Best Unchecked Poems
I’ve decided to be rid of some things:
a moth-holed sequined dress with bitter tags,
the weeping journal of ennui and pain,
the mocking trophy case of trophied dust,
proud calligraphed to-do lists left unchecked.
Let them shout accusations from the curb!
February 20, 2019
Worry eats your energy and robs your peace of mind
It brings about anxiety so you cannot unwind
It takes away your happiness, it steals away your joy
And left unchecked eventually your health it will destroy
So learn to stop the worry as it only serves you harm
And make the time to meditate to find your inner calm
For your mind is the driving force in how you will progress
And so that inner chatter is the thing you must address
Your thoughts can either set you free or keep you chained in fear
So take back all your power and make worry disappear
Upon the twinkling of silent twilight,
tranquil thoughts set adrift,
infatuated in elysian reflection.
The mind wanders,
observing and listening - roaming;
avoiding confusing crossroads
leading into chimerical phantasms.
Overwhelmed by the darkness,
fervent fingers tremble,
yearning to bleed streams of serenity.
Suppressed soul whispers,
exposing sacred secrets,
releasing the mind from its chains.
Ink flows translating the meraki;
revealing a passionate poetic soul.
Empathetic emotions drain,
yet the soul desires to venture further.
Thirsting to dance forever in euphoric eunoia.
Meraki eruptions have no fear that
each drop may exhaust the pen.
For invictus ink is a valiant virtuoso,
calmly conquering consciousness
to drift towards selcouth land.
Every muse lusts to manifest in meraki,
yet it is no miracle - it's a natural phenomena.
The Silent One
27 November 2017
Meraki: The soul, creativity, or love put into something; the essence of yourself that is put into your work. This Greek word doesn't have an English counterpart.
Chimerical: Created by unchecked inspiration; fantastically visionary or highly improbable.
Elysian: Creative or beautiful; divinely inspired; peaceful and perfect.
Eunoia: Beautiful thinking. Shortest English word that contains all five vowels.
Selcouth: Unfamiliar, rare, strange, and yet marvellous. An Old English word and can be found in Sir Walter Scott’s Ivanhoe from 1814.
Invictus is Latin for “unconquered.
I wander the landscapes of solitude
Unchecked and unhealed,
Beneath heavens speared with bamboo rain,
A blade on my back concealed
Beyond where the eye can envisage and see,
Deserts burning dry,
Beyond where the temples sink in the dust,
Under a storm laden sky.
There is no one to swear allegiance to,
The loneliest decree,
To walk the earth as the years dissolve
And land crumbles into sea.
I wander the heartlands of yesterday,
Of feudal souls no more,
Where the killing fields were hearth and home,
My brothers men of war.
No master to slip the chains and unleash
Honour and ferocity,
Belonging to nothing, beloved of none,
Rootless, accursed and free.
Oh, innocence of trust unchecked
How stare you back at me?
T’was you who fled this heart laid bare
Oh, barren calamity
Empty now the heart ill used
So used to gentle dreams
No more to see the flower’s bloom
No song but silence’s scream
Tell me true, reflection mine
Convince these naked eyes
What errant way or walk or word
Did scorn this heart and thine?
Does not love, our love, true love
Still soar above the weather?
Or like Iccarus, did we dare too high
Then, fall to earth unfeathered?
I cast my lot on winds of change
Though the end be hard to find
His siren muse did have her chance
Now...I shall have mine.
In essence the unconscious mind,
Reveals all knowledge for mankind.
To pursue dreams, each vision brings,
Then soar above the earth on wings.
We navigate uncharted shores,
In oceans deep, mankind explores.
Now Astronauts walk on the moon,
And vaccines keep us all immune.
While seeking methods,to ensure,
Research disease to find a cure.
Now if we want to travel far,
There's railways, aeroplanes, or car.
Some might say, it's so much finer
Cruising on an ocean liner.
Or any time we are alone,
Our friends can call by mobile phone.
And television let's us share,
Events worldwide, in our armchair.
