"unobtrusively" poems
***** and secure, yet weathered and worn
Faithfully it stood surviving the storms
Cracking and peeling … its colors are muted
Stubbornly standing yet obviously wounded
Absorbing abuse for those in her shelter
Unobtrusively stands against all ghostly specter”
Apr 28, 2012
Apr 28, 2012 at 12:19 AM UTC
He sat behind me
At dinner
Unobtrusively
So quietly I didn't
Couldn't
Notice
He was there
Until
The music started
A melody
I hadn't heard
In months,
Days,
Years
My favorite
So I turned away from
The conversation
And listened
Intently
To the Broadway magic
That brought me
Back
To times gone by
I missed
This
The music of my childhood
It is a type of magic
Like any song
I suppose, but
Special
At least to me
That violinist
Behind me at dinner
Continued to play my
Memories
For me
And returned me to
Happiness
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 3:46 PM UTC
Pure tranquility amongst immense vulnerability
Embrace the placid pace as interlacing moments of divinity create a symmetrical vision of femininity and masculinity
Cultivating humility in unobtrusively exercising providential gifts
Ancient relations uncovered through self-refinement; revel in a realm of silence peculiarly deepening this divine assignment.
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 8:46 PM UTC
*one slipped out
unobtrusively*
now
instead of walking safely
on a globe
you're slipping
on that one marble...
so ...out of place
S T, 7 July 2013
Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC
And-
Comes between youme.
ConnectorAndBridge,
Unobtrusively.
A wall, a barrier to me.
And-
Sneaking in heartsoul.
And-
Ready to rockroll.
And-
There to remind us,
What separates binds us.
Dec 13, 2009
Dec 13, 2009 at 7:13 AM UTC
a yellowish shroud
is placed hurriedly
upon starched white sheets
revealing vicious contrasts
where the cullan trees lie
where the cullan trees lie
its Hessian appearance
an omen, a foretold event
like breathing deeply in a silence
amidst the history of a great disorder
where the cullan trees lie
where the cullan trees lie
violent ink stains
on folding parchment
embalm themselves
upon the thickness of a sorrow
where the cullan trees lie
where the cullan trees lie
placed deep within
shallow subterranean depths
of an enigmatic being
that is both engineering and entrenching
where the cullan trees lie
where the cullan trees lie
its perplexing sensations causing
a wonderful ingrained passion
to erupt with imponderable abstracts
where truth does not exceed exception
where the cullan trees lie
where the cullan trees lie
the shroud provides a false tranquillity
where there is no longer breath
imposes itself unobtrusively
with wonderful staccato caresses
where the cullan trees lie
where the cullan trees lie
it proclaims an innocence of salvation
yet gives gauge to spectacular routes
and an enormity of misconceptions
amid prestigious beatifications
where the cullan trees lie
where the cullan trees lie
oh sweet smelling blue abyss
oh deluded reality
dressed in a winding sheet
of meaningless words
where the cullan trees lie
where the cullan trees lie
wrapped in phrases of falsehood
amidst this purgatorial fog
a twilight world of mysterious ailments
maintains a world of external restraints
where the cullan trees lie
where the cullan trees lie
creates and emptiness, a vacancy
provides an intoxication of vision
a strangeness of sensation
a world transparent
where the cullan trees lie
where the cullan trees lie
read the sentences of silence
breathe the perfume of never fading flowers
and see for the first time
the unfinished likeness of others
where the cullan trees lie
where the cullan trees lie
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 6:11 AM UTC
Seclusion
Tonight is a dark night
Here within the garden of the deceased-
In this place where wounded spirits who have lost their sanity
Are banned from the world outside,
Here in this desolate place where nobody sees the light of day.
I am alone where the walls are barren and
The floors have yellowed-
***** stained and tiles are cracked-
I stare at the ceiling through a curtain of tears falling from bloodshot eyes-
Moribund, I cannot escape past memories of merciless abuse which are colliding with
Recollections of profound neglect buried in the depths of a graveyard of despair-
As in a scene from a tragic film, I have become the infamous star,
I hear the wall clock outside steadily ticking
Rhythmically in time with hellions screaming from inside the fortress of my mind-
My emaciated body is robed in a sallow gown and
I can feel serpents twisted about my calves constricting.
