Best Unconsidered Poems
You told me
when I nearly died
how weird it felt
to feed me
how agape I waited
mouth open wide
for the next spoonful
like I did as a baby
Hungry little bird
You told me
when you were dying
you didn't see me till
days after I was born
years of guilt
that we did not bond
unwed teenage moms
in those days
unconsidered
Hungry little birds
You told me
when I was dying
for your approval
that I was not pretty enough
not strong enough
ridiculed me
insulted me
cut me off
Hungry little bird
I told you
when you were dying
when you asked me
why
that it was all ok
that we just were who we were
and that I loved you
that it's ok
mom it's ok
Hungry little bird
A decade since
you passed away
I live with
echoes of your words
and only now
I realize
that for your love
I will always be
Your hungry baby bird
17.03.19
My demeanor, the aftermaths of recklessness
A child once, a man to soon
The glory to my name gone, the grace faded
Change do I offer no opposition to
Derogatory remarks, have I afforded restraint
A new cry heard; my steps subtle.
Your age, can I speak not of
Every moment, filled with more youth than the first
Memories created; gems remembered
Your hand in mine, a single entity we formed
For each other, were our lives
The joy spent, a cost to you.
A meeting of hearts, the night inspired
The ecstasy unspoken, but felt
Our naivety the error, unconsidered
An unthought conception, implanting itself
Impulse driving our passion, forth
Creators we became; the end I found.
Your figure lost, its voluptuousness
Atrocious had you seemed, to my young mind
The tips of your caress on my palm, offered no connection
Conditions to my love, a reality
Together could we be, never again
The burden was yours, my eyes were free.
To witness I chose, an obligation it was
The lights so bright, intensity I felt
Your tears and screams, nourishing life
The mistake shadowed, by bare beauty
My hands were gifted with purity; my luggage fallen
Reconciliation was to late, but my hands knew no release.
My depart planned, my destination unmoved
His gentle touch, redirecting my path
The regrets unknown, my chin's resemblance I admire
Your forgiveness, I do not desire
Mutual feelings, the base of our relations
A conditional love, the root of an unconditional one.
Once a burden, now a source of joy
The end of had I decided, devoid of reconciliation
His subtle cries, owning my love.
quick! grab the soft rose
your hand now aching, bloodied
thorns unconsidered
life's dream isn't always what it suddenly seems in ice cream's melted hope
not when a yearning man is twisted; turning, churning curdles sweet milk sour
carnal captivity, the new little girl's horror, where slavery spreads her legs
life's little trick, survivals mindless instinct, plays it's vicious, ace in the heart card
a zygote's military resolve
an embryo doesn't consider
why
precious life somehow swims forth in a plastic, kiddie plunge
the wet nurse has no degree, but life hangs, by an umbilical balance
dreams are reality thwarted by circumstance
time bides, love does not divide, it grows feral strong with fowl gazes ever watching
forced sharing, twisted family time, memories remain, an anchor in deepest abyss
forward, for a daughter's faint, possible, distant. infinitely small, maybe someday
light, a pinprick, blind chance, endured, survived, conquered with love alone, hero
Amanda Berry:
"You've been looking for me;
Hurry, I'm free now!"
Through pristine glass observed
autumnal leaves a scatter
the litter of the season
to dishevel and clutter up the garden
Sweep the crumbs away
lay polish to the smudged and smear
for glinting tiles speak ever more clear
to build the walls security
Settle leaf it’s time is spent
amid the moss is it’s fading feeding decay
in vibrant earth again some day
will know the kiss of sun out breathing sent
So by chromium faucet quench the thirst
in bottled plastic catch each drop
and flitter dust from out the corners dirt
bacterial inch upon the forests advance
And this filthy earth stains the finger nail
showers of rain bring their unwelcome rotting smell
then by chemical impostors of a flowers perfume
seek to cleans the air in a solitary room
Such isolation proves it’s security
neat clean and tidily scrubbed
hold fast the separation of technical morality
these things devoid of insect footprints
Lay soap to order the odor of sweat
yet beg the bloom for it’s delightful scent
to cut it’s throat upon a table set
the vase the only carefully treasured object
Hanker, oh hanker for the green living pasture
all the verdant aspirations of life in nature
tingle for the worth still caught in the veins
but choking on the wish of concrete remains
Through pristine glass observe the vegetation
the autumnal leaves flutter from the trees desertion
the trigger of another season
comes to rot and disarrange the perfect garden
Such fear prefers isolation and security
would rather heed the babblings of a technological morality
aspire then beyond the dumbwaiter of nature
a vase polished of any smudge or smear
Better to be in a clinical retreat
and by habit accept what is so clearly of need
take this germ free vacation
the trees are happy in their branches for the leaves desertion
Dumbwaiter
a small elevator, manually or electrically operated, consisting typically of a box with shelves, used in apartment houses, restaurants, and large private dwellings for moving dishes, food, garbage, etc., between floors. The term “A dumbwaiter” typically implies an unseen or unconsidered workforce below, this anonymous workforce deals with the contents of the dumbwaiter, kitchen staff, garbage collectors and laundry staff
FATHER
Misleading intentional deception,
loathing the complexity of risk and uncertainty.
