
precedes a few big drops of rain which testily hit the ground.
increase of tempo
deafening cymbals clash
erupting deluge
Water gathers then flows steadily down the streets;
thirsty fields drink greedily; trees bathe in delight, relishing
heaven’s kiss of life on their moribund leaves, roots breathing in relief.
Then, worn out, the wind slowly abates; so do the thunder and the rain.
The clouds shyly disperse, permitting an unobstructed view of the sky above.
Satiated, the sundrenched land savours the afterglow.
sensual appeal
petrichor emanation
veins pleasantly throb
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Contest: Rain Rain Come My Way
Sponsor: binibining P.iNk
8th June 2016
"Major Love"
My dear Major Love,
are You following me yet?
all the sunrising storms read?
soliloquys too many to mention
my very brave Major Love
You’ll find me yet
tomorrow
is never too late
in this dreamscape
it won’t be the Love
that everyone suspects
it commenced inside and yet
You made it out two weeks late
are You following me yet?
Footprints left
oh so very left, yet You
are right, so very very right
it's all very
black and white
messy and neat
romance of a lifetime
my brave Major Love
yet, somehow I know You
this You know alone,
You feel incomplete
dear Major Love
You’ll find me yet
lost in the crowd of
any leftfield audience
their better minds in hand
do not fit this catcher’s mit
that is a fact, You can be certain
of that, my brave Major Love
but You, my dear Major Love
1st base, 2nd, and 3rd
always watched, as if an eyeball
in the sky hovers over You
holds You
fast and intent
watching for all
the home runs you have spent
I am not in the bleechers
I am fixed on You focused eyed
the winning ball pitching Life
It is only for You
in dreams
I will always meet You
are You ready?
it is all for You
stoic Major Love
one two three owl
one two three owl
eyes wide open You now
strike matched and outrun
winning the race, yet
sometimes we lose, Major Love
but We losers
get back up again
there is no giving up
there is never no giving up
all the way home
my brave Major Love
the game already won
the field wide open before You
You'll fall again, this much is true,
but We get back up again
there is never no giving up
my much loved Major Love
the whole field before You
my gloriously embarrassed
heart read Major Love
face flushed, You are
always Loved
my best Major Love
We dance
We love
We fall
We get back up again
always for Love
it is always for Love
courage, my much loved
only Major Love
Candide Diderot. ‘24
lux gvlm lux
"There's no eye in the sky
Just our love
No unobstructed view
No perfect truths
Just our love, just our love
And there's no verse
No monument of words
For our love
For they can't hold
All I know
About my love, about my love..."
Our fig in January, entirely denuded now
like my heart in your absence, is but
more beautiful, if possible, in its seasonal
solemnity than in summer's exacting extravagance.
The trunk, grown massive in manhood, is a citadel
of strength supporting the curving bowl of its
branches as they bend back into themselves, becoming
the bare black sculpture of winter trees Hemingway
described in Paris in the Jardin of Luxembourg
where we used to walk, following in his footsteps.
These prayerful branches, grown as large as
the beanstalk giant of storybook lore, cup
the sky, making a sieve through which rain filters,
better for unobstructed passage to its
earthbound blessing, clearer for the distillation.
Above ground two massive roots, more visible
in winter definition--veins from the beating heart
of the tree--though siblings still, sprawl out
in different directions, then disappear wherever
they are traveling, who knows where? Not
climbing skyward like Jack on his leafy ladder,
but earthward out of sight toward a Southern
provenance, toward Provence, perhaps,
as if impassioned for home.
HAPPY NEW YEAR FELLOW SOUPERS!
She hides her feminine charms
behind a veiled silhouette
allowing unobstructed
undistracted views
of nature’s abundant gifts.
Yet, instinctively,
furtive wandering eyes
skim hurriedly from light to dark
surrundering to the strong allure
of the mysterious and unknown.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
© 18th March 2017
Contest: Any March Poem not written for a contest
Sponsor: Laura Loo
In a weightless state of tranquility,
paraphrasing relentless thoughts of motion
in my head into words, which 'til now
have laid dormant in unsung verse, waiting
for you to shine brightly upon them.