This is a dark night-
This is a dark night where I have lost my grasp on veracity-
This is a dark night where I have been separated from the outside world-
This is the garden of the deceased, where
Phantasmal gravestones surround my dissolving soul-
My mind is in a wretched state and my thoughts are bellowing lunacy-
My cries for help have been silenced.
My worm infested brain is decaying-
I can only hear above the screaming stillness
The ticking of the wall clock outside, and
Threatening voices emanating from inside of my mind-
Putrid scents of rotting corpses infiltrate this cell and
I vociferate madness as the dirges that echo about my mind attempt to deafen me-
Neither moonlight nor sunlight can penetrate this windowless chamber-
Within this garden of the deceased where my spirit has just perished-
This is a dark night and I have been banned from the world outside-
In a desperate search for relief my outstretched arms attempt
To reach towards heaven as I can feel
My dissolving spirit sinking through the cracks in the decrepit linoleum tiles below-
I believe I can hear angels singing ‘Abide with me’ mourning the death of my soul-
The wall clock outside ticks on and on as I have lost my battle with fate-
I have become a lone cadaver buried here in the garden of the deceased-
This is a dark night where time has unobtrusively slipped away.
Claudia Krizay
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 5:08 PM UTC
You snake around me.
I never see you coming.
Appearing in the tall grasses of people,
and disappearing like vapour,
You are not a rattlesnake, aren't you?
Your hushed strikes do not startle me anymore.
I am too numb by the hustle and bustle of the crowd.
I am too tired of this struggle to fade away.
Are you going to sink your fangs into me?
I should never have turn my back on a viper.
Your lethal venom surely brought on this illness that I am unable to heal.
This mental disease entered my bloodstream,
traveling so unobtrusively that I have not notice it take complete control over me.
You wreck me up inside
immobilising me in every conversation
every question that demands an answer I cannot give.
Is there an antidote to end this slow sweet torture?
Are you going to hide behind a corner?
Your forked tongue can sense my fear as i draw nearer.
I do not want to find myself falling into your embrace.
You will entwine me further into yourself,
Tangle me in your web of fear, anxiety and self destruction.
And even as you crush and constrict harder,
As I suffocate slowly and my lips turn blue,
I cannot find my voice.
I cannot ask for help.
Anxiety is like a python after all.
Its steals your breath and quietens your heart before swallowing you whole.
Slowly.
Painfully.
Soundlessly.
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 9:46 AM UTC
Beating wings of the caged butterfly
With powder so perfect and clean
Tears begin to stain my wings
Don't smother my veins
I need some time to evolve
Shed my layers
Gathering the strength I will need
I'm becoming speckled with shades of green
If only you could see
He unobtrusively empties my grace
I try not to encur his madness
I do have eyes I can see
I'm heading north
I will not be returning in the fall
My fragile body will soar soon
Swaying in the powder blue sky
Drinking sweet nectar
In circles I begin to glide
Dreaming of escaping this space
The freedom was always there
I know it's not right
I return
My essence is splintered can't you see
Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 1:05 AM UTC
Nerves
Rushing and tingling through my body
Standing on the edge ready to jump
Deep breath
I’m a balloon expanding with air
I’m light as a feather
Tethered to the ground
My feet and legs are grounded
My head is floating
Chin up and shoulders back
Briefly closing my eyes
Feel the tension of expectation
Relax, as though slipping into a warm bath
The air gains pressure,
Waiting to burst free
Let it go
Flowing as effortlessly as a breeze
With the energy to become a storm
I expose my soul
Releasing unbridled emotions
Love struck, Heartbroken, Forgotten
I feel and express it all
On my voice flows pure emotion
The end is near
The last remnants of air escape from my lungs
They linger in the room,
Unobtrusively fading to silence
The strings of this marionette are cut
I return to reality
The walls once more conceal my soul
A bittersweet longing to go back
As a single tear rolls down my face,
I smile--a soft, secret smile
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 12:50 PM UTC
A day that i missed you,
Its like a hundred years;
And I feel blue,
Oh what a lovely day!