Thoughts of contingent outcomes, minimizing losses,
analytical human behaviour.
The Army Ruler demands respect, obedience,
forgets the hurtful unconsidered words.
Tradition, history, status, all weigh heavily,
turdus merula cries in the storm.
Obstructively determined to prevail,
threats and ultimatums are heavy handed.
He can hear, but refuses to listen,
the heart is cold and concrete.
Sterling coins cannot buy love, obedience,
he creates his own demise.
Whispers in the wind are chosen words,
a child is gone forever.
Loves and lovers are parts in a play
acted from need or passion,
necessity or happenstance or duty
or merely not to be lonely for a while.
Loved in considered or unconsidered ways,
given or withheld,
perhaps with tenderness,
perhaps terror,
conscience or unconsciousness,
in dark rooms lit by a single bulb,
in the sunlight of bluets and corn flowers,
on a stage, with a script and other actors,
an audience, and the potential
for success or disaster.
If terrible enough or not attended to,
the play closes after a single performance,
finished almost before it’s begun.
It may enjoy a long run,
the audience growing larger with each recital.
Most though become mere skeletons
draped with the dry skin of life,
a dragging-on rote performance bereft of passion.
They end this way.
They break apart.
They just do.
Transformer...
I am so sorry I tend to whisper to my self while the wings on my back enfold me in my idiocy and bust in a furl of feathers and fire.
My authentic halo falling broken reinforcing my thoughts on transformations...
My lush lies crept up into me whispering to you my secrecy and my merry go round patterns...
I was adapted to serous sabotage and unconsidered volcanic eruptions... Having nothing to react to I made my own quake...
i deserve everything.
But for you to say I can't feel is something that just shocked me at my core...
But then again what should I expect?
Secret boyfriends?
are you kidding me...?
But then again what should i expect...
I gave you a reason to be suspicious a reason to say those things...
With my viscosity on the subject I realize I have to be punished... and it has nothing to do with you...
Straight path to the strip club, prostitutes showing me love, prostitutes granting me clingings, Man I must admit I Love this, their ****** husky, yet I treasure a girl, I order her bloated pearls, she's no papergirl, she urges sensuality every day of the week, Unconsidered if I'm weak, belated nights kissing and clinging this is what significant other's do.
- Loverboi
Mountains,
Majestic
Mammoth
Marvelous
Mesmerizing
Mountains
Looking at them from afar
I do feel like they are giants among us
Silent giants
Sleeping giants
Sleeping, lying in wait
Eveready
To fight for us, to protect us
Us, little dwarfs, humans
Mountains
Looking at them from a close up view
I wish, I wish I could conquer them,
Climb on them and place on them, my own flag
And shout out to the world, that I have conquered those giants
Mountains,
Silent, sleeping, non moving
Stony, shapeless, ancient
Yes, ancient, bearing the imprint of the past
Of when creation was still in turmoil
Of when Mother Earth did toss and turn her spherical shape
So as to bring forth the perfect setting for life to thrive
Mountains
Monotonous yes
Mountains,
So moody, like me
Mountains, bearing the fright of doom
Falling on us, falling and drowning us in a sea of mud
Mountains,
Mysterious entities of this planet,
Mountains
Bearing the weight of my admiration
Yes, mountains, each of them do tell a story, yes
Do listen, do watch them closely,
Do read them, their slopes, their habitations
Mountains,
Being part of this world's environment
Being so unconsidered so far
But mountains
Bold and conquered by only a few
Mountains,
Powerful enough as to give us all a musky thrill!
