Obfuscating Poems | Examples

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I already understand that children  
grow inside two blinks,
as quickly as the novel Mayfly
comes to the surface to die. 

I'm pining for those first days again, 
of edentate smiles, milestones  
to fund future independence.  

Pineapple-sized hearts I cradled;
lulled, exchanged dank nappies for dry; 
ferried on uncrossed seas, 
your armada.  

Smoothed rough waters as if by divine speech  
because mothers can. I was thinking that I could always be your oxygen.  
I let you walk through me, under, right over.  

The rocking horse
brought for my bromelain angels 
winged you away - 
this blasted Pegasus ...
I miss you now.
How you rode away, 
ephemera of innocence!

So, what then?
Me, fumbling wild in the backspace you left.
Your flabbergasting key smash to freedom   
broke our finespun home, you left 
me to talk to your father, Child,
to renegotiate  
the bonds;  

reconstruct ancient code, 
deleted excess text - 
obfuscating precision and knowing -  
the tribal tongue of lovers  

unlearned, forgotten;
escaped alongside discarded baby bath suds,
strewn puddles of rubber duckies, 
tired breasts suckled  
by fresh management.

Painting of a Giant

The world birthed an arching column,
its broad shoulders eclipse the sun
obfuscating the golden grain colored rays
What are their thoughts? Are they an eternal refrain?
Their hunched posture, knees pillowing breasts
Ashen hair cascading like the foam of the Aegean,
the waves of time flowing down its taut trapezius  
A breathing landscape living atop the one we roam
It is done roaming, there is nothing left to see
Its eyes cavernous, with pupils yawning endlessly
The pressure of its presence turns the sand it sits upon
into a picnic blanket of stained seawater glass
yet with all it carried, I sense it carries no burden
for there is no more journey left.
There is gratitude that the only act remaining
is to wait.

Sidereal

My heart burns with a cold, white fire
Fighting against itself in a battle no one can win
I am contrived, a portrait of a girl who...
And anyone can fill me in. 
My destiny was not written for this world
This earth is not my home
And I am but an echo, the perception of a far-off light
Almost imperceptible amid the light pollution
Streetlights, headlights, stoplights, flashing highway signs
Obfuscating the truth.
For a moment, I think perhaps I could escape
The confines of flesh, blood, cells, atoms, tangibility
And ascend into the night posed into a constellation forever.

Behind Smiling Faces

Behind smiling faces, pain remains unseen,
Keeping happiness intact, a hidden screen.
Facade, deceiving at times,
Obfuscating the hardship underneath silent chimes.

Like fragile china, words fail to convey,
The depths of emotions hidden away.
Unspoken torment,masked by a smile,
Burning hearts that endure in silent exile.

Human Love

Human Love


                 Precious memories obscured by time wander in his head
                 Fragments of a promise vowed to the woman he needed
                 Thoughts subcutaneously flashed minding crucial matter
                 Ordained hearts await to inhabit their dreams thereafter

                 Obstacles stealthily conceal answers from probing minds
                 While confidence reassures veracity measures their finds
                 Determined to detangle blind perceptions tenacity reigns
                 Impending storms can not deter hunger destiny reclaims

                 Anomaly is a toxic burden to ambiguities obfuscating life
                 Ruby denotes confusion emerald suggest free from strife
                 Undying devotion flaming with emotions a curative salve
                 Hands and fingers gently clasped epitomize human love!










Penned: 04/20/2018
             Aboard cruise liner:
             Vision of the Seas

The Trains of Cunning

The trains of cunning

Two men in a vast field of grain waited for the trains
to meet on a one-track railway line, one a mathematician 
had worked out where the train would meet
the other was a reporter skilled in muddying the news.
Of the train drivers, one has a skilled hand used to getting 
his way, the other was an upstart backed by western money
and told to call the older man’s bluff.
And there, in the brilliant winter light, they saw the trains
At great speed nearing, the point of no return.
There was a side track where one of the trains could stop
And let the other one through, but would they choose 
To be sensible; we shall not know.
I mighty missile struck the track and blew part of it away
The driver of the eastern train was able to stop, but not so
the driver of the western train that ran onto the prairie 
that had no cowboys or cattle and exploded.
The mathematician was happy his calculation was right
the reporter wrote an obfuscating article telling readers
 the west had won; the man from the east smiled his
calculations had been spot on.

