So said the marionette, that gaslighters sow madness and chaos in your life, and when you become obstreperous, they blameshift it, so like the curling pokes of the apothecary's in plague-ridden Europe, that like the weapon goes elsewhere, so too does the wherewithal. Like gilded streams forsaken for brighter skies that unravel ever so slightly as the marionette sighs, and lamped up the glow of the sun, to prop up the firmament for one last gungho.
vociferous Vicky was a boisterous ghost
her sounds were loud and proud, just ask her host
clamorous drums were her instruments of choice
she frightened my cousins and my Aunt Joyce
Joyce had bought this haunted house “for fun”
these obstreperous sounds had her on the run
She wanted to move out and in with some of her kin
But we all said no, fearing we would let Vicky in.
Written: November 02, 2025, for contest by: Robert James Liguor
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The frozen core of human activeness
where the temperament recklessly smiles,
sludge cascades from the blade's edge
A joyous opsimath emerges,
reminiscent of rebellion and aged books,
sturdy and infused with a grin.
His unique calling sign is the "lard of law."
He wears robes adorned with nimbus designs
and stands before a wall of questions.
He gathers information from insightful individuals
Every conundrum is a breach in the law,
And every victim wants to be obvious,
He repeats sharp retorts to the sentient
To the obstreperous, the zymotic throbbing of history.
He says that justice is not banausic.
She is a lissome Nereid,
dancing with eurythmic elegance through garbage.
Though weariness grasps the morning,
and moribund minds look for troughs, not summits.
He persists on—
a sherpa of the spirit,
bestow the noisome into view
where enlightenment flowers akin to vernal fire.
Justice is not a flaw,
It's beginning
It is Nemesis
the tiny thread that links,
the strained heart to the flimsy earth.
Inside my head,
voices fight for dominance,
obstreperous thoughts clashing,
each demanding attention,
a symphony of dissonance,
a cacophony of self-doubt and dreams
I cannot silence them—
they scream louder than my own will.
I try to block them out
but they break through like waves,
uninvited and wild,
pushing and pulling
until I am caught
between who I am
and who they say I should be.
Such obstreperous obliqueness
filling a guess.
Blissful in my obliviscence,
warm in silence.
Opulent eyes obfuscate words,
I feel swords.
All those obsequious rewards,
they mean absolutely nothing.
You’re unequivocally bluffing.
Filling a guess warm in silence I feel swords.
his defiant attitude was obstreperous
misbehavior unheard of and unseen in the sixties
other third-graders stared at him in disbelief
wondering what was wrong with him
not realizing he was begging for interference
help that was never coming
tired of extra conferences
his parents pulled their eight-year-old out of school
not unheard of back in the day
they kept him at home
where he should have been safe
but had never been safe even as a toddler
he was reported missing a year later
after a teacher called to check on him.
I'm always surprised to know "It's here!"
That is: the arrival of the New Year.
So many projects just sitting undone
There was plenty of time for, when 1st begun
I know I've put many models out on display
Yet my 'started' Group has NOT gone away
They spill out of various crannies and nooks
As do so many of partly-read books
The kits were each given a vigorous start
But bogged down against some obstreperous part
I say to myself: "Be of good cheer --
You have ahead of you a whole New Year!"
DO NOT PROD THE SLEEPING BEHEMOTH
For in his wake, all donned in hope
Torn enraged to tattered shreds of cloth
Matters not to the blood lusting oaf
Crimson tinted visions
Through obstreperous milky orbs
View a costly vital decision
One any could ill afford
Be urged to tiptoe in silence
Round the pent up snoring goon
For he's dreamt for moons of wreaking violence
Drooling over your doom
I beg you leave slumbering demons in peace
If he could he would beg you the same
For all who've succumbed to his clenching of teeth
Have lived not to surmount the shame
the soul
Why should I write about my soul? I don´t know?
If a soul thinks if the entity that vanishes when the body dies
into the air, we breathe like autumnal leaves on trees?
Was Stalin a good soul with a dark mind or a smart mind
He good rid of (killed) the obstreperous officers
In the red army to kill off any dissent, he succeeded.