A young man came from Sandy Hook
To play his fiddle for our sheer pleasure
Scottish reels and an occasional Irish folk song
From memory, for little he gladly entertained
Though enormously talented, he suffered
From a debilitating disease of mind long
Unconsidered by family, friends, teachers, all
Despite his blighted social skills and
Sometimes strange and inexplicable behavior
We did not comprehend his innermost needs
No one became acquainted with his inner child
No one reached inside his mind defiled.
We learned he discovered the Internet
Which, in time, would be his undoing.
As the story read, he was communicating
Suggestively with someone unknowingly
So, the law came and carried him off to jail
No one seemed the wiser for his immaturity.
I went to see what I could do to help
But I was much much too late to intervene
In the middle of the night he had played
A few Scottish reels and an Irish folk song
Entertained the block of the incarcerated
And in the darkness took his own life.
For what manner of beast,
sad creature,
mad monster,
deeply dark angel east,
does everyday accompaniment
seed cold contempt
instead of breeding warm sacred resonance?
Should beloveds
not expect to grow in sublime stature
not despite, but for humored respite, flirtatious flaws,
fallen fractured nature, merely human
after and before All.
Divine epiphany,
fully-flowered gods and holy-climaxed goddesses
relinquishing anti-divine powers
redundantly secularized,
now old bad not-news,
Flaws adored
because of these robust fractures
of opportunity
to remind Belovers:
Silent patience bleeds fatigued compassion
heading toward disgust,
self-shaming,
other-blaming
for missed transcendent mindful bliss
Of anima--
dark animal angel nature
Away from all this daily mundane muck,
life not as love would design us
but Earth's timeless generations
have invited each of holy us
uniquely to let go of contemptuous patience
with ourselves and other-selves,
ego-beings and eco-becomings
To grab hold of curiously courageous nature
here in this deep dark in-between place
Where human nature grows most profligate
and naked
and vulnerably courageous
To consider all missing facts
of life most fully unconsidered
and to love, regardless
as if each sacred absent moment,
each transitioning year,
were our health wealthiest last
and final 20/20 revision
Since we first sacred emerged
into social
and cultural
and eco-political light,
divine and mundane,
sublimely sacred and routinely worthy
of good-humored contempt,
And,
most cutting double-edge of all,
this courageously curious humane nature
spiritually in-between
already old
and reasonably new
Conserving empires
while masquerading liberal inspirations.
Who is like the Sun
who comes riding his white steed
the leader of the holy ones
and of his people Abram's seed
I will hold you because it is what you need
I will listen above all others I exceed
when I arrive it will be to take you home
a place of Love where you will never be alone
I'll give you children who are needing your affection
with the ability to give them all protection
this is the home that contains abundant joy
where happiness reaches every girl and boy
In this home no child will ever hunger
suffer any pain or any kind of danger
they will be able to run the fields wild
play with the animals like every dreaming child
Every day will be a new adventure
not dependant on some monetary venture
every family of the nations has this task
to learn of Loves requirements at last
Earth was meant to be a place of beauty
not a hard line of unconsidered duty
where people hate learning how to give
but free to Love and reaching out to live
We have painted the pictures over many century
for your consideration of what will come to be
you have the choice of what you listen to
and of your actions in everything you do
For all existing must learn a single Law
that Love must cover everyone to exist at all
every example that to you which has been given
demonstrates the cause effect that you have been livin'
Over and over the truth these examples set
in daily life the things you must not forget
when you understand that every I must become We
for without Love you cannot reside eternity
These are the things promised to Loves Bride
the joys of Life and working side by side
a perfect Union of those joined heart to heart
to bring forth Life and in its sharing have a part
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Percy Shelly haunts
man prized rights from stolen prose
unconsidered sex
The day has many hours to fill
And most are unconsidered,
So often, we’re surprised by
All the time that we have frittered.
Yet sometimes, there’s a giant gap,
With minutes that are waiting
To see what we’ll resort to,
What ideas are percolating.
Most often, it’s the most mundane –
The phone, TV or reading
That makes the time slip quickly by,
The empty hours receding.
Before we know it, day is done;
We prep for life tomorrow
When, likely, we’ll look back and wish
For minutes we could borrow.
Do you believe me?
My love and hate,
Always is motivated
To confirm my belief.
Considered on unconsidered,
Activation of development,
Consistence of growth,
Remarks of my confirmation.
If you don’t understand me,
You will understand me. One day,
If you understand me
That’s my belief.
You will encourage me,
When you will feel proud,
A respect of my deeds,
A patience of my consciences.
I work for your easiness,
A softness of relaxation,
I approach to Increase happiness,
Who has no sufferings?