Best Unsubtle Poems

Ardent galleon cutting foamy high tide
Each sliver born to venture yet farther
Captain and lady, stout crew by their side,
Still hailed by stalled gray frigate in harbor

You’re bailing water again, foundering
Says the unsubtle, frantic semaphore
Wan efforts to stay afloat floundering
Desperate colors, guilt cannot ignore

Ours not the...

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"Destination: New Covenant" 

When we arrived
at our destination,
the place they called
"New Covenant",
we were assigned 
fresh armour.

we thought the war 
left long and far behind us;

of course, 

our ranks had changed,
but our allegiance 
for saving contracts
in the between worlds place
was much to our disbelief,
swiftly locked in...

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My Dad, the Coalman

My father was a coalman ,when I was a little girl
Five ‘o’ clock each morning, coal-sacks on his shoulder he would hurl
Behind the wheel of a lorry at fourteen years of age
No driving licence did he have, for he was under-age

My dad...

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It was October the tenth of eighty-eight,
The memory still keeps me awake,
When I agreed to my first and last blind date
And thus made a HORRID mistake!

We met for cocktails at six on the nose
Knowing I had to work around nine
In my bag shoved a bra...

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Lisa Lewis is CEO of Doorway, a project for the homeless and vulnerable.  The woman is a legend.

Don’t mess with Lisa, she’s a scary
Far out full on punky fairy
Crowned with violent flowers and sage
And riding on her harnessed rage
Through tangled wood and thorny bower
To...

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She greets us with loud and American brightness
Gives us the menu with florid politeness
Has cheerfulness written all over her face
But just hasn’t quite got the tone of the place
We only went in there to grab a quick brunch
But seemingly we have a threesome for lunch
As...

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I went to The Jester’s Tea Party
In the tower with the winding stair
Frida Kahlo manned the door
And God and the Devil were there
The artist was stood in the shadows
Silently summoning me
To stand with him like a tiny child
At the edge of an innocent sea
He showed...

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The anxiety builds 
I am nervous 
This is a rare moment in which I feel my heart beat.
I had presumed that my mental preparation was complete.
Yet I search and find few remnants of confidence within me.
It has been awhile since I've experienced this fear
Will I...

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trembling t'wards dawn's path today
anorexic pale horizons lay
starved of light, of hope
sans by your leave or come -
I cried, i sighed
'oh.. stay with me
please.. please.. pleas ..
hold my emptiness'

pale yellow sheets became worn grey
presumption rinsed of five o'clock -
an' rain tapped impatient fingers 'pon the...

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POINT 
 
Against this concept you should be on your guard.                  
A point is exact uncompromising, harsh, hard:
It has no doubt, it is unforgiving, without ruth:  ...

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*Image of Night Images by Pixabay.

The Challenge of the Night,

'O Challenge of
the night spilt love,
thy fruits consumed me whole,
You wet my lip,
my heart did sip,
and bore from this my soul,
an aimless spry,
dare naught I die,
to get, ere this, my goal,
yet wraiths fingers,
clutched and lingers,
from my...

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TAMING THE TRAUMA

a leitmotif
 forever
a delicate moment
 buffeted &vulnerable
 a microcosm
of sentiment
 unsubtle
 reinforced

complications
of the
 romantic relationship
  which
elicits an
emotional
  response

  broken fragments
devastation
 suspended
&
carefully
 reassembled
in shadows
 on the wall

precariousness
a crucial
 component
  feels
resonant
 again

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique...

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ROADSIDE    CAFÉ


All morning in the car they had been bickering.
All  year at home.
Stop in at roadside café hungry for something:
Look for table where the bags won’t roam.


Sign over the food counter, before you spend,
Unsubtle, terse, rather gritty :
“You must pay at...

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Catapulted into seething temperatures beyond the imagination 
risking excitement in escapades that may seem inane,
potential hazard weighted against predicament predestined,
at some future stage I might peer backwards and reassess,
initial impetuousness under caustic supernatant thumbnail,
maybe I might indeed blush with profound mortification,
a recondite feverish facial blush...

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