We speak with words for to converse,
But language sometimes can be terse.
In truth some minds are always blind,
With grandeur of a certain kind.
As mankind shows his cruel face,
Destroying life, to his disgrace.
By wars that escalate unchecked,
Whilst innocents, their lives are wrecked.
For Peacemakers, they clutch at straws,
To find someway to end those wars.
Their supreme efforts are in vain,
No changing minds of those insane
It seems that only peace can be,
In virtual reality.
4/22/2016.
For the Innate Magnetism poetry contest.
Sponsor. Unseeking Seeker.
Date of contest end.
Friday November 11th 2022.
Armistice Day of Remembrance.
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Their passion so unchecked--
He dried her tears
Before the sorrows struck
V. Anderson-Throop 2015
Existing, so removed, in your ivory tower
From high in your loft you wield your power
You weave your emotions like Rupunzel’s hair
dangling enticingly waiting to snare
Keeping your feelings locked behind bars
elusive and untouchable distant as the stars
Seemingly honest and raw and true
easy to trust what you say and do
Woven with steel emotions impenetrable
your victim will feel completely irreparable
You are always right, you never bleed
everything you do plants a calculated seed
Little by little the insecurities grow
eating away at what we think we know
Dare we not question our reality
thinking we know what’s apparent to see
You know what to say how to speak to a heart
your ego unchecked you execute your part
Perfectly played you’ve planted the guilt
how dare we believe what we think we have felt
Go away and come back do not let go
paralyzed with doubt insecurity will grow
Finally the escape before our soul is gone
entombed as it becomes in a deadly catacomb
The climb from this well is steep and so hard
but we leave this hell with emotions chard
The light will be warm and stinging at times
bright days grow longer we know we’ll be fine
Escaping the world of a narcissist
Is full of traps and emotional twists
Be strong and true to yourself and your goal
never again allowing that emotional control.
There is a piece of me, left in that little town, a square of friendly faces,
where furrowed brows of no one famous, work to make their dollars stretch
not far beneath the white crowned peaks ...
There is a piece of me, left in that old house, tall and proud
Beneath the sun in fields of green ...where horses ran...
A piece of me, still holds the reins and feels the wind against my skin ...
There is a piece of me, in that old school
Miss Marmalade.....(she had red hair), a voice of velvet, soft and sure
Her breathless verse of morning stars of Keats and Frost,
and unchecked tears...and clandestine trysts with old Shakespeare
There is a piece of me, reclining under the elms,
where a broken heart still casts a spell
A letterman jacket, of dark gold wool, his leather sleeves, steel blue eyes, ...
skies of love, and holding hands, football teams, and autumn leaves
There is a piece of me, that I still keep within my heart..
.....within my sleep.......within my dreams
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For the contest: "Pieces" Sponsored by Black Eyed Susan
Body and Mind give way to the Heart and Soul.
They let the emotions take over yet remain in control.
Passion and sentiment now replace logic and reason.
Interchanging ever so slightly- as if from season to season.
Feelings flow freely, replacing all thought.
Emotions running wild without fear of being fought.
The Mind sits back and takes no part,
letting all decisions be made by the Heart.
And throughout the Body the Soul can now freely flow.
With the Heart now in control the Body can only follow.
As the Soul controls the actions revealing it's glow.
Every decision now based on "I feel" not "I think" or "I know"
Emotions unchecked by the Mind, the Heart's desires continue to grow,
and with the help of the Soul will continue to do so.
The Heart and Soul move slowly but soon control All.
This is what takes place when, in Love we fall.
"Amid the jagged shadows of
mossy leafless boughs; "
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Amid the jagged shadows
Being left alone in a state,
so destitute
With a pain wrapped around
her, so absolute
She wished she knew of
some way to cope
So lost in grief, she had lost
all chance of hope
The pain pulled her down
made her feel so low
Upon her soft cool cheeks
tears unchecked did flow
Unbearable pain within her
chest would ache
She prayed to god it was
some cruel mistake
Amid the jagged shadows
of leafless mossy boughs
Light had left her, now the
darkness she must allow
Date:11/21/2019
Writing Challenge 3, November - Any Form
Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wisshkobi Ode
Creatures Of The Flame
Fierce friend or foe...earth element of fire;
In many ways advanced our humankind.
