Best Unduly Poems
Agile
Black
Cats
Dart
Eerily
From
Gloomy
Hallways
Initiating
Jolts -
Killing
Lackadaisical
Moods
Notably
Of
People
Quintessentially
Ruffled -
Spooking
Them
Unduly -
Verifying
Wanted
Xenial
Yearnings
ZAPPED
Nov. 9, 2021
for William Kekaula's Alphabet Soup Poetry Contest
Categories:
unduly, cat,
Form:
Abecedarian
courtesy of management in general
and particularly Jackie Geiger
assistant property agent.
One benefit living social
at Highland Manor Apartments
until decrepit and bent...
constitutes qualifying for reimbursement
direct deposited into checking
as chump change event,
hence one generic grateful gent
feels self satisfied as Clark Kent.
After broken wing and prayer
granted courtesy The Flying Tigers
at long last located valuable information
issued December of each year
surprisingly enough exactly where
social security (2021) 1099 form
remained untouched, I swear,
yet earlier yesterday April 5th, 2022
at 1500 hours though very near,
and finally located necessary documentation
(think rental rebate) here
with unexpected discovery
birthed following poem aware
many if not all avid readers
will not care, nor give rat's a$$
regarding humdrum minor dilemma
involving one bonafide
*****sapiens merely
bruising himself – common Joe
garden variety generic biomass,
nonetheless, he fetes, lauds, tauts...
rental rebate tantamount
approximating financial reimbursement
without being unduly crass.
Thus reasonable rhyme
yours truly doth aire
without stut... stut...
stuttering, yet no guarantee
wordsworth their weight
in gold will ring clear
more likely receive
frosty reception everywhere
across world wide web,
perhaps with unwelcome glare,
yet profuse apology
if man with wit - me,
(i.e. Whitman) didst unwittingly interfere
with unwanted distraction
courtesy bobbing square
pants donned sponge
soaking up precious time (yours)
foolish longfellow rushing in where
one capricorn long since wed
not nsync, but alone,
cuz angels fear to tread
"quod erat demonstrandum"
forgotten Latin accessed
at least once year
when yours truly crafts poetry
more familiarly recognized as Q.E.D.
(shares close pronunciation
with ska quid word)
ditch costs extra nay saying
horse sense according to Ned,
whoop sorry, I meant mister Ed.
Categories:
unduly, appreciation, april, blessing, celebration,
Form:
Rhyme
Most restful sleep since... being in utero
Courtesy restless leg syndrome
spouse called me expletive rat fink
ousted me out the bed with plink
as lovely bones almost got extinct,
whence consoled self singing ditty
Skidamarink a-dink a-dink
makeshift burrow of pillows nsync
shuteye analogous to grateful dead,
Elysian Fields I did drink
yours truly fast asleep
found repose within eyeblink
awoke rested minus
knotted knobs entire body kink
metaphorical twisted human pretzel,
yours truly did not shrink
though disabled to walk,
hence mobility regressed
circumscribing me ambulatory
range to crawl and slink,
no matter paralyzed
(albeit temporarily), I think
above mentioned rectifies
Quandary whereat legs
shimmy and shake
keeping the missus awake
she requires daily at least
twenty four hours
of beauty rest to slake
lest she renders me into
chopped liver and/
or skewered beefcake
nuttin I divulge "fake,"
courtesy this corny flake,
who years gone by
a scoundrel and rake
straying against marital fidelity
triggering psychological earthquake
present crisis pits less at stake,
thus forgive wordplay
much more age
appropriate than pattycake,
perhaps slight hyperbole
thee only literary gambit
up figurative sleeve,
me ain't no magician,
nor gifted with holiness
able to walk across lake
thus harmlessly,
kiddingly, purposelessly...
cavort, frolick,
before darkness, when I
unduly forced to betake
self and disappear hoping the morrow
will find most bushy tailed wideawake.
Categories:
unduly, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
The Gullah people drift with the tide,
existing by the Charleston seaside.
