Best Undismayed Poems
Written: August 19, 2023
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In the world where shadows dwell,
A tale of woe I shall now tell
Of hearts that wept both night and day,
As hope seemed distant, fading away.
Tears would flow, as rivers, they'd cascade,
Yet, still, they wiped them away, undismayed.
With shields and spears, they stood so strong.
Wills are unwavering, and spirits throng.
In the realm where shadows dwell,
A battle raged—a war from hell.
Vain were the efforts to quiet its wrath.
As darkness consumed the righteous path.
But amidst the chaos, a glimmer of light
An angel sings, soaring in flight.
Her voice was as the wind, so gentle and pure.
Brought solace to hearts, making them endure.
Her song, a balm for the weary soul,
A sparkle of hope in a world of coal
She sang of fields of mown hay,
Of summers past and brighter days.
And as her voice echoed through the night,
The devil cursed, his rage taking flight.
He knew the power of her song.
Could undo his evil and expose his wrong.
But the angel sang on, undeterred.
Her melody is a weapon; her words are a sword.
She sang of love and of mercy and grace.
Of pity for the poor, the lost, and the misplaced.
The heavens frowned upon the devil's plight,
His feeble fright was no match for their might.
They sent a dreadful storm to quell his rage.
To silence his curses, his fury to a cage.
But still, the angel sang with all her might.
A beauteous sight, a celestial light
Her voice pierced through the thunder roar.
As she sang of forgiveness and galore.
The devil trembled; his power diminished.
For the angel's song, his darkness couldn't replenish.
And in the midst of the battle fray,
The angel's song brought a raw day.
I slide along the edge of the stream,
Crossing the narrow road leading to it,
Search in the depth of the fussed ocean,
To find the portion reserved for me.
I wander throughout the space,
Tracking the silvery, sparkled stars;
Conspicuously, I've been so exhausted,
My naive heart chose not to surrender!
I interrogate the reflective could,
It points me to the house of obscurity,
I hasten to go to the peaceful spot,
There was not even the shadow of it!
I had even walked out of boundaries,
To know whether which direction it took,
I crapped out an fell on the wrong road.
I, however, was hopeful and undismayed!
Lastly, a quiescent mind appealing me,
Thus, my heart plunges under the ocean,
To strike out the accuracy of the true love,
Meanwhile, I still hope that it will discern it!
Trees dance while autumn sweeps the day
until the music fades
but when boughs brood beneath the snow
to rest in winter's shade,
each naked limb sleeps undismayed
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For Andrea's Contest: Envelop Quintet
After all was said and done
Before I’d reached a clear conclusion
Could It ever be the same
Down the years of trial and error
Estimation of the future
For the best determination
Going over and again
Heading nowhere so it seemed
I should know by now much better
Jeopardy is never distant
Killing time is not the answer
Living life not in the present
Makes no sense to blame another
Never taking a decision
Only makes for consequences
Postulated not by me
Quite opaque the future seemed
Reason lost in the confusion
Still it never is too late
To pick up the shards of life
Undismayed by past disasters
Vesting promise in the future
Wing and prayer the mode of travel
Xerox me with better answers
Yield them for consideration
Zest of life the validation
This that addles the brain
is not of opium or some such stuff
It has a special recipe :
Stardust and cuckoo eggs
slowcooked in the bile that rose in Cain
flavored with Phoenician almonds
chilled in the eyes of the subSaharan mom
holding close her starving child in vain
So that one grazing lazily
undismayed by slaughter to right and left
dreams of chewing the cud at end of day
When the prattle of pompous priests is done
and once again
one readies eagerly for futile dreams
in unending rain
We should all be most afraid
Since they’ve abolished Roe v. Wade
For legislators won’t be swayed
Despite the nation’s ire.
Women feel we’ve been betrayed
By those whose actions have displayed
A heartlessness that will pervade
With consequences dire.
If attention had been paid
Some reason might have helped persuade
The justices that they have made
A move that will require
An all-out battle, a crusade
Of women who’ll be undismayed
Expressing rage that will not fade,
Our uteri on fire.
I waited and I waited just in case she’d been delayed
I stood there feeling foolish, though I acted undismayed
A movie and some popcorn might have won her pretty smile
And I was very keen and so I waited quite a while
Perhaps she didn’t like the fact I had a missing tooth
I’d heard another one would grow and hoped that was the truth
I hoped to tell Jemima of the money that I’d found…
“Hid my tooth under my pillow and it turned into a pound.”
Jemima, as my girlfriend wasn’t stretching much belief
I didn’t have much money, but I had a lot teeth
Losing one seemed scary, but the outcome could be great
Because, you see, the tooth fairy was paying for our date
But then I felt a flutter as Jemima said “Hello.”
She covered up her mouth and said, “There’s something you should know,
I’ve also lost a tooth and now I’m ugly as a witch.”
I said, “And I’m a warlock but, with all these teeth, we’re rich.”
'Twas slightly scary in terms doctors know
did nurses nimble who would pass this way.
Prickly plied do glories go
so soon alas undismayed.
Long time in fact she thought
jabbed her vaccsees as she fought.
Needling here high 'n low
ends to this virus she so sought.
