Best Unaltered Poems
In the dark light of this winter morn, I see
The clothes that I am expected to wear
(Though, maybe, the fault of illusion lies with me)
From overuse, have become threadbare
Nothing there…
In a cloak of blue, I steal through these lanes
Measuring myself, roughly, for something new
A suit of humour, to cover my pain
A coat of hope, to stop the doubt shining through
Do not fit true…
This protective subterfuge cannot last long
So, with the aura of my old hide, around me spread
(Without my own skin I feel so wrong)
In this cloth that is woven from transparent thread
Words, unaltered, from my head…must soon be said…
Categories:
unaltered, introspection, love, on writing
Form:
Quintain (English)
Her perfume scent lingers
triggering lives with shots of translucent recurring images and flickering pages,
permanently installed unto memories and times
that unfurl bringing
to us unaltered,
visions of her fragments
left behind…….
Categories:
unaltered, on writing and words
Form:
Tranquil thoughts
breathing
of slow kissed sights
comforted
in expelling this light
languorous trembled gaze
A mask promising nothing
yet yearning to taste
now pushed aside
Risking this pull
stakes everything
Claims made
forever washing
though tears of ecstasy
now rolling free of
ducted bliss
trailed warmth of
cored beings
exquisite dripping
yets
Serenades of wanting
traveling through blood
as feather breathes
brushed lightness
thieves strength
floating in
washes of joyed right
Unaltered and bare
lured to charm
unhooked to potent need
she is lost
Silkily softness crushed in satin
drawn to slither tight
set free to embrace
crystal screams
shattered
in feathers graced might
Masked
to be nothing
revealed
in breathlessness
Categories:
unaltered, passion
Form:
Free verse
A hand was put in my hand
I remember fifty years back
I still hold that hand firmly
Today unaltered.
Our wedding was accomplished
Exactly fifty one years back
The celebrations of it
Continues this day.
Anniversary is time
To celebrate today’s joy
The memories of yesterday
Hopes of tomorrow
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Categories:
unaltered, wedding
Form:
Dodoitsu
Argent moons myriad known, beneath an endless zenith sky
When hotter suns unaltered and stars ruled as aperture fever of a night
Around a fire this Naabeeho song begun, sung louder than a heaven's choir
As “Soaring Feather” was tuft mothered, from Navajo out of Chief Eagle Gray's desire
But, now less wild panes opaque of Dine', behind leather eyes am I
Brittle bone to withered dust, a desert sage that dries
And I plead one last dream before doors beyond forever
Gazing east, out cross, fallen white of Navajo still November
I am blinded into vision winds, so quickened unto rapture
Swept along the swaying prairie grass, messenger of earth then after
The billowing, ghosts of buffalo left innocence roaming over head
And I rise in the morning mist, wings tall on Appaloosa's empathic wrath
Regrets ascending gallop to step upon plateau in reach of raven's tail plumose
Reborn as Yei to hunt the sky, shed the herds of swifting nimbus
A changeling caught within a current writhe, transcending into tempest, high
Quelling ages and ages of limitations, let the lightning bolts of redress fly
A warrior of the Holy Ones, my tabernacle on mother earth drifting dies
But, on painted horse run rising up, a brazen spirit storm comes alive
Free amidst the gale, thunderous beats in temporal instrumental
As clouds begin to blacken, past native spirits dance ceremonial into tornado
Hozoji drums beating round and round, whirlwind roar of nightly chants
I, Navajo dreamer stampeding across the azure plains of my once pure native land
Recompense only to scourge prejudice away and humble the most of evil men
And then stillness, a silent healing song, as forgiveness is a welcome friend
Copyright 2012 Micharl G. Smith
Categories:
unaltered, native american, earth, prejudice,
Form:
Lyric
If only I could feel
Your magic touch
That I've longed for
For an eternity it seems
Feel the love
Pure and unaltered
By time by distance
A lasting forever love
That has taken over
My very heart and soul
My whole being
Oh how I wish
This fervent wish
Could somehow be real
Suddenly
You are here beside me
We touch, we cry
We lose ourselves in love
Totally oblivious
To our surrounding
Totally enraptured
This feeling has taken
Over every part of me
Why have I been blessed
Why do I question it
You have returned to me
My dearest, my sweetest
My whole world suddenly
Is bright again
With much more meaning
I am overwhelmed
You are my love of loves
I'm your “Sweet Man”
© Jack Ellison 2014
A love poem for Cathie
Categories:
unaltered, love,
Form:
Narrative
This Plant is Not a Drug (Robert Denton, March 2017)
This plant is not a drug,
It is a plant.
