Best Unashamedly Poems
April Showers (Anacreontic Verse)
Putting the blame
on global warming
winter felt the pinch
rain was scarce
and spring arrived
lamenting its luck
unable to twirl
in habitual gown
of green satin
shyly tiptoeing
keeping a low
profile, feeling blue;
the wind intervened
encouraged her
with soothing words
to wait patiently;
providentially
dark clouds came
unexpectedly
and April showers
quenched thirsting soil;
spring breathed
in relief, able
to look ahead
unashamedly
in the knowledge
that May would
come, parading
delightful flowers
in abundance!
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Contest: Anacreontic Verse 3
Sponsor: Edward Ebbs
Placed 3rd
Categories:
unashamedly, flower, rain,
Form:
Lyric
With her first words she mesmerized his soul,
Of rose water and lavender was her aroma,
Her tip tap of her fairy tale walk was majestic,
A woman of status still in her prime of depth and note,
Wisps of red-hot curls, floating out of control adding
To her appeal, a magnetic touch to the usual
Variety of husband seeking maidens at the ball.
He hurriedly asked her for the opening dance,
She accepted and gracefully took his hand,
He first tested the waters, like a ballerina she danced,
Sadly, the music stopped for an interval, and
So led her back, as her deep smiling hazel brown eyes
Played with his, quizzically asking if she would see him
Again, he bowed and loudly voiced ‘my lady, the next dance
Is mine.’ it was a sweltering July night, she curtsied, and
Walked outside to the patio, attracting every man's attention.
Lord Kingsworth was from Somerset and, the Duchess of York
From Yorkshire, they made a striking couple as they swayed,
Laughed and whirled all night on the dance floor, infatuation
Had certainly crept upon them and the gossip column in
Tomorrow’s Country Times would certainly talk of this romance
And definitely would not let such a juicy piece of scandal escape them.
Lord Edward Kingsworth invited Helen, the duchess of York to a picnic,
Helen, charmingly smiled and accepted, Edward would pick her
Up with his carriage at eleven o`clock the following morning.
He had made up his mind he would ask Helen to become
Betrothed to him, who should he ask for her hand in marriage,
Her eldest brother she explained, as her father had died last
Year of tuberculosis and so it came to pass that after
An engagement of one year which held many ardent nights
And many picnic loving days by the river, which meandered
Close by them, always hurriedly stripping and unashamedly
And joyfully, enjoying the cool water, deliciously naked, finally
Became husband and wife at the beautiful York Cathedral.
What a happy couple they were, and blessed with three
Beautiful little girls who all had their mother’s unruly red hair.
Categories:
unashamedly, marriage,
Form:
Narrative
“God like, not so different”
She wrote,
“where do you go to my lovely?”
my response,
“I sink into the screen
like a scream queen goddess,
I am Lilith most of the time
tap dancing away and
singing off key unashamedly
loudly in life out of step, always
out of time, the ballyhoos
clap apathetically warning,
"watch out, incoming, car wreck!",
more like a shipwreck
broken-in-half, sunk in the deep,
treasures scattered on
the seabed, keys missing
loot unreachable
the flotsam of an ego
jetsam to lighten the
sinking load, arriving
amidst the shallows,
half cracked open
on the Ocean's shore,
waiting for the electric storm
to penetrate the brain, then
I become the electric storm
come to defibrillate the broken heart,
the haunting hero haunting heroes
dashed on their cerebral rocks
like Sirens alarmed all going off,
the feet both punctured,
walking over the sharp unopened
and opened broken shells,
mothers of pearls
bleeding stories,
their cornucopia unblessed
blessedly overflowing in the flow
of long nights' bittersweet darkness,
walking from room to room
talking in tongues,
strange and estranged,
adlibbing alienation
through boundless walls,
carrying a heavy cross like a ghost
in a residual haunting,
a storm in a teacup
sometimes passing,
the cake all eaten,
hungry for more
of something;
but on the 7th day I rest
and become God like
pleased with the turmoil
and calm I have jusifiably created,
there I will be seen
heavenly comotosed
resting under the duvee;
I am what I am,
then to the relief
of my monsters,
I fall,
I sleep …
I sleepwalk
commanding them all;
there is no escape.”