Their lives more often unduly harsh,
yielding and melding with the marsh.
Africans of Dominican voice impressed.
Tales of Bruh rabbit are among the best.
From all over the world they came
Slaves, but, of rice field planting fame.
~
Categories:
unduly, people,
Form:
Rhyme
They set aside views sometimes avoiding conflict real.
Voicing their concerns to no-one that matters truly,
Ones that stir the pot, while time is what they steal,
These voices in shadows sustain all that’s unruly.
Riding the severity, ripping others minds cruelly.
They have no servitude, just societies recklessness.
Hidden behind the true wealth, fading unduly,
They do not fight for reality, existing in weakness.
Those who ultimately rise for all have great consciousness.
These are the thinkers, poets, philosopher’s existing free.
Each of these set aside and speaks driving from darkness.
Creativity from mind, allows them to speak, others to see.
Humankind has vast distinct differences, of what is freedom.
Unfortunately very few times, do rulers have true wisdom?
Written for
Sponsor Dr.Ram Mehta
Contest Name The Spenserian Sonnet
Categories:
unduly, history, life, people, philosophy,
Form:
Sonnet
It is not because I was unduly worried then.
That miserable beauty spot was becoming a ball.
I never bothered about it since I was a man
Or that it could some sort of vicious cancer I recall.
But my ugly beauty spot grew just below my eye.
It hampered my vision and made it difficult to read.
So I went to the dermatologist with a big sigh,
Hoping that cutting the spot off would not make me bleed.
The doctor laughed, we just burn it off, it would not hurt.
Alas hurt it did but the spot of beauty was just gone.
But then I could read properly for me, my dessert.
Happy I was though I had to pay well to Doctor John.
That was twenty years ago. Nothing disturbed my reading.
But now the beauty spot returned all covered in black.
I will not pay another bill and see it bleeding.
I could read my all-lovely books from back to back.
NB This is a true story. The spot or wart was a hindrance. It grew back as a dark flat skin after some twenty years. Trust my daughter to insist I should do away with it. More wasted money. I bet in twenty more years it will grow again. But in twenty years I will be dead. So who cares!
Categories:
unduly, 12th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
The old man sat quietly. He was pensively weighing his actions and the balance of right and wrong in his life. Finally realizing there were better things to do he simply told God he was willing for Him to take care of consequence in due time. It was June, though it seemed unduly cold for the time of year. His old chair squeaked as he strained a couple of rocks, to and fro, and he thought, “My gosh the critters are noisy tonight.” Not that he thought the squeak was from the bugs, because he knew better. It was simply a noisy evening. He smiled as he thought about how much pleasure he had given old man Taylor because he and his buddy Jason had stole two watermelons from old man Taylor’s small garden. Old man Taylor must have told that tale half a million times or more to anyone he was around more than fifteen minutes. Funny thing though, he could remember when it only took about 30 seconds to tell, but now was like ten minutes.
‘Where's my sweater” he thought as the night chill sent a shiver across those boney old shoulders. A toothless grin showed he didn’t like wearing those store bought pearlies when he was alone. “ Dad gum!! What was I just thinking about. Oh! my sweater!” He wouldn’t have remembered but he was still cold. That seemed to be the biggest waste of growing old. He had to relive every thought three or four times before he could let it go. He just seemed to think he would never bring it back again. Truth is he was right. He laid his head down on his pillow shortly thereafter. He took a last drag off a worn out cigarette and ground it out in the ashtray beside the bed. “Only time he smoked,” he told the Doc, and it was the truth. Oh, eons back he had the habit bad, but good sense took hold of the better half of him and prevailed in the fight to give them up. And it was a fight after smoking some thirty odd years. It was the only good thing what came out of his daddy’s death some forty years earlier. That was the last thought he ever had as his head snuggled down into the clean pillowcase, a smile upon his lips.
evening mist curls
slowly up the rugged path
pondering life journey
Categories:
unduly, age,
Form:
Haibun
There is oft an awkward tilt
Twixt a father and a son.
'Tis as if a sense of guilt
Overshadows each one.
No mention is made of it
Pretending it isn't real.
Neither is willing to admit
It's a feeling both do feel.
The words they speak
Are wrung from the tongue
Unduly forced and meek
Like a song weakly sung.
What subdues them is the fact
That father must yield to son.
Thus they artfully act
As if the truth were undone.
But truth will wield its way,
An aged practice will abide.
Then for son will come a day
When he too must step aside.
It's a pattern as old as the skies
This tilt twixt father and son.
It drives generations to rise,
It's the way the earth is run.
Categories:
unduly, family, father, son,
Form:
Rhyme
evening mist curls
slowly up the rugged path
pondering life journey
The old man sat quietly. He was pensively weighing his actions and the balance of right and wrong in his life. Finally realizing there were better things to do he simply told God he was willing for Him to take care of consequence in due time. It was June, though it seemed unduly cold for the time of year. His old chair squeaked as he strained a couple of rocks, to and fro, and he thought, “My gosh the critters are noisy tonight.” Not that he thought the squeak was from the bugs, because he knew better. It was simply a noisy evening. He smiled as he thought about how much pleasure he had given old man Taylor because he and his buddy Jason, as kids, had stole two watermelons from old man Taylor’s small garden. Old man Taylor must have told that tale half a million times or more to anyone he was around more than fifteen minutes. Funny thing though, he could remember when it only took about 30 seconds to tell, but now was like ten minutes.
‘Where my sweater” he thought as the night chill sent a shiver across those boney old shoulders. A toothless grin showed he didn’t like wearing those store bought pearlies when he was alone. “ Dad gum!! What was I just thinking about. Oh! my sweater!” He wouldn’t have remembered but he was still cold. That seemed to be the biggest waste of growing old. He had to re-live every thought three or four times before he could let it go. He just seemed to think he would never bring it back again. Truth is he was right. He laid his head back on his pillow shortly thereafter. He took a last drag off a worn out cigarette and ground it out in the ashtray beside the bed. “Only time he smoked,” he told the Doc, and it was the truth. Oh, eons back he had the habit bad, but good sense took hold of the better half of him and prevailed in the fight to give them up. And it was a fight, after smoking some thirty odd years. That was the only good thing what came out of his daddy’s death some forty years earlier. This was the last thought he ever had as his head snuggled down into the clean pillowcase, a smile upon his lips.
the final verse
always ends the same
hallelujah
Categories:
unduly, feelings,
Form:
Prose
The thread of life we're not given
To understand,
It"s like trying to catch a moonbeam
In your hand.
For life's a gift that all too soon
Will disappear,
Leaving us to face that everlasting
New frontier.
The scales of justice won't render
What we'll ask,
But mercy will be most sought
For vitality"s task.
Your final assessment will be
Determined by sin,
Not how generous or scant
Years have been.
Don't delve unduly on the future
For days go fast,
Only treasures laying up in Heaven
Will surely last.
Categories:
unduly, faith, life,
Form:
Lyric
Billowing taupe clouds, hunker down and hem in the Peninsula,
The morning rips open
A glimpse of sun shone; a lemon curd slivers between slits of of silver illumination
The first hint of light glances up frothing crests of salted foam,
Waves slap mineralized milky encrusted piers,
A place she never goes,
The boats, the ropes, salted misty chalky vapors
All a mockery of thematic proportions,
Unduly deliver a set, a scene,
In which a broken-hearted woman creaks about over well trodden planks
With a mystery in her eyes,
A coat two-sizes too big
And a hint of faded spicy cologne
Envelopes her unconscious, the odor she is unaware of
She perceives a mounted flaking, patinated iron harpoon mere décor
A prop on the set of this distant sea,
An artifact for ancient ways of hunting, the heart of the whale she knew was the size of twenty men.
