Overtly Poems | Examples

The Falling Out

The Falling Out

I find the ceiling fan
quite interesting – a whirling
meditation; -- blades
whiz! – air cooling unseen
yet felt

apparently
all affecting not overtly visible

how one’s heart reacts to currents

oblivious to detached others -- 

when we had our falling out
a great storm rocked worlds
no mention by the local meteorologist
nor cosmologist
seismologist
or an especial priest -- 

What’s one more or less, our universe~

to the greater emotional theme?

Forte Hanky Panky

Bound so tight with your silken love
tends to excite that wild beast within.
The dark of a crow and light of a dove.

This collaboration I’m eager to begin,
you leave me breathless and sweating.
I fall hard for that overtly masculine grin.

Your wet growl leaves me anticipating,
it echoes the tempo that haunts me.
Don’t say this is a game we’re playing.

Our version of forte hanky-panky,
you can’t cover this song acoustically.

What are ploits

What are ploits and why do they have so many exs
Shouting claim overtly loud
Shall I ex……………………..pand
It’s plain
That Squelchy ex
Tend to give hugs
This one ex is cruciating
Clever when I am pert
Trod when I meant to Trude
Breathing with my exs sighs
Begone fish and old friend
Perfect act ex
……………….it

Blueprint for Devastation

They interviewed the artist 
inside of her large blueprint mansion.
At one point she criticized America 
for being overtly materialistic.
Her painting studio alone, was large enough to
house half a dozen desperados...
but instead, it harbored dozens of giant unsold paintings.
I was amazed by how bright a person could be
but at the same time completely blind to their own 
devastating hypocrisy.

Sad and Done

Doesn’t seem if I understand anymore
Things I considerably understood
I don’t visit the places I used to know
Don’t think what’s evil and what is good
Sad and done, still I play my part
According to the predetermined text
Too much of events around, I depart
Don’t want to know what will come next
Not that I’m full of something important
Or I am overtly empty inside
Not that I want to do what I’m potent
To do, and I don’t, cause something I hide
But a massive tiredness of all this 
Consumes me like Jonah was by the whale
I give up, despite that something I miss
Anyway it would lead to a stale.

EUROVISION SONG CONTEST

EUROVISION SONG CONTEST

Every year, it is getting ever more weird
Unlikely now that actual songs are judged
Risky costumes and acts are getting stranger
Overtly gender-neutral in displays of pride
Voting is always political, and predictable
It all started off being just about the music
Songs themselves now seem not to matter
I admit these days I do avoid that TV show
Ostentatious spectacle has become the norm
Now, it is not even just European countries

Avian Sorcery

Cunning Sam craved to catch caged canary,
feigned sly not to be overtly scary.
      He sneaked with dinner in mind,
      caught in cage, Sam starved confined.
The bird performed Houdini sorcery.

Sailing The Seven Seas

The sapphire seas 
show in seamless 
turquoise spread 
the perfect poise 
of unique aquatic 
equanimity of enormity
harmoniously sparkling 
lilting luster
of cerulean sky
reflection echo 
resonates with 
cobalt whisper 
of waltzing waves.

Platinum periphery 
embroidering embellished
lustrous lattice
of drifting cloud
corrugated clumps 
suffused with
silver sunrays
of cupid’s arrow 
adoringly enticing 
entrance overtly
the ancient mariner 
to embark upon 
a new voyage 
of attrite atonement   
for he has left
in supercilious stupor
the seventh sea 
unsailed.

He drifts desolate
with disquiet trepidation  
in quandary qualm
on the clarion call 
of swaying uncertainty 
lurking latent
in languor swells
of steamy sea
the archaic essence 
of his forlorn life 
anchored enamored 
on senile shore 
the quaint ship
sails sanguine 
from antique quay 
of safe sanctuary
on southern wind 
blowing beguiled 
with perfumed promise
the serene soul 
serenades content
to the tranquil tune 
of the shredded sail 
silently promising 
to take him 
to his new home
harbored beyond
the seven seas.

If the world would be like me

If the world would be like me
there will be no wars
Peace will be the first decree
overtly endorsed 
Love will be the law for good
Common understanding
Will prevail, just how it should
Larks will be ascending 
to the summer skies of blue
then descend with grace
to the garden grown by you
There will be no race
No oppressive vanity 
will make any sense
If the world would be like me
it would cut expense
But alas, the world we know
Looks a lot like them
Who are running this old show
with the newer lambs
Some offended gods can’t break
their favorite toy 
And a wiser god can’t make
world of peace and joy.

