Short Ostensibly Poems
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Donald Trump went to church today
Ostensibly to kneel and pray
The vicar wept
As Donald slept
Trump snores sounded more like a bray ......
dark letters in
the book of secrets
revealed ostensibly
rain of fears on
the field of unarmed
masses disturbingly
the last train leaves to
the white of the dawn
we are strangers here
Form:
RESPONSIBILITIES
motives
bequeathed
apparently
& ostensibly
in a
generative
proliferation
of
inherent perspective
of
upcoming
tranquillity
employed
as
aestheticas
inclusions
with conviction
embedded
in a
mirror image
to disclose
hard-pressed
perfection
translated
by reason
COLLABORTIONS
visual
indications
entirely sensual
in
a
prolonged
lament
a
nuanced
concept
ostensibly
incompatible
ambiguity
jnterpreted
instilled
in
shadow
a
transitory
dream
of
ultimate realty
generosity
a
distinctive
summation
of
a
complex
posture
dense&empty
“Fake it till you make it”
Now the world reeks of fake
And the throng who hail it
Suffer no shame or ache
For the welcome we bade it
Ostensibly for our sake
Camouflages the first who said it
And in his wake
We live and believe it
All fake, give or take
Can’t stand it, can’t shun it
Just sincerely fake
K. Muitherero
Mystically murky memories
Antagonize anyone and anything
Despite delving deep down
Each embellishment encompasses eternal envy
You yearn, yet…
Only one option opens
Understand, undertakings undo unambiguously
Live, laugh, love, let lie
Opt out of obligation
Offer open objections ostensibly
Knowledge kindles kindness
Denied
With early sunset, the heart descends,
veils of dusk and inconstant eyes,
Set to return home, but one last flight,
as darkness tears and stains vibrant vibes,
My denied emotions ostensibly pretend.
Written Oct 27th, 2015
© Dr. Upma A. Sharma
Contest- any sad poem
Awarded 2nd place win
Sponsor- broken wings
I hope to be the most convenient thing for thee
Though in the flesh I’m still unreachable to you
But in ethereal sense you may rely on me
Recline on me, this may be helpful too
I walk the sunny streets habitual ways
And like a watermark ostensibly shines through
the houses walls, the trees, there is your smiling face
Your dearest face I see, as if I am with you.
TRANQUIL IMAGES
imagination's
impending
arrival
dignified
simple
immersed
in
motifs
of
surprising
themed
coincidences
veiled
with
fanciful
wonder
lively
vigorous
episodes
characterising
ostensibly
profound
contemporary
illusions
to
apply
&
witness
intimate
schematic
formulations
a Pondering Moment
in the sensual hours of day...or night
can horrendously ache the mind
for every passing thought
leaves a sense of humane torment…or delight
they can ostensibly liquefy the heart
a split second of silence leads us back to the days
that we love so very much…or hate
and oh! how they tear ourselves apart
But we need them
These moments…
Keep us alive…or dead
Jack and Jill went up the hill,
a pail of water they would fill.
I guess that is their story still.
It always was and always will,
but, this reason given, ostensibly
does not hold up to scrutiny.
Let's take another look and see,
and, so, rewrite history.
What do you think this couple did -
something good morals would forbid?
I think they wanted to be hid
from prying eyes, off the grid.
Wringing Withering Words
Rhymes Remotely Rhetoric
Inherently Irritating Irony
Tying Tattered Trajectories
Enticing Ethereal Echoes
Relinquishing Ruined Rhymes
Stubbornly sitting stalwartly
Busily Busting Brain
Limiting, Losing. Lackluster
Ostensibly Ordering Oracles
Crumbling Cursive Curlicues
Klutzy Kerfuffle Kaleidoscope
Standing high atop a canyon
wall, a rising, thermal current
warmed my weathered face with gentle,
smoothest, invisible fingers.
Overhead a lone eagle glides
effortlessly, circling, dipping
downward, ostensibly playing.
His iterate screeching echoes
loudly through the narrow chasm.
Genuine freedom on the wing
but unaware how free he is;
and I who deems to be as free
knows that it’s only an ideal
one that can never be achieved.
Onto peaks the setting sun has splashed its brilliant red.
Clouds cavort in the twilight's cerise as geese soar overhead.
Trees along the mountains’ ridges, trembling in the breeze,
Ostensibly flaunt leaves bright scarlet, tangerine and gold.
Beautiful and bedazzling, and the mundane now flees.
Eventide’s extravaganza, such bliss to behold -
Rhapsody of colors! Fall has me in its hold.
For the Colorful Fall Poetry Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron