Obverse Poems | Examples

One Coin, Two Sides

What's true for you
even if it is insanity
may not be the same for me
as we each have our own reality
'There's two sides to every coin'
some are said to say
'But what about the edge,
when one is on display,
showing tails and the obverse?'
as a numismatist I insist
even a mirror reflects the reverse
yet when confronted with a conundrum
maybe at least you and me
will resolve the knotty quandary
with compromise and both agree to disagree

Sunset West of Eden

Candles wax time pulls it to Earth,
drops cool stilled hardens in seconds,
a fire holder girth, warps obverse,
candles wax time pulls it to Earth,
vapors prompt darkening observes,
fire loses fight gloaming transcends, 
candles wax time pulls it to Earth,
drops cool stilled hardens in seconds.

Obverse

Wisdom grows alone
darkness eyes attend 
wakes the light slumberer

Deep in wet dreams
respect waves the buried
grounds for divorce

Wind weather attitudes
cries mount
lies draw out

Greens wild the untamed
beast burdens the walled
shaft and base flowers

the unschooled gather names
foothold finds rest
virgin aroused the sleeper

Taste for the end
tomorrow another day
what was paradise?

Stags

intense . . . to begin with, belayed by hours
hewn soliloquy through obverse platitudes
benign, betrayal among friends, in grounds
of open mouths, a kraken of tongues regale
upon which bar the cocktails finally arrived

A Blessing and a Curse

Behold! Father sets before you a blessing and a curse
    Then he says, 'Choose the blessing; you could do worse.'

  'Am I,' you reply, 'a bit odd or perverse?'
    'Why would I choose the curse?' ... 

  A stranger appears at a fork in the road
  He urges caution: 'These roses you see at the start
    may turn to brambles and thorns after we part.'  
  'Which is the blessing and which is the curse
    may look like the truth but wind up the obverse.' ... 

  'Now I'm really confused,' you confess with a sigh
    'but I trust you, father, to explain me the wherefore and why'

  'Well then, my dear: There's a curse lies in every silver spoon'
    It's from shovels of dirt that true blessing is hewn.' 


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   Based on Deuteronomy 11: 26-28. (Torah portion - 'Re'eh').

Love

It is  an  age- old  vicious virus  of  a  kind,
Ever invisible ,alluring ,invasive  and  sly ,
Posing  to  be  a treat from the high sky ,
Blessing with bliss  the  heart and the mind ;
The  febri-fit  has  its  symptoms  to  find :
Vivid ,latent,obverse ,or perverse in close ally ,
Cloy in a way,yet  aye  leave  the  throat  dry ;
And Time  deserts  the desolate victim  far behind ;
Immunity brings forth expressions in disguise ,
Or structures ,souvenirs  and  memorials  eternal ;
The losers  are  all  set  to  be  in  a dark doom,
Unless they sense   self- love  and not despise ;
Life  from nativity , through the  time  vernal ,
By  Nature's  rule has to  stay  in  full  and  bloom .

A Seed a Weed a Dandelion

I’m blowing on you, pretty dandelion
Making a wish with every breathe
Pity your life is really short, then death.
I Blow on you again soft dandelion
As I watch a breath taking sunset,
The sun slipping quickly away, unreal,
The golden atmosphere surrounding us
Looks like a fairy tale, magical, surreal
Blowing again, but fear your end
As your sensuous feathery fluff 
Will soon disperse,
Your beauty of downy tufts 
Lasts for but a while,
And then becomes obverse.
Mesmerized I blow once more, 
You float away, could you be shy,
Or maybe sad, for soon you’ll die
I blow, your soft fluff, it floats up high 
Such a shame you’ll, be no more,
For your seeds and tufts are nearly gone
To your bare and centre core.
Although known as a mere weed,
Your heritage is the daisy flower
Your destiny, to spread your seed.
Far and wide you will travel dear friend,
The joy you’ll give is huge,
Although Henry, our Great Dane
Our almost human pooch,
Followed you far too close
And got your seedy fluff inside his nose,
He sniffs and incessantly wheezes
Have to take him to the vet,
As he can’t control, his sneezes!

