Ploddingly it took the form
Of some dispassionate melody
Our wailing voices at crescendo
For our undying we mourn
With care they traipsed the deck
A mass of notions in mind
Did ten artlessly disappear
or were held by the Atlantic's inside?
Still we stood and tried to inform
Searchers of our malady
That we living men hitherto
can presently not be seen
Still we stand on Mary's deck
To us the world is blind
As they neither see nor hear
our gestures nor our cries
Not all can be explained
Not all can we fathom
Some presences can't be felt
like the eight in seventy two
Categories:
artlessly, allusion, imagery, imagination, mystery,
Form: Narrative
Elegance is the blue of the ocean,
ageless paragon's heartbeat in motion.
Never calm, but ripples and hoary froth;
enigmatic creatures that feel it's wroth.
The waves beget in outcome underscores
Its thirst for helpless endless sandy shores.
Its sheer breast resonates idyllic sound
and cool scent of briny seaweed earthbound.
It merges to rising blue horizon
under shadow clouds do not bedizen.
Melting dusk closes with a snug twilight
artlessly dissolves completing dark night.
Categories:
artlessly, sea,
Form: Couplet
Ploddingly it took the form
Of some dispassionate melody
Our wailing voices at crescendo
For our undying we mourn
With care they traipsed the deck
A mass of notions in mind
Did ten artlessly disappear
or were held by the Atlantic's inside?
Still we stood and tried to inform
Searchers of our malady
That we living men hitherto
can presently not be seen
Still we stand on Mary's deck
To us the world is blind
As they neither see nor hear
our gestures nor our cries
Not all can be explained
Not all can we fathom
Some presences can't be felt
like the eight in seventy two
Categories:
artlessly, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
warm-copper serene sky
artlessly proud poise high
Autumn's own palettes lie
in a scene kinder sigh
force through in wondrous high
migration birds loud cry
v-formation they fly
heaven bound they go by
10/9/2022
Categories:
artlessly, autumn, bird,
Form: Monorhyme
I still taste the bitter fog clenched in my jaw.
my eyes playing ping pong in my face.
searching for the tenderness I adored, concealed by deception
Didn't think it would be you.
to bruise my body, my ego, my love
wickedness I never thought you'd do
maybe once the tears stop falling
I can tighten up & draw in the care I crave
being lost in this funhouse...that is my mind
won't seem so amusing after all
the last thing we both need is to downplay the misdeeds with playful laughs
left with nothing, must gain resilience for my future
Us, you, are artlessly the past.
Categories:
artlessly, break up, dark, for
Form: Free verse
Centered, I envision my next flux for the illuminant
Deepening each stretch, I angle to the ruminant
Breaths breathed deep, I press into a bent round
Clearing my mind space, hands grasping at the ground
Mornings pass by, entering each one in the same
Renewing by imitating nature's avid, sparking flame
Rhythm artlessly singing, conflict emptied at the door
Consciousness absolved, my bond begins here on the floor
Categories:
artlessly, sun,
Form: Couplet
When I get embedded
on the surface of anxiety,
I indulge myself into a sea
and emerge with a coarse wing,
that artlessly crush those sorrows,
for the sea I indulge in
is filled with my tears
and the words(wings) which emerge
are nothing but my desires...
Categories:
artlessly, anxiety, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Can you dance with me?
Can you match me step for step?
Are our souls in sync,
Our bodies a natural fit?
Does the music playing harmonize our soul movements?
The precarious titillation of those first steps.
Matching skill for skill,
looking earnestly for grace.
Counting the beat,
listening for the inner rhythm
so necessary to the development of the dance.
Should I stumble,
can you turn a misstep into a newfound movement?
When you artlessly spin me a bit too hard,
can I capture the force and turn it back again?
Can we play this through,
with grace and laughter,
tears and awkward bumbling?
All these questions before the first step is taken.
Perhaps the dance begins before the dancers take the floor.
Categories:
artlessly, relationship,
Form: Free verse
Can you dance with me?
Can you match me step for step?
Are our souls in sync,
Our bodies a natural fit?
Does the music playing harmonize our soul movements?
The precarious titillation of those first steps.
Matching skill for skill
While looking earnestly for grace.
Counting the beat
While listening for the inner rhythm
So necessary to the development of the dance.
Should I stumble,
Can you turn a misstep into a newfound movement?
When you artlessly spin me a bit too hard,
Can I capture the force and turn it back again?
Can we play this through,
With grace and laughter,
Tears and awkward bumbling?
All these questions before the first step is taken.
Perhaps the dance begins before the dancers take the floor.
Categories:
artlessly, love, relationship,
Form: Free verse
I do not fear the messiness of death—
The cold, dreamless sleep, ghastly blue.
What I fear at my last breath
Is total separation from you.
All that we had together, all that we knew
Will be as if they never were, not even a blur.
I cannot abide the thought, nor think it true
For such to be seems to me an ungodly slur.
Some atheists say this fear I artlessly confess
Explains why man had to make Gods.
Even so, my life-long faith eases my distress.
It sweetly whispers: faithless claims are frauds.
Categories:
artlessly, death, faith, , atheist,
Form: Rhyme