Freshly painted impressions mark
the beginning of halcyon days, where gulls
hover just above waves that barely
kiss the shoreline, burying tiny toes
beneath the coolness of wet beached sand.
To what shall we compare thee or can
your effulgent beauty be measured
by metered stanzas of verse taking form
on rice paper and egg shells so that the yolk
slips out draining lucent into the earth's core.
Your wisdom surveys the high seas,
coursing through cavernous veins that harbor
quietly in safety channels, as zephyrs
challenge moist underbrush among youthful
lips, blowing innocent kisses in playful semblance.
Oscines sway in sync beneath heaven's domain,
bathing in rays of sweet luminosity,
as sun-drenched fossils rise, reborn,
reclaiming their gaiety to shine unobstructed,
teething along crevasses of incandescence.
Embrace these Sun days, reflecting
on fireside chats and old storybooks,
reciting euphonious tales that burn mellow,
rising to greet the eyes of omnipotence
with chants of celestial song and dance.
And to this place we call rapture,
let wings of sober doctrine reveal
where grace resides within Sol's castle,
waiting for the children to come forth
with clasped hands in joyful unison.
Such days will greet warmth openly,
without hesitation, so the orbiting
star becomes ever more pliant,
allowing whatever name you choose
to objectify it, to stand always...
Bright, within itself.
unobstructed view
peaceful passion realized
cure for many aches
hawk in very top
of high Georgia pine..
view unobstructed
hawk catches breeze soars
on a cold clear winter day...
seeks day's last fresh meal
The tide's out at present
Means the water's further away
There's a whole lot more
Beach out there
Than there was
Six or even five hours ago
Temporary real estate
Suitable for construction
Of the grandest of sandcastles
Unobstructed sea views
One hundred and eighty degree vista
No permit required
Its a longer walk to the water
But not as far to swim
As it often is
This time of day
It's thanks to the moon we're told
Taking the beach away
Every 12 hours
For cleaning I imagine
Australian Ancient Depths Of Time
Under deserts rusting tides of red
Mountains once collapsed themselves into the clay
Became flat lands stilted while sun hung ornate on the humble quiet
Beauty remained unobserved, unobstructed, ageless
At this point in time my team and I, consisting of two guides
Walked gently along soft earth near a simple gorge
Mules and archaeological tools fell through to darkness
Deep in the hole one man tumbled, crippled, died
The mules too met an ugly fate as well
My other man and I survived
Crawled for hours through a narrow passage in the underworld
In the labyrinth of black, accompanied by barely breathable air
Fear and hunger took hold
Our mental faculties began to fail
With no way out, we struggled on
By quirk or chance we happened on an open chamber
To stand, to glance, to reconnoiter an unknown civilization
Covered by time, embraced by centuries safe keeping
Thick vases found in sandy walls housed oils
I had matches and some rope to light our way at last
Other vases filled with beans and herbs unearthed by us
Treasures to save us from starvation!
Olive oils tasted nasty, black beans were worse
But Australia’s hidden depths were fascinating finds
We tied ropes around our new supplies, dragged them behind
The maze, the cave, gave us many bones and pottery for exploration
We hope the ancients will forgive us for eating all their food
I think they no longer need it in the tomb
8/28/14 Contest - poem you have not entered in a past contest # 11
There’s a reason why the windows
Don’t get cleaned but once a year
And the answer, like my windows now,
Is obvious and clear.
It’s an awful, dirty job and it
Takes effort, time and sweat,
With an unobstructed view the only
Bonus that you’ll get.
If you live in an apartment,
On a floor up several flights,
Then the misery’s compounded
By the dizziness of heights.
For each time I grab a window,
I can picture my descent
And my husband in the doorway
Wondering where the hell I went.
Still, with rolls of paper towels
And a Windex, all a’spritz,
All the grime that I’ve been granted
Has just up and called it quits.
Now the vistas of the city
Are there beckoning to me;
Though they might have done so prior,
There was no way I could see!
