Before the final journey begins
feet rest awhile at the shoreline of faith
to keep the promise made to self,
etch the last footprints on twilight sands,
slipping away in the obscure hourglass.
"I, submissive to nature's whispers, see all chaos disappear
into a calmness in quiet stillness and healing solitude pleasures." Quote by poet
The whimsical obscure winter touch
has softened; its cool breath lingers.
Its effortless embrace is fresh and welcoming.
The calming music and refined wind chimes
are performing together away disorder.
Nature's live oak leaves waltz freely,
and flowers accompany ardently
with a dance, bobbing their perfection.
My ears pick up every echo.
The whiff of the surroundings brings clarity,
joy, and peace, bringing comfort and making
my soul very drowsy. I dangle my thoughts
from my life to live in the moment
of now in a dream with a smile.
Darkness masked my view
I left shocked like dumb
Stellar murmured smackingly
Demanding my activity
The comets obscured my mind
I had no choice on it
Smackings and whispers in my ear
Made me active!
what kind of conveyance can you use?
I had done nothing but confuse
Buck, Pontiac, Rambler or what?
words unheard of by my grandson Strut
I see the wind
And hear the sun
And when it hurts
I have such fun
I know not when
But the where is sure
The reasons are clear
Though fully obscure
Thoughts I suffer
The long night through
Bring such comfort
How is this true
Confusion reigns
Within thoughts clear
And peace so far
And yet so near
I can feel it
Though I’m completely numb
My mind subtracts
To find the sum
The answers are certain
The questions unclear
How much longer
Must I
remain here
Inherently people are prone to pry
Wherever there is more than meets the eye.
Black and white, by patent definition,
Dazzle in latent opposition.
Byproduct of a shady interplay -
Panoply of 50 hues of grey.
The contrast between black and white
Is not as trite as day and night.
In former days they harmonised
On the big screen before our eyes.
Beware of black, beware of white -
Clandestine colours out of sight.
OBSCURE LIFE CHARACTERS
Hero
Your terror is palid..
fear is your greatest gesture!
Soldier
your loneliness
is greater than death...
smaller than an enigma,
a data..!
COMMANDED
The bigger the well
from the horror,
more exposed to
subordinate...
THIEF
eternal processor
of other people's gestures..
overeacting prophylaxis
poorly provided,
usurper of
compromising crumbs,,,
NOZZLE
verbose word
among deaf...
brilliant gesticulator
among blinds...!
I Climbed rocks winged with words,
and paint beauties on my path,
invade palaces unhindered,
bearing arms welling from this frame.
I draw the sword from the scabbard,
piercing dictators with a dagger,
I cut their cables by this craft,
and watched their fickle frame subdued.
I soar like eagle in my thoughts,
coruscating gleams attending,
I see nature's beauty and hear voices,
I roam in firce shades in search of jewels,
The pulse of fear or grim assails,
Yet capapie and undaunted.
I see men entrapped in a race,
oh! that they might see the filth,
and time, how short to pen,
these vague and obscure moments.
Yet, poetry catches but a few.
Which man is ever secure,
When he’s no longer obscure
Or sticks to Normal Strife
While it’s a New World of knife
Or hangs to Clean Lifestyle
Amidst pressures from Dirty Guile
Or weird aches has none to cure
Showing that he’s been The Pure?
Who, indeed, has been intact:
A public figure, No Tact?
Who doesn’t know he can sink
Or in the limelight just shrink,
As he keeps with The Great a link,
His lips obliging Best drink …
I should in some scared chair coil
And from swift touches recoil
And with perfect anger boil,
Ordering calming whisky
For walks becoming risky,
Sure that they would my treasures loot
And as gladly poor me shoot.
Trees shrouded by fog
are cut off from sight or view,
as green turns to gray.
The tick along of time at different pace,
quantify measures to compare the maze.
For little relevance when dressed in vain,
pushing limits to every little single gain.
Time of sleep calls silently the eternal bliss,
soft gleams in that image of a gentle kiss.
The longest day in locked up securities,
hours of ever growing maturities.
Riding the beast of burden in wounded time,
adrenaline heart beats, no more the same.
Memories of times where joy flooded with ecstasy,
measures of true divine necessity.
Circumferences that delivers months end meet,
guided souls that listen to the deed.
Time spend and touched by love,
giving soul in receiving touch from above.
Shadows of time in brief memory,
weakest link by fearing sensory.
Time keeper and celestial concern that unites,
devoted fortune to acquainted lights.
The aristocratic Martian delicately kissed her hand
She blushed, as only an alabaster Venetian can
He ushered into his supersonic cab
Endearing himself with a superlative gift of gab
Away the two flew to an obscure galaxy
They dined on poached protoplasm and astral puree
But when it was time to pick up the tab
The aristocrat -- no gentleman he -- said shockingly
~ 'You pay for it all: I'm a woman's libber, tee-hee'
December 26, 2020
Fantasy with fictional beings Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Word Count: 73 words
Sialoquent
This speaker is a renowned gent.
When calm, he is quite eloquent;
when excited, he’s sialoquent.
My advice to you may sound blunt:
wear a face shield if you sit down front.
tending to spray saliva when speaking
Snickersnees
Chocolate peanut candy lover Jimmy Gees
called a toll-free number for some Snickersnees.
Long-bladed knives arrived and made poor Jimmy sad.
Some bite-sized Snickers surely would have made him glad.
Snollygoster
You’re on the candidate roster.
Is it good change for all you foster.
or you a snollygoster?
Clever, unethical person
Scurryfunge
To clean this sticky, greasy grunge,
grab the cleaner, gloves, and sponge.
Plunge in for a scurryfunge.
quick clean-up
Date: May 19, 2020
Contest Title: And now for something completely different
Sponsor: John Lawless
The desire to be struck by disaster,
Or it’s just a thought.
Nobody knows what the story of my mind is,
Something that even makes me haunt.
The impulse of being in a plane crash,
It is always on my mind.
These deductions will help you see
That I’m nothing but just a fiend.
In search of a kink in the smooth arc of life
With obscure sorrow.
Whatever comes after me
I’ll face it like there is no tomorrow.
For some kicks
I’ll plunge over a waterfall,
But when death peek around the corner
I certainly won’t crawl.
The thrill of sprinting on the very brink,
With some vile shady thoughts or
Curiosity to see whether I stand tall or
WILL I FALL?
The desire to be struck by disaster,
Or it’s just a thought.
Nobodies know what the story of my mind is,
Something that even makes me haunt.
The impulse of being in a plane crash,
It is always on my mind.
These deductions will help you see
That I’m nothing but just a fiend.
In search of a kink in the smooth arc of life
With obscure sorrow.
Whatever comes after me
I’ll face it like there is no tomorrow.
The thrill of sprinting on the very brink,
With some vile shady thoughts or
Curiosity to see whether I stand tall or
WILL I FALL?
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