Nay Say I

Nay say I
the cart 
will not  
be put 
before the horse
wisdom as old as time
I will therefore 
not
tacitly
or 
overtly 
tip the nod
in “bro” fashion
in support   
of your comments
about your wife’s cooking
not until 
I have dined at her table
and tasted her cooking 
which 
I am sure
cannot be
as bad 
as you say it is
I am absolutely positive 
that a woman
with legs and a figure like hers 
will cook like an angel.

Random page Story 1

Time has weathered its walls, and nature has claimed it as its own, with vines and foliage covering every surface as if foraging for room. The air is thick with a sense of dejic-mystery and significance depicted overtly by the castle's towering entrance. There are tales and tall tales that surround this place, that ignite one's curiosity even further. If you get the right traveler and enough ale. But never had any of them acquired the knowledge of it's location. Most of them even ending their accounts with, "but all of it but a myth", or it's equivalent. 

Is this overgrown castle, that whispers of it's readiness to divulge its secrets and echoes that have been shaded within its walls and forgotten by Time, playing with the imagination or siring a confidant, a worker of its magics.
Graft appeared as a small child in contrast as he pushed open the Great doors. They let out a great shriek from age and unuse, sounding much like a Vulcarn ready to dive, giving battle cry as the last thing one would hear before the black...

Disparity Designed In Enigma Of Life

It has been quite long that we’ve been intimate,
in rain and in shine we’ve fostered our entwined fate.
In the dune of my mind mirages disappear in the desert,
make your shifting shadow overtly overcast my heart. 

The dream clouds of parched passion don’t come low, 
my horizon waits weary for the southern wind to blow,
bring your wispy winsome charisma with the sunset glow, 
in its spectral surge my chromatic craving yearns to flow.

Time comes when disparity develops from consuming closeness, 
dancing to your music in the misleading maze makes no sense. 
Our detangled roads diverge, I see at the end of the day,
out of conundrum I choose the one taking me from you far away.

Our differences are like the pieces of a puzzle called life,
I drift with no rancor out of the realm of the extant enigma rife. 
I won’t detest you if in my dull days you don’t ever shine, 
I would walk my life’s pathway the way I want, for it’s mine.

Obdurate Being

I walk my life on my own terms I set,
create the course on the lone pathway I pave.
I see probing faceless uncalled people pile,
break the barrier of protected privacy and pry,
asking incisive questions piercing my persona,
I don’t answer.

They want their footprints I follow compliant,
abandon what defines me on the wayside,
exist as a formless empty entity impersonated.
Caustic comments they make of me being inflexible,
on the atypical manner I behave, overtly odd to them, 
I don’t react.

My heart quivers in the quicksand of harsh times,
emotions struggle to rise from the despondent debris.
Things good done for me I can’t acknowledge loud,
the bud of love for you blooms in me, I adore unexpressed.
Porous sensitivity absorbs all the feelings inarticulate, 
I don’t demonstrate. 

I will be doing till the end what I do, not being blunt,
even if you call me an obdurate being,
I don't care.

In a World Gone Mad Part II

Freshly awake from feeling trapped in a dream
I drink Sleepytime tea in the dark and
Read an article perfectly summarizing the modern world of
Cluster B personality disorders - the underlying psychopathology 
Now overtly on display in a world gone mad

It hits the proverbial nail on the head
But maybe that's the problem  
I don't want to be a nail, nor even a needle
I want to be just fingers tying
Knots on a loom

Like in the old days around the fire
As stories and tall tales of Gods and Giants swirl
And so like everyone else
Stick my hammered, needled, knotted head
Deep in the proverbial sand

(10/25/23

Sentiment An Open Form

SENTIMENT
 commitment
highly personal
 orthodoxy.
in
 modern values
so
enigmatic


a
tableaux
displayed
an inward
looking
response
a
temporary
 reaction
ushering
youthful
 fervour

distancing
the
inherent
musing
mediated
&
inscribed

 the
   ultimate
  translation
   remains
to
overtly
   accomplish

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