Cold Season…
I feel the winter calling
The cold season blowing on the wind
I want to send my spirit soaring
But it doesn’t know where to begin
I watch the leaves as they’re falling
Changing colors I watch them twist and turn
Turning to the ground, I’m gazing back into the sky
To feel the frost; just as fire, burn…
I feel the winter calling
The cold season blowing on the wind
To me it seems the clouds are falling
And I’m wondering where I fit in
I see life through a picture window
Unpainted glass covering the expanse of the frame
My unobstructed view of the trees bending in the wind
Wondering if the view will ever change
Or if it will ever be the same again…
I feel the winter calling
The cold season blowing on the wind
I want to send my spirit soaring
But frozen, it doesn’t know where to begin…
And it is a beautiful thing
And in a thought I find
this wishy washy mind moving
in circular patterns, drinking from the trough
Searching for an answer,
bending beneath the fluorescent light
flickering as if giggling
Dry mouthed positioning stands
on a checkerboard carpet,
placed out of sheer desperation
along the corridor
of the loneliness that feeds off of
every desire, every want, every dream…
including this one
Still, within these flourishing storms
there is a peace, a calm existence
A non-wavering clarity, smudge free,
allowing an unobstructed view
of the endless possibilities
awaiting each step,
each thought, each question
When I permit myself to look inward,
delve deep into the recesses
and paint the madness in gaily colored hues,
rainbows on the horizon
of this mind…
and it is a beautiful thing
10/08/18
For the Brainstorm Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
It’s the Law
Hard-core ***** fans are split
That ***** stars by law must fit
Protection ore’ the length of it
Thus ruining the shot a bit
But techno geeks have now surmised
That they can probably digitize
And to our eyes thus minimize
The law that covers the big prize
The major downside they have said
The cost to digitize the spread
Uncovering it from base to head
And so this fix starts out cold dead
So hard-core ***** fans are blue
They want an unobstructed view
Some even say they want to sue
I’d say the industry’s snafu
This love is free unlike
the label love confused and misused
by most of humanity.
Thought forms skewed and molded,
into shards of perspective;
Misaligned and stained,
reflecting light in many shades.
Although Narcissus in the pull
into human-created decor,
we must find the Truth beyond
the brain-stimulating lure.
Repeatedly we have gone back for more.
Karmic perfection is laid out
in the geometric window.
Let us gently remove the catapult
of Happy and Disillusionment that
fiercely drops into disappointment.
These hues are man-made.
Enter now into the clear, unobstructed transparency.
Seeing all in your Omnipotency.
This love is free.
Daughter more precious than yet to know
Daughter mirror of wife with whom I sow
Sow new love of my life
Sow a princess with a queen
Queen you will be to someone
Queen of parents heart
Heart will overflow on first day
Heart skips thinking of cradling you
You will be my love twice over
You will be the sun to my earth
Earth bound you are an angel
Earth I would encircle to protect
Protect your mind for it is powerful
Protect your heart for it is precious
Precious you will always be
Precious is loving you for eternity
Eternity limits my dreams for you
Eternity your king will cherish
Cherish each moment within moments
Cherish wisdom you will receive
Receive opening mind and heart
Receive blessings in line with arrival
Arrival in time just in time
Arrival ending preparation and excitement
Excitement then will be full-blown
Excitement knowing you are all that matters
Matters of the heart will be faced
Matters of importance you will discern
Discern what adds to innate value
Discern whom will appreciate your worth
Worth now is unknown to many
Worth within self will need to be secure
Secure your future appreciating education
Secure tightly those held dear
Dear dad I am engaged to a loving man
Dear princess words to elate yet sadden
Sadden with thoughts of baby bye
Sadden for right man took my place
Place yourself in high esteem
Place yourself at humility's door
Door to many will open when needed
Door to my heart forever unobstructed
Unobstructed your path to greatness
Unobstructed your clarity of vision
Vision to be the change vanguard
Vision surpassing all others dreams
Dreams reared to fruition
Dreams surpassing mine of you
You
Fruition