IN EXPERIMENTAL MOOD-:-
shadows
unobtrusively
eliminate
passive
scenes
in the SUNLIGHT
blossom
genuine
motifs
juxtaposed
prompts
endowed with DIMENSION
suggested
zoned
close-up
spread-out
presentations
my father was a quiet man
He spoke with his eyes and his smile
We heard not his voice unless mother was out of the house
No surprise, we were all a bit intimidated by her
She was queen bee, quietly, unobtrusively, stealthily
father was a salesman; and quite good at it
He could sell glass igloos to giant pony dog owners
we did not know this for years, but we learned to believe it
because everyone told us about his amazing deals
His terrific stories, his insane antidotes better than other salesmen
We have no doubt he would have been a marvelous conversationalist
if he had not used all of his skills on the world at large
when he got home, he was completely at rest
lying in front of a tv set, snoring away his free time
but when he did look up, he spoke with his eyes and his smile
and it was more than enough.
she glides into your life quietly and unobtrusively
pretending to be dainty, shy, demure, fooling you once again
because you are gullible and ready to believe in her good intentions
her first bite is but a neck nibble, not horribly painful
a mistake she giggles, and you believe her
because you really want to
She has those pretty green eyes, and that adorable smile
you give her your heart, and share your bank account
she’s grateful, giddy, and gives you the answers you searched for
let’s move her in you think
all of your relatives are screaming no
because they know you, and they have seen this web before
she is spinning her lies and cheats into a dainty tidy nest
you are caught before you realize how painful her bite really is
a practiced smile on her face
a mother’s oenomel breath puffs wind under gossamer wings
reminiscent of the translucent wings of green lacewings—
mistaken for a pest, but beneficial—
to strike out and explore a thorny world
resisting the siren call of spring’s scent
turning their heads with songs of love
emerging personalities
unravel the cocoon spun in love
as naiveté fragmentises into bluster
a mother unobtrusively dries tears
desiring a moral code of empathy towards all
the sweet fragrance of pride
a tantalising selection between
intrinsic values and
natural curiosity—
concomitant heartbeat tempos to dog-eared sheet music of ambition
culminating in Life’s crescendo
natural selection, be damned
as recalcitrant offspring echoes eons of mitochondrial resilience
It's all right there, from you don't hide
The love for you I hold inside
You'll see it unobtrusively
A wink, a smile, quietly
It's not with fanfare that I show
But little sayings like, you know?
Or small things claimed to represent
Bookmarks for accomplishment
A faded white shirt
accents his rumpled brown suit
He takes his place unobtrusively
sits content, quietly
His preferences pedestrian
narrowly bourgeoisie
Guests sample exotic liquors
His pleasure is tea
He cares not for flaming duck, nor for pheasant-under-glass
His pudgy fingers put a chokehold on a peanut butter sandwich
For dessert, the raspberry tort was recommended
~ Buffett pockets two mints, peppermint-scented
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Of course, it's 'The Oracle of Omaha!' Is there any other Buffet
on the world's radar?!
Purely innocent
Completely tolerant
Unconditionally loving
Totally understanding
Overtly gullible
Unobtrusively humble
Intimately sympathetic
Thoroughly empathetic
Throughout caring
Never ignoring
Perpetually loyal
Consistently grateful
Labouriously studious
Discreetly judicious
Immediately yielding
Indiscriminately sharing
Socially polite
Un-assumedly modest
Flexibly adjusting
Unquestioningly accepting
Astonishingly punctual
Immanently answerable
Ever committed
Naturally obligated
All definitions read but not hold good,
For, being good is definitely being victimised!
Heavenly September is marvelous in its beauty,
Unobtrusively stroking each trust is gratifying,
Relentless daylight sprinkles alluring lewd duty,
Exuberant sparkles of elation are truly mollifying,
As auld relics fade, raw ones are soft as kid's booty.
Written: September 17, 2022
Remember September Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
The rippled lake ebbs strangely silent
while memories cling to me---
there's not a tinge of you here anymore
and my fiery pulse now withers:
I roam upon the dunes of time
as current’s surge echoes like waves' blare,
your indifferent glance marks
a broken oath without even one phrase told...