“you gotta larf,” she says, "how do you stop?"
the response,
“easier said than done, my friend;
the red shoes are killers to take off."
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
ljb - llb, klb, mlb
llb - gvlm
“Most poets are mad. It doesn't qualify us for anything.”
Anne Sexton
“Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.”
Anne Sexton
“I am not immortal. Faustus and I are the also-ran.”
Anne Sexton
The Three Graces
The Three Fates
The Morai
Categories:
unashamedly, muse,
Form:
Narrative
Raven, rook, black as soot; peck the eyes, erase the lies
Eagle, buzzard, kite makes three; tend the land with sight that sees
On wings, on horse-back, cling tight to sacred mane. Kick dirt violently skywards, falling, earthy rain
The drum, the drum it resounds with hoof force; muscle, tendon, bone, blood, powers take course
Heart beat meets drum, meets feet, meets fist, frenzied, fueled, fearless rhythm attack; sweat soaked hair and back
Wild is coming, surfacing fast; no apology, full synergy, unashamedly cast
Alchemy, soul fire, black crow hair takes flight as searing eyes catch brightly alight
Baring teeth, baring all; sweeping, flowing, pelvic bowl
Skin alive as once remembered, tonight we dance entranced, dismembered
For all that surrounds us, encompassed in one; the beat, the feet, the pounding drum.
Categories:
unashamedly, animal, creation, dance, desire,
Form:
Free verse
Glorious Rio - unashamedly you bare
your body and your soul
to anyone, to everyone
who comes upon your glistening ocean shore.
You lie blissfully flaunting yourself,
oblivious to a code that tells
of when to arise or go to bed
of when to take breakfast or lunch or of where to sup
of how to dress for the beach or for the street.
You offer up yourself for my pleasure
and readily I take!
I take the sand to romp upon,
to lie upon and brown my skin.
I take the waves through which to leap
in exuberant jubilation.
I take your streets,
through which countless cars and bodies stream
and your cobbled walks
with their door-less shops
and their strange and tantalizing odors
of breads and fruits and sweets. . . I taste your delicacies.
I choose from wares of vendors on Copacabana’s Promenade
and marvel at delicate tropical birds
carved from amethyst, rose quartz, and from gold.
I take your abundant sights of natural splendor -
your Sugar Loaf Mountain
where tiny monkeys wander within my reach, your green foliage,
your many sunsets breaking
over the Atlantic.
I take the hospitality of your people of many hues -
from white to tan to black,
and I bask in the festive atmosphere with which you are imbued.
Alas, when I leave you, Rio, I look back
to the mountain where your Christ
o u t s p r e a d s
his arms
the symbol of your acceptance of us all.
Categories:
unashamedly, culture,
Form:
Free verse
unashamedly
she flirts with the moon
skinny dipping
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Short Form Contest
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Placed 1st
Categories:
unashamedly, cool, image,
Form:
Haiku
As Women now have more power and rightly now have a voice
In the western world there are many more opportunities
Than there used to be and so much choice.
While men are today unashamedly in touch with their feminine side
And are now at last allowed to cry
Men wearing pink was just not done when I was a nipper
But now anything goes
Some men wear women's clothes make up and fluffy slippers.
Is something in the water or something in the air
But some women are getting more masculine
While men are showing touches of femininity everywhere.
Men may talk about swapping knitting patterns or tips on child care.
The girls around here have tattoos are rough and show off their bits
They have earings through their tongues and noses get drunk and aggressive
Always fighting
In pubs and the street when pints of beer touch their lips.
We now have lady vicars in lace knickers
Female body builders and bricklayers
Men have took a giant step backwards
While women race to the top
And I hope they'll never stop.