If I could be with you;
Everyday, my life will be more colorful,
If I am with you...
The uncanny feeling you brought to my heart,
Made me fluster in all of my acts;
You kindle my freezing land,
By your smile that burns me into ashes...
The door to my heart opened unexpectedly,
Then I saw you standing there,
As you walk unobtrusively;
Cant help to gawk and gaze,
To your beauty universally ultra...
My ulterior feelings for you;
Makes me to twitter in shivering,
Too abysmal to kiss even just once,
Ardently, Let me walk with you;
In a beautiful night;
Of stars and moonlight...
-Joseng Pulpol 1999-
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC
When I go to the woods
I do not write “I was here”
On the bark of some tree;
I do not leave plastic bags,
Or cups and beer bottles
To commemorate my stay;
It is enough that I see
Unobtrusively, for a while,
The forest aflame in autumn,
As white water rushes down
The green ancient mountains
Under a benign blue sky;
I do not need too much more:
The deer will graze again,
Here where I stand watching;
The daisies will grow quietly,
And rain will fall on this meadow
When I leave without a footprint;
So it should be with my life.
Too much value is given
To the quest for permanence;
I shall be like the summer wind
That passes through the woods
Invisible but scented:
It shall not matter when I’m gone.
But I shall be glad to have seen
All this beauty, and these woods,
Though briefly, ah so briefly.
Diptesh Ghosh
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 9:28 AM UTC
For a while she'd had her eyes on you;
Behind the shadow of her dark cloak,
In a corner she waited unobtrusively;
She'd followed the signs,
And the pieces were all coming together,
As if inevitably.
Your guardians were now deserters;
Mighty, the circle of exchanged promises that had once stood,
Bold and fearless, impenetrable as a fortress,
Now lay crumbled, rubble beyond ruin,
Leaving that path a ghost of the past,
Arches without doors,
Cold paved verandahs overrun by mist and piles of stone,
Where there'd been bright lit walls that resonated voices and held in warmth;
There, amidst the thick white wisps, the cloaked lady lurked,
Watching your empty footsteps walk.
Where went the angel who smiled upon you in the heart of a storm?
Who spoke a promise into your eyes,
And put her arm around your hurting soul?
If I trip in the treacherous night, you asked,
And as before, deep in a gorge I find myself fall,
Listen for my song, and trust, said she,
Reach, and my hand will be there, locked upon yours.
So arrived a night, darker than any before,
A narrow tunnel sprung up around you and the floor gave way;
Deep into this shaft as you fell,
There was no song, and no one came,
And you did not see,
Way above by the corner of the well,
Behind her dark cloak's hood,
The shadow lady watched in silence,
As you buckled alone under the black night's spell.
Silent tears seep into your palms,
You subdue the sniffles, lest a neighbor heard;
Defeated, then, you lie huddled on your bed,
Quietly you withered like a winter plant;
Somewhere, once, there was a voice from within -
"There are those who care, there are those who love!"
You muster a little smile,
There are those you let down,
To them you pray sorry,
There are children who expect you to be strong,
You wish them strength,
And then everyone else - who would not understand,
Where you lie is an island,
You wish it were different,
It might have been;
The promise of what could be,
Like a treasure you carry.
She looks upon you, by the side of your bed,
And you look back,
She leans over and wraps you in her cloak,
No wait!
Your eyes dart behind - empty, weary room,
And your phone as still as if it were dead;
You lay in the dark,
And she carries you away.
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 2:25 PM UTC
I don't want to blot you,not with my inconsquentiality,
nor do I want to etch you with my feelings,
you bore my feelings and strength unobtrusively,
perhaps with a tad resistance of gravity.
people take advantage of your limpidity
and write trivia on you as I do,
you enlightened me to the point of
absurdity and nothingness.
I thank for that,knowing that even
gratitude does make you indifferent.
you are only few of those who doesn't have
any intentions in the chores they perform.