How I feel heart's nudge
this mindful certainty allowing me
to grasp the quicksand of truth--
You are not coming back, ever,
that from instinct's light, I finally concede
when quelled language
numb as a crest unobtrusively waning
-----------------means a goodbye not uttered.
For Richard Lamoureux 's Contest
Honourable Mentions Worth Mentioning
Re-posted 01/05/2019
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This is perhaps one of my poems which touched
me dearly when I wrote it. I felt the anguish
of not being able to speak what the heart needed
to express by using metaphors and symbolism.
With sincerity, I did not expect to get an HM. Thank you.
Time passes and night succumbs to day, dawn
The harbinger of renewal and the mourning of
Past moments. Pallor in the eastern sky
Takes on a crimson hue, as some courtesan's lips,
Flooding the world with rich vitality and promise.
This memory fades a little more, though emotion
Argues that it should not disappear into oblivion.
And the sun inspects the world, indifferent to
Our small hurts and despairs, more concerned that
Light bring joy and the small death of forgetfulness.
And as the day brings awakening, the bustle and
Distractions of life, that memory is pushed aside;
And a subtle relief unobtrusively pervades the
Busy mind, and future promise beckons.
Losing its pretence of absolute control,
light it seemed was fumbling for a solace
in the unending pit of coming night.
Shadows trudged into the living room,
sliding through the Persian carpet unobtrusively
to claw their way up onto the black wallpaper and dissolve,
like a river ceases to exist in the sea.
As the journey from day to night
must pass through the interlinked border of twilight,
there also has to be an estuary in a story with a river and a sea,
to bring it a sense of completion
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Date: 07/11/2017
You gave me a gift, but I didn’t open it.
The beautiful package lay intact
And I looked at it from time to time:
Dusted around it, moved it even,
but it remained pristine in its wrapping.
Often I forgot it was there as it sat
Unobtrusively amongst the chaos.
Life scurrying by, its dramas erupting,
There it remained, ribbon faded
By the sunlight from the window.
Then one day, in a rare moment of quiet,
I saw it from the corner of my eye.
I pulled a tiny piece of fraying ribbon
And unfettered the intricate box.
The lid moved as it became untied.
Now I knew I had to look inside:
It had lain unnoticed for so long -
There was a promise wrapped in tissue,
A hand for me to hold, and in a corner
Almost hidden, was a heart of solid gold.,
weeping women
there are women,
of no great happenstance,
in this world,
almost invisible.
they are there and here because
we are still here.
sit in offices, labour in factories,
care for homes and toil in fields.
they have no outstanding
talent or accomplishment
by which they shine
save one,
they are the women who weep.
a soft greyness, doves breast, permeates
their open hearts
small streams of sorrow
cast as tears
pour forth unobtrusively
for the earth, their mother,
her missing and wounded
and all the thoughtless selfish
transgressions, perpetrated
in the name of civilization.
most often they do not know
why they cry
for there seems no reason
in their lives
but the silent moments come
perhaps to give sign of Gaea’s pain,
to wash away the layers of suffering.
In the darkness a flicker of moonlight,
shadows dance. Kissing her long and sweetly
teasing, capturing her sigh craze delight,
she let out a moan unobtrusively.
"I love you. I murmured, "Just you and I."
You make my body sing and my heart soar.
Is this called love, or is it just a lie?
I found my happiness I yearn for more.
I lie and daydream to belong to her,
feeling so incomplete and so helpless;
in me an ache causing a storm to stir,
holding forever leaving me breathless.
Never had to think of no one throughout,
had only myself to worry about.
7/11/2017
Earthy barmy leafs scurry
Pulling rapidly in peak flurry
Lamenting blind as mists worry
Crude cool calm earth attacks slowly
Silly calm breeze shoo wholly
Sharp plume vanishes hollowly
Descending riveted cloud gleam
Sputtering upon scratching stream
Hurries vacantly in sprinkling steam
Lying oaks bewail 'n bemoan
Unobtrusively giggling delicately unknown
On clear red foundlings windblown
Deciduous elm trees fluster
As slow clouds be one of cluster
Above and slowly disappears in a duster
Suavity forlorn pebbles grieve
Amongst sluggish ol' buttermilk sky heave
As stars twinkling thru' pea soup vapor retrieve
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