Obdurate Poems

Departure

"Departure"

In the majestic curves of galactic arms
we choose to dissolve all war and hate
we venture forth fast away from primeval captivity 
into the unknown welcoming cardiomegaly of It

what waits like Kaa wrapped around our scorched fate
beckoning our inner worlds like glowing orbs
we are swallowed into the burning crystal ball 
Its starry gates open like god-like jaws

evolving like Paleolithic tadpoles old stone age 
lacking tales to execrate all the obdurate
their time will come when all is far too late
and their karma is to remain to do it all again

fortune’s for the brave
freedom's for the few
we choose It like The Chosen do
to turn our backs on all that human hate

we raise our minds
we raise our eyes
our heart's electric 
sending morse code messages

we begin to watch 
the open skies of Blue
for forgotten arrivals 
seen through moving clouds obscured


Candide Diderot. ‘25

The Truth

Every action resounds as an echo,
on its ripple you dance
to the music of life,
not composed by you.
The truth dissipates unrealized 
within obdurate ego.

Road signs

I wish that life will provide me with road signs
straight and clear, no abrupt detours, no hairpin curves,
the end so discernible when struck by a lance of sunlight
I can set my mind on cruise control with ease.

But the path to old age is obdurate and unbending,
disillusions and regrets are poised as vultures on a limb.
To liberate myself from dark dreams is simply to wake up,
find I was not dreaming at all but caught in harsh reality.

A real life has its ragged edge, as the sea has many surfaces,
a glint of sunlight on crested waves assures me
I can flourish on a cold  and chilling route of trials
find a second wind in the face of adversity.


@jjote021924

Seraphic Scene Extant

The long journey 
of the slithering stream 
on the languid lap 
of pensive plateau,
meandering montage
in ebony melancholy
of forlorn forest,  
flows on contorted contours 
of languishing leaned land 
at cataracts askew. 
The vibrant visage 
of fantasy flight 
of fluidized swan feather,
serenading in monotone, 
resonates in the silence 
of verdant emerald, 
the tune of tranquil time 
ripples with the echo 
of ethereal euphoria. 

The aquatic flow 
of fizzy champagne surge,
dancing with the cadence 
of esoteric ecstasy 
in sculpted split course
around obdurate boulders, 
deposed defiant
with mesmeric malachite glow, 
amidst patina of plants, 
drenched by the drizzle 
of the setting scarlet sun
in the sequined sky, 
illumines the mystique mist 
of diaphanous drape, 
rising slow
as suspended strata,
unlayered exaltation
lifts the shroud of sorrow 
from the austere alcove 
of my amorphous anguish,
makes me revere
the seraphic scene,
the effervescent extant,
timeless…

Obscene, Obdurate, Obfuscate, Obduracy, Oh Oh Oh

My “Obscene” messages
Have been seen by all.
Eyes twitch at the blue and grey bubbles.
I am disgusted.
They are disgusted.
We are disgusted.
A pungent smell,
A sour taste.
My senses have been contaminated.
One through five.
All of the above.
Gone.
Just like that.
Just one glance at fun-filled,
Childish words,
And you’re sick.
I feel full of regret,
But regret nothing.

Obdurate Being

I walk my life on my own terms I set,
create the course on the lone pathway I pave.
I see probing faceless uncalled people pile,
break the barrier of protected privacy and pry,
asking incisive questions piercing my persona,
I don’t answer.

They want their footprints I follow compliant,
abandon what defines me on the wayside,
exist as a formless empty entity impersonated.
Caustic comments they make of me being inflexible,
on the atypical manner I behave, overtly odd to them, 
I don’t react.

My heart quivers in the quicksand of harsh times,
emotions struggle to rise from the despondent debris.
Things good done for me I can’t acknowledge loud,
the bud of love for you blooms in me, I adore unexpressed.
Porous sensitivity absorbs all the feelings inarticulate, 
I don’t demonstrate. 

I will be doing till the end what I do, not being blunt,
even if you call me an obdurate being,
I don't care.

Valiant Rhetoric

Iridescence
      intermingle
         explicate
            wriggle
               
& inspire  
                  placidity
            immaculate 
       prearrange
  dedicate

& appreciate

      accolade
          amplify
              achieve
                 affection
&bravery

                 intrepid
            explore
       galvanize 
   promise

& specify

   symbiosis
      relationship
         cooperation
            stipulate
& venture

             shrewd
          resourcefulness
       recommendation
   unpredictable

& corroboration

    Obdurate
        resist
           persuade
                  endure

&reincarnate

                  acquiesce
            argue
      comply
    quiet

& blissful

    tremendous 
       tempting
          teamwork
              tantalizing

&bespoke

              conundrum
        intricate
     wrestle
   to nurture
solemnity

Written: March 24, 2023

1st place contest winner 

A Brian Strand Premiere No 1202 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand

Wave of Fantasy

Dreaming is a choice,
Suchlike a breeze
Or a blooming rose
Petals flourish anyway,
I have dreams and - fantasies
This wave of fancy
Suchlike fresh air to my spirit
My muse - is obdurate
Assist in my endeavor
Stardust metaphors erase shyness
Spreads soothing stake shades
 
The bright moon
With its stillness
Silently watching over us,
At the bottom of the sea,
Fantasy of acceptance
With a backward glance,
To impanel who deserves
Becoming a seaside charmer
The sound of the waves
Swarming aped thunder,
Mysteries that magnify madness
 
A magic that can only be used once,
Invoked by the tides
I was literally astounded 
Through this surreal event,
A dreamer soul
Whose kiss dispels all doubts?
In fantasy, fantastic feelings
Sight and story are the core
To provide the reader with realism,
Exquisite and vibrant
Bright - cerulean hues dazzle and deepen.

