Obstreperous Poems

Obstreperous Thoughts

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.  

Swords Ovillejo

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.

boy with an unsafe homelife

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.

Modelers' New Year

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!"

Monster

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

Soul

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 Hippopotamus

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.

Lost My Space

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 Cannot Be Around You

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

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

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

There Is a Dragon In My Garden

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




Copyright
@Bonnie Gay Jennings, or Bonnie Jennings or Boondoggling with Bojenn @Wordpress 2013 to present 2016 ~

False Pretences

Life is full of surprizes, we are not surprised at all;

to church on a sunny summer morn at Petertide, 

to be shocked that the great and good of the borough

were there for the annual mayor's service, all well and good

except expecting the annual service for that most obstreperous of fishers, 

Peter the coward turned faulty Prince of the Apostles - and his rival-friend  Paul.


What does it matter? Their purpose: to shock the world to save it - then as now.

Delight In Wandering

Amid the concrete towers of modern life
some ancient preference in us calls
for sunshine dappled bowers.
There is respite in leafiness,
in tangled vines, obstreperous creepers,
in row, upon nonchalant row,
of fragrant roses.

A butterfly invites our eye
to ramble from monotonies of
daily drudge. 
We hearken back to some
lost paradise -  a game, intent
on restoration of  our addled brains 
We find again,
delight in wandering


Thursday, June 27, 2013

Downfall

Spewing forth contention
All ignorance to compel
Obstreperous yet dastardly
the politicians quell
Negection of poverty
within its own society
Unbalancing the scales of 
a nations sovereignty
Execration of innocence
A new age policy
A xenophobic corpulace
of mass conspiracy
Many masks of one shall bare
the fruits through others gains
Bleeding dry good ethics and
leaving honesty in bane
Replacing it with seething spite
Now a flag bloodstained
Disconsolation through mans indignation
Predictions of plight into subjugation
Resulting in a death of a nation!!!

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