Short Obstreperous Poems
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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.