Millennial's Curse

Earbuds in and phone in hand,
millennial’s converse

Language distant, eyes unshared,
their lives on hold—obverse

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

God Alive and Well

I don’t need a feed of pomp or a creed of fanfare to progress
Cos my God rains treasure trains
Teeming with blessings and fertile feelings to address the plight and stress
That threaten in tens to smuggle into my serenity pesky pains   

I detest as weakness in my knees lurks in the background
Severing thoughts and initiatives I design  
With much passion, dedication and diligence to break new ground
Despite hurdles and obstacles to which never will I consign

My future and culture in any era
I traverse to converse with the obverse of the coin
God granted me long before I stepped into any fora
Where by design God orders I join

Kindred souls to advance humankind’s goals
In the pursuit of the suit of fulfillment
Despite my stumbles, brambles,  catcalls, walls and falls
As God paves the way clear to ensure the annulment

Hostile tiles and piles suffer
Solstice and malice face
Goodwill and guidance prefer
Wealth and health race

Into my life where God pours blessings
Whether I deserve them or not
As my dedicated white dove sings
Whether the temperature of fate blows cold, tepid or hot.

I Forgot To Love Myself

Oh darling ! Without you oh dear !
The day nights over again now.
This spring morn rains with Autumn's tear.
Oh dear ! What a change I don't know !

I stared you though you simply looked,
You asked a hand , yet I gave two,
I was oil when you brightly blazed - 
You had been obstinate : I know.

I had no obverse to rue at.
Obverse ? WAIT ! Yes obverse I had -
From years to years , morn till late 
I had run for you - wild and mad.

Forgetting to love myself deep 
Is that change, obverse , you keep.

Millennial's Curse

Earbuds in and phone in hand,
  millennial’s converse

Language distant, words unshared,
 their lives on hold—obverse

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

Guilt

Guilt...!

Guilt rides,
on the chariot of truth
and how long can it go forth?
It  obscures the facts 
and obliterates the figures and
peps-up and cooks it's own broth!

It feels so heavy, 
wears out the only one who is privy 
and it is one's own knot to the naught!
On the obverse of the day, 
when you join the fray, 
be assured it gouges out your heart!

It holds on to the rein, 
in attempts so vain, 
yet it completely mauls one's sleep!
Thereon the day that dawn, 
there is only groan and moan,
 as it weighs you down only to make you weep!

Stave off this sorrow, 
nay wait for the morrow,
there is an easy way out if you scout!
Heaven is here to rejoice
and so is hell too as a choice,
It is left to us to find the route out to rout.

President Without a Precident

President Without A Precedent

Is a President
Without any precedent
Not with our consent

Listening to Rachel Maddow show
and this came to my mind. All 
of the negativism that is appearing
seems to have an obverse affect
creating a positive response.

Jim Horn

Obverse

OBVERSE
This is undeniable
Antithesis of my heart.
You are detrimental, 
undenounced with the consequential
and spoiled within the frozen.
A warfare of dichotomy from the start.

All plans foiled,
 all paths pre-chosen.
Ovulate in precession with the moon
This taste left begs the question
When is it cowardice to assume?
 All assumption requires is ignorance.
But even the ignorant 
Aren’t all too stupid, too soon.

Even the blind can envision
The message spelled out in the runes.

Prophets and fortune tellers
Cowards and idiots,
It’s fair to assume.

Fruit of the Earth

Fruit 
of 
the Earth.

Fruit on the tree,
strong connection at the stem
Retain a yearning,
The buffet that nature is
We dwell not to think that nothing doth feed upon dust,
Yet the rocks nourish the wind
Who feed so slowly— its like the obverse of light speed,
As it picks apart form, 
to form sand,
Like that in man’s made hourglass measuring time,
And we may measure time by suns overhead or moons under feet,
And you are eternally exhumed to once feed the living, once you are dead,
But you never die,
The crisp rigid bones, the soft flesh,
Rigid
Soft
Again,
To be exhumed,
The perfume you create for flexing nostrils
Short moon-cycled vibrant creatures yearning to resurrect the energy Nature’s sun has stored in you.

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