Short Oblique Poems

My world is oblique
Saturday, day of mourning
Read books in a week....

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Chilled musty air
Teasing ageing crag-
The Owl oblique.

© Harry J Horsman  2011...

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What
is it
that I seek-
oh to find the
oblique,
the
unsaid,
the hidden,
the what,where and
when...

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Listen to poem:

love's her quills stillness
concupiscence understood
of her oblique sounds


2020 February 10...

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Oblique our past as the future
And that is between tomorrow
Today is all we need to nurture
To cure the presence of sorrow...

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Lived a sly lady of Mozambique
who seductivly offered a peek.
Men paid her a buck
but were out of luck.
What they saw was totally oblique....

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--- No "news flash", obviously ---

just a momentary flickering,

a little something of the infernal

plays through the warm glow

of the inviting angel's face....

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Trump Really Recalcitrant

Not pertaining to Trump is irrelevant;
He was mad and became recalcitrant,
Brain oblique;
Likes to leak,
And ignores  if you are an immigrant.

Jim Horn...

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Noiseless wrinkles
on our forehead
the frontiers of history,
shed oblique glances
at Homer's verses.
Illusions
full of guilt
redeem
wounded whispers
that became echoes
in lighted caves
of the fools and the innocent....

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My tongue is tied around poetry
Mind fried around metaphor 
Alliteration obliteration 
Oblique technique 
Enjambment enjoyment ended
Ditty writing suspended
Poetry smoetry
Low ebb tree
Bread free
For birds
That
Sing...

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Yo, 
oblique
Dominique,
doublespeak dove,
with geek’s technique,  you squeaked whispers of love.

Wise advice from well-seasoned whippoorwill.
Fulfill your thrill,
a trained trill
can still
angst.

October 13, 2020...

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A golden fortune
lingers along the patterns
of my palm; a opiate suave
the mere touch; a picturesque
symbolic of greed and dishonor
thousands of lips taste
swiped corporate rhinestones

By Glenn McCrary

© 2012 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)...

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The gaping hole you left in my heart
When you went away seems to tear away at my soul. 
Without your warmth
The world seems to darken and diminish.
Everything looks oblique 
Until the moment you return 
And wash away all that seemed to make me forlorn....

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I’m in a spin.
Don’t be long.
Need your skin.
Know I’m wrong.

It takes my mind.
All of space.
A fold in time.
Dotted face.

Your oblique eyes.
No rest for me.
Sow this lie.
A galaxy.

Gravitate.
Orbit in sin.
With stars are fate.
Sweet alien....

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slouching in a pink blue chair
any chair
the room is not square
with two eyes oblique

the lines vanish 
to many spots 
somewhere 
anywhere
between the ceiling and the floor
the walls and the door 

the room
the world 
like Picasso still lifes
a collage of shapes
colors and textures

are like many people...

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Smooth sillabub blended well 
Enchanting senses, advances,
Dances of romance enhanced>> your now
Under my hypnotic trance.
Charm, incense, this well 
Thought out caper.  
Intrigued by your mystique,
Over-joyed, I stand oblique.>> our love
Nexus is now complete.


Jared Pickett
2/27/2010
Asavvy1...

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"I don't know!" is the current DC speak,

     Said with considerable tongue in cheek!

          Straight talk they are eschewing!

               Don't they know what they're doing?

                    We'd like a lot more truth and less oblique!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved...

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Sadness falls, its colors oblique,
we lust for joy, a smile we seek,
a tender voice in anger's reigns
we turn from hate and lies' refrains.
In our world, changing as it dies,
surviving: Hope and butterflies.

February 16, 2022
For Bite Site Poem #36 Contest
by Line Gauthier
P.S. Syllable Counter
Honorable Mention...

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Fear breeds bout:
Odd one out,
A strange shout.


Feel the fear:
Crash what's clear,
Drown fond cheer.


Know that feel:
Hurts now bill,
Purge lost thrill.


Lost not found:
In mad grounds,
Pain moods pound.


Ooze of zest:
Now drowns fest,
Odd blown jest.




Leon Enriquez
08 November 2018
Singapore...

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at last...

      into the sunrise sea

         of my  mellow sunset, 

            I shall wade, I shall sink ,

               deep into  the penumbra
  
               of an old, oblique horizon, 

            and only then shall I be 

         blissfully nothing again,

      like I truly was

at first......

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She’s crowned with scattered clouds oblique
An iron wrought and sculpted queen
While holding court o’er lesser peaks
Within her kingdom sharp and keen
Chaste ice floes worship at her feet
Where the earth the sea and skyline meet



Contest name: Another, Nature Verse
Sponsor: John Freeman

Margaret Foster  Sept 2011...

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Only an oblique ray of sun
Applauded my soliloquy.
It shattered a wired window
(In a last desperate attempt
     To stay above the night rim)
As my voice echoed
Around the walls and
A phantom crowd
Remained silent.

 [First published in The Poet, Fine Arts Society, Doris Nemeth, Editor, Autumn 1980.]
June 30, 2021 Poetry Soup...

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Today as any day,
No more, No less.
Programmed obliqueness.
Awakening,
Shower to clean,
Breakfast to UN-fast.
PC and Poetry, for the mind,
Wal-Mart to refurbish,
Then we dine.
PBS,
PC and Poetry,
Card game and munch.
Supper,
TV,
Then, bedtime.
Today as any day,
No more, No less,
Scheduled obliqueness.
Silently, more or less....

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Nomadic moon was roaming
in the maddened fear of night.
A wordless journey in silent dark.

Betonica
for a painless being,
sustains the blues of separation.

An inverted green
puts the roots upward
to send a message.

Fear breaks the bones
to mould the claws.
There was no oblique answer.

Nobody was blameless.


SATISH VERMA...

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Our car, among the classics
Our things, became antique
We, turned into relics
And our friends, befit a clique

Our cottage, now the hermitage
Our home, is a relique
Our life, will be a heritage
And when we talk, it’s a critique

What we do, has grown archaic
Our habits, turned oblique
Our thinking, esoteric
But now, we are unique
WIZDUMBs by JA 418...

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