Relentless when unchecked, a beast so dire,
Engulfs and smothers, leaving ash behind.
Fire shaped the path for humans to progress:
provided them with warmth and light at night;
by chance, found cooking meat gave tenderness,
so eating more increased brain power's might.
The flames of fire kept beasts of prey at bay,
so humans slept in caves instead of trees.
Less vigor used to chew and climb paved way
to think, invent, develop skills with ease.
The gift of fire revamped the human game
when we became earth "creatures of the flame."
Sandra M. Haight
~6th Place~
Contest: Elements Part 4: Fire
Sponsor: Brian Davey
Judged: 05/03/2016
Reference: Discover Magazine: Archaeologists Find Earliest Evidence of Humans Cooking With Fire: "The altered anatomy of H. Erectus, Wrangham wrote, indicates that these beings, like us, were creatures of flame."
Some say mankind’s a blight upon the Earth
That left alone would be a paradise
But sucks its blood and lays on it a curse
Destined to burn or freeze in waste of ice
Cassandra voices preach in latter days
To craven souls, increasing sad despair
In strange alliance then they focus gaze
On tide of opportune chance to ensnare
Emotions raised from hopelessness to rage
Seduced by siren songs assuring virtue
Awarding promises of guilt assuaged
Enabling dominion, cancel, curfew
But do all men to tyranny conspire
Does nature lone and wild itself admire
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Yet there are those perhaps in greater number
With faith, they constitute a wider legion
Then true virtue and goodwill, now in slumber
May be awakened to become a beacon
Unmired in apathy of victimhood
We humans coexist, sister and brother
With all parts of existence, spurred for good
In co-creative hand, one with another
The world we know, we play part in begetting
Perhaps as agents all, of Providence
A diverse panoply conveys our setting
With free choice to make certain its defence
No! tyranny need not unchecked conspire
Our world could prove a backcloth to admire
N/A in contest: ALL YOURS (MAR 14)
In the corridors
of my mind and endless passages
I hold the scars that are the road map to my soul
and where words thrown at me and used as weapons
dwell in the cracks.
Fear and sorrow are like chains holding me prisoner
and I must exhume them from the darkness
disinter and expose them
from vast deep voids where they hide
in the fissures.
And the drum of time is beating and I must pierce
through the hollow shadows to dredge up
this cancer twining !
The path is endless
as I dig and chip at the darkness
leaving no door and no emptiness unchecked
as I follow all the contrived tunnels and atriums
as time is ticking.
The forest of my life is at stake and my sky is gray
but this is an excavation unfathomable
oh, through chambers silent
no matter how difficult and weary
I will crawl seeking.
This fear and sorrow is holding me back from being me
so, I will leave no rock unturned
for I must unearth ...
the darkness dwelling within me !
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June 21, 2021
Poetry/Verse/An Excavation
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1365-926-21
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, This or That, Vol. 4
sponsor, Edward Ibeh, Judged 07/27/2021
First Place
My generation witnessed riots in the streets, cold wars at home and hot wars abroad, and legalized racism.
Revolutions of family values, the definition of family, and millions of abortions are the new faces of America.
Division in America has reached toxic levels and if left unchecked, we will fall like a once mighty but decaying oak.
On Biblical Principles we were founded, and it is certain that America cannot rebuild nor reinvent itself.
Never in my lifetime have I witnessed such vicious attacks against the leader of our great country.
And that includes the Troubled 60's, Vietnam Era, and Watergate when at least we trusted the constitution.
Let's not forget our history but learn from its lessons, lest we are condemned to repeat its pains and sorrows.
Donald Trump, in my view, is not what's wrong with America but fights for America, and at this time is on the right side of history.
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