Inconspicuously Poems | Examples

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Inconversant Ivan is inconsolable and inconspicuously indistinctly
Illinois and Iowa ignorant. Instinctively and incredulously inducing
Illustrative ideas that implement indefinable individual
Indifference, ignoring Aunt Inez’s illustrious ideals.

Kali to Satya

It's changing.....
Vastly and speedily before our eyes

O, Mother Gaia
Kali to Satya

A cyclic continuum...
Vestiges of a time before

Conspicuously and inconspicuously transitioning to 
a new lore

From 'Iron' to 'Golden'
To new from olden

O, Mother Gaia
Kali to Satya

Social unrest, immorality, and stygian clouds
abound
A dark place where peace and love seemingly just
can't be found

But a new is to come...
Far away from

Away from Kali
To golden truth and sincerity

No more masks will be worn in an occult-riddled
Gaia
Soon golden rays will shine light on the darkness in the
dawn of Satya

BRICS

There was a time back in 2009
A group of countries inconspicuously
got in line

In line to build, build, and build
Brazil,  Russia,  India, China and South Africa 
inaugurated the big guild

A mission to lay brics upon brics
And build a new mansion replete with rooms
that's Magnifique

Meanwhile, the old mighty dollar is losing 
its might 
BRICS are steadily being laid and the new
house is growing in height

You Want To Requite My Love;

You want to requite my love;
   You already have with a ring
And many years of life
   So this I command you to bring:

A bouquet of chocolate flowers –
   Each with a nice, dark button
Comparable to your eyes –
   And a fragrance as divine.

Put it together with care –
   Tape it inconspicuously –
Present it when I’m caught unawares
   And you have hours to give me.

Such a bouquet – bright and simple –
   As native as the mourning dove –
Would be a challenge worthwhile
   Your time and your love.

Submissive Assumptions

Revealing what may be 
rhetorical perspective 
Concealing vagueness of 
others as a collective 
Irrational is the truth 
from all the official lies 
Impractical to expose 
those once thought so wise 

Anonymously to be judged, 
I then had to reflect  
Inconspicuously to be ignored, 
just show me respect
Dismissiveness from others 
can be so undeserved 
Submissive assumptions 
repeatably observed 

Deception experienced in 
an inferiority disguise
Exceptions delusional 
fundamentally they deny 
Concerning yet I do 
appropriately understand 
Discerning discriminating 
principles are at hand 

Generated tremendous 
excitement and in debate
Sedated by unparalleled 
contributions dictate 
Double standards and chauvinists, 
there’s no doubt
Troubles considerable,
as they would openly flout

The Stairway To Heaven

My 3-year-old showed me something on my phone... 
And said, "look at this place"
Bewildered, she seemed frightened 
I could see it...by the look on her face
 
When I looked at my phone; inconspicuously 
I thought to myself, "hmm-why fear"
Swirling through the sky and all through the clouds 
A mountain of steps, reaching to...somewhere  

She tries her best...to count all the steps  
But, at age three, she had barely counted to seven
So long a trail...geez  
I lost count, after one thousand-eleven 

So getting back to the fear she endured... 
Was from the stairway to heaven that was built by the lord
Then when I explained, to her...it was meant for the good 
She smiled so sweetly, just the way...that I thought that she would  


Look At This Place Poetry Contest 
Sponsor: Matt Caliri  
4/7/2021

Below the Horizon

The sun smiles a greeting at me
I meet his wan rays graciously
unblinded, unbowed
unblinking -- 
I hold the cards now
in December
the sun's played his hand --
Pale, absent fire
he slips
inconspicuously 
below the horizon

Silently More

Unconventionally more,
more or less.
More isn’t much more,
nor is less anymore less.
Time and faith, 
maintaining keen perspective.
Inconspicuously but fundamentally,
it is... undeniably more.

Connected

In the comforts of our prison, we seek and scan,
Losing our connections while connected at hand,
Lies we invent just so our facade can ascend,
Obliviously blissful, all just for pretend,
Inconspicuously driving us to resent,
Every part of our lives. A Living discontent.
So heads up. Open your eyes and put down your hand,
Let's connect by presence, not by messages sent.
Be in the now. Forget schedules and live unplanned,
Look around and feel your senses flood in content,
Feel the beat of your heart and the heat of your scent.
Our senses are what truly connects us. Godsend.