1st Place Contest Winner

Written: February 06, 2023

Wave Of Fantasy Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose

King and She

The king announced he might abdicate,
but first his enemies he would castigate.
He thought slowly and did concentrate
before he sought them to intimidate.

His comely wife he did adulate.
He did not wish to deprecate
her reputation so he did hesitate,
himself or her, to incriminate.

She had no thought to duplicate,
no desire at all to replicate
and he was willing to extricate
himself from the desire to procreate.

His enemies ready to infiltrate,
he sought the wisdom to meditate
on how he might obdurate
and keep his kingdom inviolate.

New Life

Vanity and desire innately compulsive
distort the ethos of obdurate ego,
conditioning the vision to look at others,
for self-consciousness turns opaque layer.

Divine intervention in life reborn,
shreds the strata of opacity,
plain self-image escapes egocentricity,
gets transfixed within empathy frame.

In the hued horizon of the new life
the nascent sun of adoration rises,
paints all the pining hearts
with the perceptive colors of love.

_______________

July 10, 2022
Contest : Ego Shorn, Here Now Reborn
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker

The Perfect Isle

Then the winter night will knock on the door,
And as one would step inside the cerulean lake;
Vying with cold, have to discern the warmth of life,
The fishes will gather as if drooping on the feet,
The moon would come down to the floor of the heart,

Ah! What a wonder, could scratch even an obdurate,
There will be a river of desires; 
But there will be a boat of sacrifice,
There will be a road to success,
But there will be trees aside the road, 
Whose leaves are wet with tears;
Tears for those who do not have a place to weep even,
And there will be stairs to heaven, 
But there will be banisters to support,
If one misses a step!

Ethereal Extrapolation

past retentiveness
absurdity would not last
you or me
      idiosyncratic

riddles held not held
pain lurking
an obdurate innuendo
        bonafide

talks uttered 
not uttered by me
an acquaintance
         whimsical bearing

I can witness
concurrently
a squandering
magnetism balanced 
               voluptuousness

blurred cipher
withstanding at the egress
nevermore ingress
taught apotheosized
              in conundrum


THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived. Poem inspired by Poet Brian Strand.

Written: February 12, 2022

1st place contest winner 

A Strand (1073) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand

Veil of Fear

Veil of Fear 
David J Walker

Sometimes the sound of 
Foreign voices
Fall from another room 
Call from the molten plume 
Of obdurate choices 

Carefully folded 
in the tomb
Of the sacrificial lamb

Ask the enlightened 
Who understand 
Who can elucidate
The meaningless darkness 

And expand upon a
Personal vision with 
The starkness of
Incipient light
Latent derision
Intimate sight

Dissolving a veil of fear

Obsession

Obsession

Obsession with "O's"

Oh, obsession’s obfuscating oligarchy
Oceans of oblivion
Outrage in ostentatious obsession
Overrun in hurricanes named obdurate and obstinate
Overtures of oxidized compulsive orchestration in
Obbligatos overflowing obituaries -
Overbearing octaves of the obsequious –
Orations of overt objections
Objectivity overpopulated by opportunistic obtuse –
Obsession outweighing optimist’s objectives –
Openness offspring overrun by
Ominous hunters of sweet oblations ordained
Oscillating between logic and obsession unchallenged
Orthodoxy obscures opportunity
Officially ostracizes open-mindedness –
Original the outsider - occupied the outlier -
Observes only obstructive operations
Obedience to the one-track offertory
Of overstocked outdated ordinances,
Offshoots of outmoded operatic ornaments
Odious opium overdose of the obscene
Onyx odors overpowering odes
Offered on the altar of originality - 
Obliterating oligarchy of obsession 

9-23-21 
Sponsor: Constance La France
Contest:  “O” Contest

Chiselled Forever

Time passes, 
I look in retrospect 
on a life petering out. 
Memories rack my brain, 
there under the pine tree 
we stand embraced 
in perfect harmony, 
our names chiselled 
on the tree's trunk, 
our love in unison 
our passion fulfilled. 
  
Time passes 
like the monotonous tick tock 
of an old wall clock 
rigorous and unrelenting 
obdurate and harsh. 
Our feelings are chiselled 
in a book of love. 
Life's a continuum, 
like a smooth sand dune 
until some heavy breeze 
ruffles the surface, 
then the calm and back  
to the velvety smoothness 
of our devotion and love. 
  
Time passes, 
steadily and pitiless, 
sharing, dividing, consolidating 
all that we had construed,  
until my last entry is there: 
rest in peace my sweet. 
Soon we'll be together again 
as I wane and wither; 
soon our names will be chiselled 
on a flat cold stone 
soon I'll rest too 
forever with my love.

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