You can cut off its flower bud
Then hang it to dry.
When it is dry and brittle
It is ready to use.
It is a medicine plant.
It doesn't cure anything,
Just as all the synthetic man made drugs
Don't cure anything.
But... it was made for us to consume.
It is made by nature and contains the sun.
It causes no harm or evil.
Rather, it is a gift of goodwill.
This plant is not a drug.
It is a herb, like sage,
Designed to help us embrace our God-like image.
Rather than remove us from this planetary prison
Of time and space, of length, width and height,
This plant helps us smile and endure the pain.
In the face of sin and death,
This plant enables holiness and happiness.
This plant exorcises evil.
It promotes peace and kindness.
It fuels a spiritual light
And dissolves darkness.
When unaltered, it is pure and natural and organic.
This plant is not a drug.
Categories:
unaltered, humanity, peace, prayer, truth,
Form:
Free verse
The night was too tide
When I sticked with my last
So embraced with the maid
In the middle of the light
She is certain superb of the maids
The best choice ever did
That moons can't get z's
Holding the tilt in the land
Winds come to never tire her up
Love is meant to inspire her
Unaltered blinks at me so pop
A smile that creates proper
Wounds in thousands won't hurt
while the cure is set in her arms
Working inside the edges of a heart
So strengthened, trials finalize
The worlds know we're an ensemble
Retreating the light of the couples
All the seasons saw us enable
Fostered cares blowing in bubbles
Skies above and mods on the earth
Love betwixt like a pestle to hoe
Fly to dream the truth dead to know
Where it stands and can't bow
By it's ken that both understand
With it's mood that all will await
Leggers nod with an entire trend
But all led in the same cult
All is said and many will end
Time is a lead to all the hats
Idle slaves will bet a bend
Love itself will host feasts
Who was I love don't
Love owns not to lease
Frees a tongue to heart a hurt
Fights a light to tame the right
Sends beams to all the senses
Wars freeze and won't retake
All is won until it ceases
Before it reigns over the lake
It fears not the highs and lows
A rank dates a rame
By its sake a lion miaws
The world be owned in zero time
A night marries a day
The right tremtion killer
Angels a demon in a calm way
Awakens minds as a sigh healer
It wows when it settles
A king becomes the best cook
A wanderer donates the cattles
A vow vedges the vex
Love kills to love
You enter the gates abnormal
Throw the beliefs have
Gives power to rely on the real
Its not who you love and knows you
Its not where you are when she is there too
Its not who you are and what you do
Its who you love and who loves you.
You got shot digest fast
Behave as if life is only that
Dies when the shooter is absent
Down and up the heart is won.
Categories:
unaltered, absence, addiction, betrayal, cute
Form:
Alexandrine
We live in a world
Brim full of uncertainty
Yet some things are set
Unaltered by humanity.
Science has laws
Which we did not make
Instead we defined them
And make no mistake
We may have rules
And constants and such
But science is in charge
And we own it so much.
But as we developed
And grew year on year
We became sophisticated
Learnt to engineer.
Harnessing science
To do what we need
Mass growth industry
Enabled us to breed
Rapid development
Coming out of the gloom
Engineering meets science
The industrial boom!
Categories:
unaltered, science,
Form:
Rhyme
Oh! This train so superb
So still of lots dreams
Many of which we all absorb
The state full of huge worries
A state to get in unwillingly.
To one corner a man wonders
The other cage women cry
Unaltered yells of all creatures
Getting tears that never dry
Broken hearts dying slowly.
Love is never got back
Faith kills than it heals
Trust hidden with no luck
Rude scenes and wrong wills
Fidelity is a sin, reality is silly.
Insane suns, wild winds
Dead moons to a crunker
Hope lost in frost moods
Oh! This site so wander
With wheels pumped roughly.
A man and loneliness beloved
Chance and curse so betwixt
Life is a hole snakes reside
Denials to all a broken heart
Rules and conducts set faintly.
World a stage man an actor
Love is a myth without a source
Driven engage a differed dreamer
This unwanted puzzle missing a piece
That people get in unwillingly.
The site is intelligent clean mad
A carnivore sheep of the midnight
Clayed eyes legs made in mud
Looks splendid undoubtedly.
Categories:
unaltered, conflict, confusion, heartbreak, identity,
Form:
Alexandrine
I'll have a large coffee please.
Give it to me black,
give it to me bitter.
Let the beans do their thing
let the coffee keep it's zing.
No need to make it sweeter,
I want
what most people consider
a one hitter quitter.
Unadulterated,
unaltered,
night colored coffee at it's best.
