Best Unbuckled Poems

Roaring Twenties

Nostalgia and age like bacon and eggs,
With buttered toast and jam on the side for breakfast;
And coffee, and a glass of orange juice to drink,
And a memory in-between to rethink.

The day begins with boring continuance:
Of routines, platitudes, and goodwill gestures,
While accepting a life of...

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What is it about seatbelts,
That cowboys find so bad,
And the worst offender of them all,
Would have to be my dad;

He leaves his belt unbuckled,
And it makes an awful ding,
What is so dang hard about,
Buckling the up the thing;

It dings and dings the whole dang drive,...

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When we were little, I was big. 
I held her hand crossing the street 
while mom watched the other two 
and carried our supplies for the week. 

She wiggled and pulled and fought
just to run, pick up rocks 
or make a wish on dandelion seeds....

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Into the Blue


Pain faded into the blue
purplish clots
pooling beneath welted skin

interstitial fluids coalescing,
coagulating, collecting
swallowed tears.

Day had broken the grasp
opened the ever-locked door
taunted the terrified

incited the torment
of acquiescence -
silenced  anger.

No locks barred open doors
chains hobbled only memory,
fear’s straight jacket unbuckled.

The blue faded, hidden beneath
old lies,...

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This fleeting love was so
Mustang GTO
One zero zero mpg galloping flow
Past percentages said: don’t make the wrong turn
Cool convertible joyride took a cardiac slow burn,
lip swerve around the infidelity curve
Rubber denials hit the road,
asphalt inquiries touched a raw nerve
Infatuated wheels spinning out of control ......

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You could see the lone figure in the pale, fading light,
Bedding down the doggies for a restful night.

He had been in the saddle since early morn',
Now feeling the aches of the drive that made him feel "worn".

The three other horses he had taken from the...

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Every friggin day
mother hen runs amuck,
while all chicken's
beady eyes appear awestruck
drawing particular
agitation, irritation, perturbation...

of Punxsutawney (Doctor) Phil
(well grounded) woodchuck,
the latter glaring at henpecked
yours truly rifled
tail feathered rooster,
whether communicating 

nonverbal sympathy
towards me, a garden variety
Gallus gallus domesticus  dumbstruck,
who doth make feeble attempt
albeit without explaining
rhyme or...

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Her fingers trace the stab-wound, 
Like water circles the drain.  Though she may 
Clean the rind and grime from under her nails, 
She will never wash the bloodstains from her dress.

Her hair drapes her face like a black tapestry,
An opaque shade, like midnight
That conceals...

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tonight as i was sitting in the backseat of the car i leaned my head against the window
my family was going on about something, probably about politics or other topics that would ring in my ear
i put my headphones in and turned on that song...

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My life will eventually turn the other lane; I’ll rely on God to lead me…
Hopefully he’ll unbuckle me free 
Perhaps there’s a better pathway to roam about and be cheery…
Someday His Kingdom will become a thrilling reality  

It’s a grand visit to meet up...

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He had her just where he wanted her
Naked and helpless
Her lips were quivering
He could smell her fear
It smelled like “prey”
He could smell himself
He smelled like “lust”
Stunk like sin!
But he didn’t care
He saw her lying on the floor
She was begging
Begging for freedom
Her words were quiet and...

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Stella

by Edmund Siejka


We were visiting our grandchildren 
And heard that one of them  
Was having a hard time
Freeing himself from a car seat
Concerned or
Perhaps just a little curious 
I asked our four-year old granddaughter,
Stella, show Grandpa how you get out of your car seat.

Staring...

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WHEN RELIGION BECOMES 
YOUR OPIUM 

When religion becomes your 
opium you slip into icy pre-dawn 
to mosque then lie in fever flu 
at dusk as bilal calls again
for you to stumble towards 
beckoning forefinger guilt
chalices cringing crying

You chant morning to night
wrapped in dirty linen blights...

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A special November day
for children, laughter and play.
To others, a day full of loved ones.
A meal too big for all, plates ladened with love.
Amazing how we relate love to stuffing.
Father and son eye the sport,
belts unbuckled, bare bellies rubbed.
Saving the dishes for later,
joyful colors adorn...

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Oh, Lord, forgive such hubris
as would sum up the quotient
of an immortal soul……

I have…

spared the dandelions,
forgiven the birds,
washed the car,
parked again in the same spot…..
prayed for a different result

consoled a crying child
stifling my tears….
ego’s vain attempt at being strong
wasted in the trembling of my heart

cried...

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