Wake Up

A million distinct lights fighting the obfuscating gloom
Distant stars blazing forever in a struggle against the velvet blackness forever doomed
Or perhaps myriad flickering candles, burning towards a red dawn
Who will notice if they wink out, flicker, die

Confined to this world, incarcerated by the stricture of vacuity
A null void, an abyss, annihilation as the very air steals breath
Soundless screams into the wind of the human phenomenon
Seeking, searching, stumbling into the desolation of existence

Rhythm pulsing inside an empty shell, nothingness remains
Open your eyes.

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

Zeitgeist

Social media on fleek 
Prolific likes and praise we seek

Knowledge of 'SELF' is as distant as a stranger in the night
A nomad in a dark, desolate land so void of divine light

Social distancing is now a central theme 
Incomplete sentences, text messages, and mindless memes 

Faces covered, calling all to join the masquerade 
Only weary eyes of confusion while a life of exuberance abade

Mumbling music signifies obfuscating thoughts
Shiftless artistry made popular, creativity not wrought

Stored seeds in Svalbard
No questions or concerns yet humanness is being marred 

Food shortage hovering over us
Monsanto disguised as Bayer but still no justice 

Delta variant in the air
5G and fear emitting everywhere 

Take the 'Jab'! Come on and indoctrinate
Don't be an outcast; participate 

Hitting more 'LOUD' and becoming more quiet
Desensitized from voices of inspiration when instead there should be a riot

Smart devices in hand appear cool 
Stooped over postures and slanted information, what a fool!

Vibrations so highly enticed
Welcome to zeitgeist

What About China

What about China?
When they compel you to stay home,
imposing cloaks on nature's beauty 
as a fellow friend becomes a foe 
and the media unhorsed propaganda 
Can we all all ask 
what about china?


When old Brit's prime minister 
masked tyranny by orders 
confining millions to solitude 
for the fear of his fickle frame 
susceptible to the Wuhan's scourge  
can we all ask, 
what about China?


When confused men make projections 
to feed the greed of the tech giants
or to maintain the cult of the pharmacy 
as the media control our lives 
as we surrender our freedom to fear
can we all ask
what about China?


So fast was the manipulations 
so wide did it spread 
so gullible were we all without reasons 
to ascent to the communist schemes 
who will ask my questions? 
Are they clear of the scourge, and we are not?
Can we all ask
what about China?   


Communism mocks you all 
Perestroika and glasnost seeks revenge 
so while your media makes the rouse 
as ignorant men speculates, 
turning humans to masked animals 
obfuscating nature's beauty 
can we all ask, 
what about China?

Sorceress

sorceress
magical skills
mystifying, disillusioning, obfuscating
very crafty, distinctively dressed
witch

The Realm

How did I get to where I am
Only thru the senescence of life am I
Sensing nothing earthly at this time
My spirits instantaneous apprehension knows
Shadowed by flora, contained by earth, I lay down
Auras obstructed by man made
Satin and teak, what do they mean
Slowly rising, I sense light, aromas, and movement
Invalid dogmas in retrospect, passing obliquely
Obfuscating life as it was
More light, I run before the wind
This is future, I'm free

Morning Breaks

Mysteries of a passionate warm Summer night. 
Obfuscating desolation that weighted my mind.
Raging to conquer my new found love
Needed compassion to emancipate my shackled heart
Insidious my passions compose allegories of my love
Nefarious turns my gentle heart in delirious expectations 
Gently my enamoured soul embraces the warm body next to me


Benevolence of a moon lit night and a star spangled sky.
Rejuvenates my hearts desire to be possessed.
Enticed by the warmth of your sweet and tender lips.
Allured by your lingering limbs, and the softness of your breasts.
Kindling my deepest desire in hues of gold and yellow across the sky. 
Satiate my amorous dexterity, showering you with ecstasy tenderly,
            like the gentle " MORNING BREAKS."

M-Theory

Physicists are theorists so extreme
that they can get lost in speculation
and even lose track, or so it would seem,
of designated abbreviation.
They’ll say string theory has many parts
that are likely aspects of just one thing
they like to call “M,” but, with all their smarts,
when asked what it means, they start stammering.
“What does M stand for?”  -- a simple query
that receives an obfuscating reply:
“Membrane, Mother or Master Theory.”
They really don’t know, and they don’ know why
nor grasp that they’ve lost their unified voice,
thus need to respond with multiple-choice.

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