I write on you,wipe you,tear you,distort you,
but you bear all with love and no resistance,
for that you have become irresistible.
I exude my happiness,exasperation yet
you are stoical,I imbibe that nonchalance.
you are slim yet you are eternally exporable.
you dwell in myriad artists yet
you are indifferent to anyone.
I perceive how indiscriminate you are and
how you are not prejudice.
you are the cluster of atoms that is closer to my heart,
perhaps the confluence of descendant atoms.
who says atom has no feelings I see here,
the way you embrace me
when my tears shed on you,
and when you endure it no more,
you just wrinkle yourself by absorbing me,
disintegrating yourself...................
ALIGHT YOUR WAY TO THE ETERNITY,
FOR THIS IS NOT YOUR ABODE....NOR MINE....
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 9:49 AM UTC
I've grown aware that my brain
is tuned incorrectly.
The antenna that detects frequencies
(art, truth, and death turn things to marble)
of screams and whispers and noise
sticks out obscenely. Pornographically.
Sometimes I give in to it
and thread myself along its wires,
intertwining with the sharp ambiance.
My heart beats faster
An unholy fusion
And I contract, deliciously,
Undulating with the compressions in the air.
They light up the silent ******** scream
coursing through my veins.
Would he have liked it here?
Or would he have sat
Unobtrusively, as I do now
and longed to feel the surf lap against his toes?
Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 4:22 PM UTC
Let me love you!
To care for you
value you
and everything you do
To be happy in your presence
finding joy in your smiles
Please
let me wash away the hurts
and ease your pains
to help you
support you
always
because that's what love is
friendship
kinship
someone to turn to
when the world seems so lonely
Let me love you
because I want to
because it requires nothing
from you
I don't want anything from you
that's not why I love
I do it
because I am love
living breathing love
and all I want to
is love you
all of you
all the flaws
terrors, horrors, nightmares
you have been
the joys and wonders
that comprise your being
Let me love you
as I was meant to
quietly
shyly
unobtrusively
a warmth
that simply is
and don't worry
I want nothing
from you
except that you
be you
in all that you are
because who you are
is someone worth loving.
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 11:20 PM UTC
'I'll save the world'
Millions have said this before
'Serve mankind selflessly
Give, give, give more'.
I am just an ordinary man
With a burden of my own
I leave to others to usher in a brave new era
Quietly and unobtrusively I live alone.
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 9:05 PM UTC
Bang in the middle
Of a summer afternoon...
Witnessing the marriage
of dust and heat...
Sweat-drenched i daydream...
And am overcome with oneness ..
Yet not alone...
A tap on my shoulder...
A gentle tugging of my hair...
A touch on the back of my hand...
Fingers running unobtrusively
On the veins of my wrist...
Lips bestowing Angel kisses
Behind my ear..
Cajoling...nudging...
"Hey hey...Is it over?
The poems...
The adulation..
The unadulterated devotion
That art has for it's muse...
Is it fading?"
"Silly Muse...
Silly silly beautiful Muse
You are my poem...
the shape of my words
I feel you in each melting-in-heat
Breath...
Never fading...never over..."
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 5:49 AM UTC
I remember waking up early,
hours before dawn.
Rush to the kitchen,
make sandwiches and yawn.
Pilfer the keys to my mother's car,
and make my way to you.
Your dormitory from my house
was a journey far.
The way your sleepy face would light up
as you came down the stairs,
our eyes would meet,
smile and greet.
In the darkness at the beach,
I parked unobtrusively and out of reach.
Your head rested on my shoulder,
we sat in silence, communicating without words.
The way my hands tangled in yours,
the smell of the morning air,
fishermen by the coast
scavenging with their flash lights.
Then the sun would peek it's weary head,
above the horizon - the night was officially dead.
As my sight adjusted,
I would glance at eternity contained in your eyes.
For a second, that one second we'd never get back,
the atmosphere was just enough,
The sun began to flicker,
and it was just enough bright.
© 2017 José
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 8:52 AM UTC