House husbands are more common these days
They can change a diaper with just one hand
And talk on the cell phone for hours while doing the housework
Or taking the baby to te park in it's pram
I think women taking over the world
And using men as slaves is the masterplan
And men live in fear because they know they can.
Of course now men have big problems
Like deciding what dress to wear
Does my bottom look big in this
And ooh I hate my hair.
It's so difficult to tell the difference sometimes
When on a date
If you're heterosexual
You may find out a bit too late.
Now it;s women who wear the trousers
And men who wear the skirt and bra
No one seems to care no more
Just who you are.
Women had been repressed by men for too long
Now they play the tune
And bang the drum and sing the song.
Well if you can't beat then join them
Before it's much too late
My operation is next Thursday I hope keep the date
Please don't look down at men
I know we are sometimes a pain
But you have to realise
Men are going through the change.
''Now pink or yellow dress,?, hmmm.
Peter Dome.copyright.2015.June.
Categories:
unashamedly, conflict, men, power, woman,
Form:
Free verse
The drunken pen dips and swerves around curves on paper. Paper for the purpose of writing things—thoughts a pen brings. My cursive swings, wild and loopy. Oops! Too loopy. Took that curve too fast, ran plumb off the paper. And even worse, it spilled the paper bag stuff. Never mind, at last I’m back on track with my pin head thoughts staggering drunkenly. Thoughts bound to be zingers and sell like mad—good, mediocre or sad. Gutenberg would’ve loved to have my flowing ink, when I’m sober. When my ink stops running my master shakes me vigorously. I hate that! He’s searching for a lead, but there’s no need to be in a hurry. Like at the bank, hurry up and wait. Another line is moving—better get over there, little time to spare. Ahh! Much better. But now the lady ahead is searching her purse for paraphernalia, like an I D? I have no idee what. I’ll throw away the calendar; put this pen in reverse when this woman starts looking for a pencil in her purse. Look! The other line is now the shortest; should’ve stayed in it. Come on! Ain’t there no justice? I’m crowding her now, staggering unashamedly, a need showing up in me. If my pen stains her blouse I could get thrown out of the house, but pens don’t know no better, we just stick to the letter, and take a nip every now and then. One more jigger, then I can figger how to scribble again. Bettcha my master will like that.
Categories:
unashamedly, allegory,
Form:
Free verse
Are crack babies born to addiction
a result of love's contradiction?
And what reality rules your life
a happy home, a husband or wife?
Is it cottages, cars, and riches,
or alleyways, gutters, and ditches?
And politicians earning your votes
or spending taxes on trips and boats.
The rich preach about helping the poor
but hoard the keys that lock every door.
And preachers hear voices in their head
fleecing the crowd that's pushed to be led.
A destitute voice carries no weight,
effectively silenced by its fate.
For in this world of contempt and greed,
poor people starve while the wealthy feed.
We unashamedly embrace hate
in our hurry to exterminate.
But, when one dies as a human bomb,
doesn't that indicate something's wrong?