I want to feel my heart beat out of my chest,
stay up all night long
with the taste of the earth on the tip of my tongue
I want it darker,
I want it bolder.
Flavor stays long,
the coffee bites strong.
Do not kill my coffee
with sugar and spice
or anything nice.
You sweet-toothed zombie.
Haven't you heard?
Truth be told,
when it comes to coffee...
fortune flavors the bold.
Categories:
unaltered, art, color, culture, drink,
Form:
Without warning
Without reason
Sometimes my visions
Return to an old shack in the woods.
It's mysteries are unaltered
And the unkept years
Still number the same.
Some of the boards
Rest on ones before them
The earth is visible
Beneath it's structure
The support pillows are
Still leaning to and fro.
I again find myself beneath
A large opening
One made I believe
For the air to flow within.
I stretch my legs
With all my force
To again look inside.
But as all the many times before
I see nothing
For there's nothing to be seen
Just the same old worn plank floor
Staring up at me again.
I visit here often
Not knowing where I am
For there is no one here
And nothing to be seen
Expect this old shack and me.
How do I get here
How far do I have to journey
Should I be tired and weary
Or feel rested and chrisp.
I know not
How far I've been
I know not of how far
I've looked within.
Tho many times I've been here
Earthly surrounding I see not
For my vision is limited
Limited to just this old shack and me.
Should I feel as tho I were home
There is no fear here
I feel not as a lost child
There is no loneliness
I'm in search for no one
And I'm here for only a short while.
But each time this illusion
Brings into memory
All my visits of the past.
There is no difference
There is no change
My legs again have became limber
From trying to see what's inside.
Categories:
unaltered, confusion, life, mystery, old,
Form:
Lyric
the products of our mind’s value filter
too often throws life out of kilter
burying being in specific dogma
filling days with unnecessary drama
coming to accept only that which reaffirms
information which fits existing terms
rejecting all which may contradict
or produces even a hint of internal conflict
reality most certainly need not apply
unless it fits my position it must be a lie
truth being only what meets this mind's eye
no need for indecision or to ever ask why
beliefs becoming the hardest rocks
ever unaltered by moving clocks
inscribed in hard granite
our very own impenetrable full metal jacket
beliefs becoming the armor we wear
enmeshed in all being and every prayer
how we each manage to keep our distance
protection against acknowledging existence
Categories:
unaltered, humanity, philosophy, religion,
Form:
Rhyme
Two roads lead to the apple orchard.
And I cannot continue to two.
Indeed, the gaze is in that period.
I am the visionary, long I pursue.
And start to move, might be up in the queue.
The young people hit the paved road.
They are getting deeper and deeper in the future.
The other approach is warily conveyed.
And kept for older men, women, and a two-wheeler.
Even timeworn them, almost unaltered.
I moved alone through the trees and a wisp of cloud.
Another pattern has a genius approach.
That flies the same as a bird.
Yet realizing how progress has encroached.
How that we should alter the avowed.
People are worried almost the shift.
Our atmosphere is changing, darkened.
We are entering a period of mutation in work-life drift.
Digital existence shrunk the relationship deeds.
This actual violent crime has widened.
The speed will blur the limit between man and tools.
So many futile plans I've contrive have clear up.
Two roads diverged in a wood, not sure if I follow the fools.
I will be watching if things improve or will ease up.
How easily we learn to hold hope and faith has clear up.
Two roads lead to the apple orchard.
And I cannot continue to two.
Indeed, the gaze is in that period.
I am the visionary, long I pursue.
And start to move, might be up in the queue.
Categories:
unaltered, allusion, america, anxiety, bird,
Form:
Rhyme
We look for that that does not come and go,
It cannot be organic form, subject to decay.
Thoughts and beliefs are fickle, how little we know,
Yet come what may, our inner child continues to play.
In the quiet of our minds, where secrets softly whisper,
Echoes of our truest selves, hidden deep within.
Like a constant, gentle river, pure and clearer,
Reflecting the essence that lies beneath our skin.
Amidst the chaos of the world, ever-changing, ever-new,
Our core remains steadfast, a beacon in the night.
An unchanging truth, authentic and true,
Guiding us forth, through darkness to light.
In the mirror of the soul, beyond the physical sight,
Lies the unaltered spirit, untouched by time's flight.
Here in this sanctuary, where our fears take flight,
We discover who we are, in the stillness of the night.
Who are we at our core, if not an eternal flame?
Burning bright with hope, love, and dreams untamed.
In this journey of self, no two paths are the same,
Yet in every heart, the core's light remains unclaimed.
Categories:
unaltered, identity, inspiration, inspirational, introspection,
Form:
Quatrain