Silent Killer

depression starts inconspicuously
slowly creeping into thoughts, actions, words
gradually poisoning with suicidal thoughts
it happens over time
spiders creep in
entangling the butterflies in your stomach in a web of despair
because depression doesn’t have the courtesy to ring the doorbell
it creeps through the back entrance of your soul, its dark aura absorbing the light
if depression weren’t so surreptitious,
less would fall victims to it
because depression is the silent killer
he is the one who keeps us silent
it is he that forces out the ‘fine’ when someone asks how we are
it is he that keeps himself concealed so others don’t think we’re insane
it is he that tears us apart from the inside
and keeps us within his grasp
-e.g.

The Carpenter

When I'm pining for the power to yield
Breaking all the branches I seize
Acres for the taking in a forest of mistakes
I can't see for the trees

I level
With the shallow playing field
Dreaming up a blueprint to floor you
Delicately drafting
Inconspicuously crafting
The grand facade before you

Where my art lies

The best is underwhelming
When it comes to helping
How I promised I woul...


So I'm peeking past the pitch of my prime
Modeling the modern stage
Perforating patience with a paradox
In place of where the sophist meets the sage

I level
With the hallowed bottom line
Hopeful like the point of a nail
Architecture fractures
In apocalyptic rapture
Where false frameworks prevail

There my heart lies

The beat is overwhelming
When it comes to helping
How I swore I could

I guess I'm knocking on wood
Knock knock knocking on wood


Excess
Will not lead to progress
Will not let me access
What I learned I should
Rid me of

Termites
Crawling into airtight
Trademarks of my disguise
Make me decide I'm good

When I'm just knocking on wood
Knock knock knocking on wood
Knock knock knocking on wood

 

© Michal Czechak 2016

Surrender To the Meander

The gentle river that flows through your fingers
Your untameable spirit that panthers with power
To your subtle flow to oceans of hidden treasure
I surrender on a trickle of a wave to your meander

I dreamt of a blanket that had me warm with desire
It was the yawn of a hippo that soothed me over
I looked for you through the eyes of a crocodile’s hunger
And saw your deep longing for its spiral cover

You opened your mouth to the sea like a snake
Your tail at the horizon ahead, had a rattle to shake 
A beautiful sunset along the landscape to shape
A memory of a journey over time and rock to the cape

Here you are finally, by my side, as I sit and ponder
About the tree that your delta inconspicuously anchors
And we end up here, from a shallow stream to ripe peaches, 
Surrounded by a gentle breeze atop the highest branches

Masked Heart

The cries of a silent heart 
In the face of pain
Pumps dry tears

Whispers of a broken heart
Inconspicuously smile
Shattered words

Lay

Blessed With a Curse

Sinful from conception, 
Defiled at time of birth.
Nameless, isolated, naked
We were brought into this earth.

Lifeless from the start;
Born into a hearse.
Destined for perdition—
A condescending curse.
 
The vulgarity of existence,
Obscene reality.
Inconspicuously blessed,
A sure fatality.

Seeking virtuous conformity,
A title for our own,
The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
Serve as the keystone.

The need to be absolved,
The fate to be reversed,
Hopelessly waiting pardon
In prosaic verse. 

Drowning our transgressions,
In water, we are immersed.
In the name of the Triune God,
Deliver us from this curse.

You Won'T Believe Who I Saw At Target

You Won’t Believe Who I Saw at Target

By Elton Camp

I was surprised at who I thought that I did spy
But caught her only out of the corner of my eye

Even with a baseball cap and such dark glasses
I thought, “For the First Lady that easily passes.”

But of interest and surprise I didn’t show a trace 
After all, she is entitled to her own private space

Nevertheless, a round-about shopping route I took
So perhaps I could inconspicuously get a better look

That time there wasn’t even the slightest doubt
From the White House, Mrs. Obama had slipped out

Standing around were several men in casual clothes
They were Secret Service.  Anybody can spot those

That she’d shop in a discount store I had to admire
She could’ve bought anywhere her heart did desire

But if Wal Mart ever should happen to find it out
They will wish they had gained her favor, no doubt

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