(Rhyme)
5/22/2013
Categories:
unashamedly, addiction, life, philosophy, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
They will call you strange
Egotistical
Arrogant
Nonsensical
Whimsical
Naive
To be unashamedly Human
Afraid and bold
Good and bad
Humble yet prideful
Happy and sad
To embrace it all and say Human
I am Human complete
I will neither turn to the left
Nor right
This is a fine line I walk
I'm fine with that
I as you, we are incredibly
Beautifully, wonderfully
Imperfectly perfect Human
I'm OK with that
Categories:
unashamedly, anti bullying, beauty, conflict,
Form:
Free verse
you distract me. and deny. and you defraud me. you destroy. me. you dream of me. and distance me. you are diffetent from me. maybe you aren't me. and maybe I don't hear love's melody. maybe you didn't move me. so why am I moving. and why is my heart racing. and why am I smiling. lusting after you. why am I craving such pain. I choose to taste your misery. why. I'm in love with you miserably. I love you. Deeply. Uncontrollably. Wholeheartedly. Distinctly. Unashamedly. Miserably. but you touched me. oh so miserably. but you touched me. when you touched me. I felt. I feel. purples, blues, greens. Or is it greens, purples, and blues. I can never be sure. I thought I would utter what was real. I thought I would be brave. Yet, I'm mute. drowning in your affection. letting you toy with me in this sick little game we play. I'm your violin strings. you're my play. my therapy. our mornings. the sunrays. navys, teals, royal blues, metallic. violets, plums, lavenders, and lilac. emeralds, limes, hunter and olive greens. I feel this so much. I am coloring. you inspire me. and you deprive me. and you tire me. retire into me. deep into me. deeper than deep. into earth. into me. back into time. the distances. the differences. the places. the people. realities verses comos. fears versus daydreaming. still, you are me. you are. me. and you are lovely. you read the poetry I write. you called me lovely. you are right for me. I write to you. lovely. can you write to me. you are beautiful. poof. poof. and away we go. hi. hello. you distract me. hey... Mister
Categories:
unashamedly, adventure, soulmate,
Form:
Free verse
I’ve always found a beauty in it
The creases that lay like clumsy limbs
Corners of gowns coming unashamedly away
From the cotton skin
All proud in its off-white softness
Categories:
unashamedly, fantasy, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
God has given me a gift
To encourage others, shine a light
When the cellar door closes
And the darkness threatens to win.
I will feel it suddenly, an urge,
A persistent grip that won't release
Until I act and tell someone
"You are beautiful, important, special."
But sometimes the door swings
And I am left on the other side
Wishing someone would hear God's call
To see me, hear me, help me.
Usually the darkest corners
Where judging monsters hide
Are in the buildings with a cross on top
And righteous enforcers within.
They piously talk about God,
But mostly they point out the cobwebs
In the corners of your life,
Left when Jesus chased the spiders away.
They don't see the crown molding,
They see the peeling paint.
They don't see a child of the King
Only a scarred believer in love.
To them I say: You are beautiful!
Love yourself, dance among the cobwebs
And when you have the urge,
Open the cellar door for someone in the dark.
Until then, I will continue my crusade
Unaided by a congregational army.
And pray for people to see the light
Unfiltered by their stained-glass hearts.
I will encourage unabashedly,
Love unashamedly, accept unconditionally,
Seeking to listen only to what God urges,
Not the whispers of modern-day Pharisees.
Categories:
unashamedly, christian, encouraging, forgiveness, god,
Form:
Free verse
"Infatuation is the intense yearning to be
intensely yearned for" ~ quote by poet
My Cassiopeia - how tenderly
you smiled upon me in my awkward days,
as unashamedly my eyes would gaze
in disbelief upon such pure beauty.
Rare supernova! There's no fairer face,
so flawless in form. Elegance refined:
your cheeks, your smile by heaven's King designed
to lend delight - not one hair out of place.
How we both laughed! We'd sing your poetry
late into moonlit hours, each unaware
of others nearby, nor the unkind stare
of our next day's responsibility.
Then, the eclipse. Those stellar days were through
when to Orion's huntsman arms you flew.
Submitted to:
To The One I Lost Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Categories:
unashamedly, love, love hurts, stars,
Form:
Sonnet
Across the ocean
The abnormal is normalized
There, where perverts lose shame,
Coming out of the closet,
putrid degeneracy seeks renown,
unashamedly, sensuality is stuffed on your throat.
begging for acceptance by law,
innocent kids no longer safe,
a subtle compelling propaganda
men supposedly intelligent,
advocating immoral identity
urging us all to give up our sanity
from toleration to acceptance,
as gradually society degenerates
I stick to my African values.
And stand aloof in awe and amazement
Categories:
unashamedly, america, change, confusion, evil,
Form:
Free verse