Or was he simply a dark soul?
My mother thought he looked charming, but she failed.
To see his snake eyes.
I can´t make up my mind about Hitler´s soul, his clownish
The body got in the way.
I don´t think, and there is such thing as a soul it is not
Tangible but we can´t call it an aura, Hitler had an aura.
He liked dogs and sweet cakes when not murdering
Jews and other miserable, like gay people.
In other words, a soul is a Christian idea that promises
A life ever hereafter how else could heaven have
a place to so many people
Hieronymus the Hippopotamus,
Implied at times that he was xylotomous;
Even claiming to be most gregarious.
Real time though, he loved to be autonomous;
Only decidedly not anonymous;
Not to mention being quite hilarious.
Yet no one found him to be synonymous,
Moreover, with the crudely cantankerous;
Unlikely even to be obstreperous.
Some friends on the Nile found him magnanimous.
A grotesque guest arrives
cryptic look,I know he is naïve
A quiescent world of mine
The table where I dine
Susurration of silence of my room
Felicity of my walls, all of it so etheral
But it seems,I lost all of them because someone took my seat
True,I lost my space.
I am defiant,like serene
Talisman of my thoughts , it all belongs to me
He calls me synical,unctous
I pay him back, "listen,I am more of a obstreperous"
Shun down all his thoughts of taking over my bed.
Maladroit, wont get out,took over all my belongings...
Ya ...I lost my space
I feel a chafing around you
With your coarse attitude
You're grotesque ego means nothing to me
You harangue in your hoarse tones
Anyone who you feel opposes you
I find you ignorant and arrogant in truth
Unctuous and obstreperous you be
Vacant of beauty manifesting all that's ugly
Yet through all of your toxicity
Know that I will be here for you
Should you seek to change your attitude
And discover your love and light
That resides deep inside of you
Beneath that darkness, anger and hate
And find the fortitude to eradicate
And wipe these negativities away.
The Peak
Nothing easy in life to achieve
But only failure is achievable stress less
The road to success is full of obstreperous
I latter discovered that
End of a war is the beginning of another
No matter how the hindrance
Termites built their house
No matter how obstacles
They keep destroying their target
As tall a tree may
Squirrel pursuit until it reaches the top
Continue doing your worth
Thee will reach the peak
For thee to get thy want
You must be confident
Shakespeare has became a mirror
Wole Soyinka symbolize Africa
They both encounter challenge
They keep pursuing
Till their names are shining like a daily sun
and like a rounded moon
Lost In a Thought
Who am I...a tossed thought left to ramously rot in a sea of insanity?
What am I...a wondering wave a shackled slave a crumb of humanity?
Where am I... drowning in a whirlpool a salivating drool of organity?
Why am I...amidst the stars with battle scars in a universe of infinity?
Like a restless rust a defenseless dust futilely falling inside my being
A life unjust a windless gust perpetually lost within thoughts of fleeing
A wounded wreck unknown a depleted drone unadorned and unseeing
A cataclysmal clone in this realm I’m thrown my thoughts are bleeding
Watching the hands of time a mindless mime of the words unspoken
I am an endless evolving enzyme in a parasitic paradigm of the broken
Losing grip of reality a frantic flee adrift within the obstreperous ocean
Lost in a lost a condemned cost of evaporating memories of emotion.
Sept.29.2017
Lost
Sponsored by: Debbie Guzzi
Carefully coiffuring the etiquette garden of the cascading words
Trimming the elegant exuberant plethora of stumbling somnolent leaves
Happened upon an opulent slithering serpent and some bees
Hiding within the myriad of sublime transcendent trees
Shrieking in a shrill voice a cacophony was heard
And the shunned godly creature
Slithered serenely from the place of my obstreperous yells
And the words fell back into a peaceful tranquility and tune
Excusing the moments as serendipitous and absurd
But was harangue for no reason except tales of Slew (Foot)
And went about my business without any further adieu
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@Bonnie Gay Jennings, or Bonnie Jennings or Boondoggling with Bojenn @Wordpress 2013 to present 2016 ~
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