Come flee false harms some speakers sent
ner fears those thinnius wackovaccs.
Lest all hear harms we will allay
to get her heartfelt heathland back.
'Twas slightly scary in terms doctors know
did nurses nimble who would pass this way.
Prickly plied do glories go
so soon alas undismayed.
Notes: Attribution to Lewis Carroll for his classics
in onomatopoeia, portmanteau, nonsense rhyme
devices - Jabberwocky, The Hunting of the Snark
When you steal, it’s more than an object you take—
You sever a thread in the soul you forsake.
That bracelet? A gift from a mother now gone.
That wallet? A dream that someone leaned on.
Behind every item lies a story untold,
A piece of a life that was cherished and bold.
To you it’s just something—cheap, small, or fast,
But to them it’s a moment that never comes back.
You may not hear the silent cry,
Or see the look in their searching eye.
But a wound is made, silent and wide,
And something pure begins to die inside.
In taking what’s not yours to claim,
You tarnish your truth, you darken your name.
A flame within flickers low and cold,
And down a darker path, you’re pulled.
Yet there’s a choice before that fall—
To rise, to grow, to heed the call.
Learn the worth of honest trade,
And let your light shine undismayed.
Respect what’s theirs, find your own way.
Stealing may take, but it won’t ever pay.
TAURUS
Truthful, Talented, Talkative, Trustworthy, Me in Taurus, always Transparent.
Also, Attractive, Affirmative, Aggressive, Admirable, Ambitious, Aspirant.
Undoubtedly Undaunted, Undismayed, Unprejudiced personality to hold
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Righteous, Reasonable, Rational, yet Resplendent, Romantic heart to unfold.
Usually Untiring, Unshrinking, Unshaken wherever, whenever to appear.
Sharing same Birthday with Legendary Poet William Shakespeare.
04/01/21
'Bite size poem-No.6' Contest by Line Gauthier.
MY BELOVED
Accomplished affirmative aggressive all along ambitious.
Bright brilliant blooming bubbling.
Courageous competent courteous classy
Dedicated devoted dulcet dreamer drinking desires
Elegant efficient enthusiastic.
Frolic fair fairy.
Graceful glamorous generous.
Humble hearty honest.
Intelligent Ingenious Innovative.
Jubilant joyful.
Kind-hearted knowledgeable.
Lovely lively liberal lady.
Majestic mirthful modest.
Nice noble.
Officious optimist, open-minded.
Pleasant pristine persona.
Quiet quaint quirky.
Reckless righteous responsible.
Soft sober simple selfless.
Truthful tactful transparent.
Upbeat undismayed upright.
Valorous vigorous vibrant.
Wisely whimsical witty.
Youthful.
Zealous.
*Image of Animals Noah by Pixabay.
Think Big, Worry Less
The day hath appeared as all creatures met,
they hath parted themselves by groups of twos,
as they slid, crawled, march, flew without a sweat,
onboard the welcomed vessel of hope cruise.
Arranged by alphabets all unafraid,
like the two ants who hath boarded the ark,
both fully aware but were undismayed,
with namely, Mr. & Mrs. Aardvark.
Nickname is their telltale like their diet,
ants knew the alligators follows them,
thereon, anacondas slide while quiet,
the ark, passengers all tight as a drum.
Yet small, they lift multiple times their weight,
ratios, alphas help, those ants ARE great!
2021 July 30
I scale the jagged crags on wings of whispered verse,
and strew my path with beauties freshly born.
Unhindered I invade the marble palaces,
armed with weapons forged within this mortal frame.
I draw the gleaming sword from its ancient sheath,
and pierce the tyrant’s heart with keenest blade;
I sever every cable of his fragile throne,
and watch his trembling empire fade to shade.
Like eagles I ascend on currents of pure thought,
where coruscating gleams of insight dance and play.
I drink the silent music of the waking world,
and roam through fierce, uncharted shades in search of hidden jewels.
Though pulses quicken with the chill of fear or doom,
I stand caparisoned in courage, undismayed.
I see vast legions trapped within their frantic race,
blind to the filth that stains their fleeting days.
Oh, that they might awaken while the ink still flows
how brief the hour, how vague these shadowed moments!
Yet poetry, in her quiet majesty,
captures but a chosen few, and lets the rest drift on.
Bold-lit lamp, rained on, snowed on
Undaunted; undismayed.
Even of tree's fleshy torn strips
What is splattered for leaf.
Constant standing in one place
With this one fixed purpose;
Courage, nights! Which clear heart-way
Steadies as smooths beneath.
Said Fred, the resentful Doorman,
(overworked and underpaid)
to Ed, the surly Foreman,
(overrated yet undismayed)
'I'll call you a cab, if you beckon,
you'll want a quick getaway, I reckon,'
and snidely sniggered,
under his breath, 'You're a hack!'
surprising the top nob on the job,
as, Fred had the knack
of insulting, without denigrating,
and yet, debating
whether to hold a grudge,
Ed decided, 'Yes,' but not a big one,
which he couldn't carry, as it wouldn't budge.
And altho', toe to toe,
the two did not see eye to eye,
so, trading barbed epithets
and loud expletives on the fly,
they let go at one another,
I don't know, so don't ask me why.