Old men begin to mill about from the shore they amble toward the beauty and the death of the sea,
The lulling sea
A salve for old men, a balm to quell the roaring mind,
Clapboard sided sea worn boats rise and fall not of their own accord,
But as slaves to the the great sea, slaves to the sea
They carry metal traps, hemp ropes
And the unforgiving memories of the land,
“Landlubbers” she muses. A momentary countenance of mirth gleams in her eye.
Such a funny word. An erstwhile chuckle engages her lips as she knows now the seriousness of life, whereby in bygone times mother warned: “Love will make a mockery of us all”
Categories:
unduly, lost, love, ocean, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
GARDEN LOVE
Landscaped and designed lovingly by yours truly,
Had no option, as lightening hit my favourite tree,
One that my Dad planted, destined to fall
Cracked down the middle, five storeys tall,
Had been attacked overnight, died a death unduly.
Asked the tree fellers to leave stump one storey high,
Would not let my Fathers presence in the garden die,
So re-designed and re-landscaped our garden,
Ignored protests, proceeded, beg your pardon,
Gardener and I worked hard, all marvel as they pass by!
Categories:
unduly, garden,
Form:
Limerick
Why does the heart get all the credit for love?
By so-called affairs of the heart,
that most storied of organs is not unduly inconvenienced.
It beats,
now faster, now slower,
that is all, its task ever unvaried.
But the brain.
The brain is swarmed
by a scream of consciousness,
the amount of work that lands on its desk
swollen by an epidemic of incoming data
as body-wide receptors caffeinated by intimations of love
report frequent sightings of
unexampled beauty followed by euphoric contacts.
Every signal, real or illusory, is taken into custody and interrogated
to determine its authenticity or duplicity.
Every word is a code that needs to be deciphered with a
clear-eyed detachment it can no longer muster.
Every look is transferred to the left side
for facial-contextual-inferential analysis but often hijacked by the right
for the purpose of aesthetic appreciation.
Every scent is identified and catalogued with
a perfumer's olfactory precision.
There are hints to catch,
spats to be postmortemed,
crucial dates to be inoculated against amnesia,
preferences to be recorded, compared, grafted,
model answers to catch-22 questions drafted,
declarations of adoring allegiance crafted.
The subject’s mind is apparently required to be read,
two sets of past, present, future to be crossbred,
blindness to other females pled.
There are virtues to exaggerate to divine proportions,
flaws to modify to virtues with willful distortions,
desires to mollify by counseling patience,
thoughts to be felt,
feelings to be thought,
vertigo to be fought.
Still the to-do list grows,
the repairing of an attention that no longer spans,
the mistaking of what happens to millions of others daily
as a unique personal miracle,
the confusing of being loved with being special,
the projecting of an untested passion into an eternity,
the steadying of feet that has taken to walking on air,
the murdering of ballads meant to be trilled,
and the admonishing
of that nonchalantly speeding heart
to be still.
Categories:
unduly, body, crush, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
Friends support eachother through
trials no matter how far the miles
they go, a true friend will
always be there for you that is
for sure.
Friends are loyal companions
who are loving all the time, they are happy to
give all they have, generous acts
kind words, gently spoken
warms our hearts and lifts
our spirit,helps melt away the
cares, and concerns when we
are having a bad day.
When we are unduly anxious with worries
upon our mind it is a great comfort to know
a precious friend is always near we will find,
Friends like this are Beautiful and
kind.
In Life we look for a friend with whom we can
confide and share our sorrows and pain
but also our joys and happiness
too,
I wanted to confide and share something with you,
the truth is I really care about you,
Special Friends are Precious and few
and I will always be
A Special Friend To you, all your life through
no matter what we choose to do I promise to
Always stand by you,
cherish and care for you
My Friend.
Categories:
unduly, friendship, passion, uplifting, friend,
Form:
Light Verse
Unaware the battle has been won,
His every ounce of blood now gone
A fallen soldier lay upon the battlefield
His might and power not to yield
Faithful, genuine, simple and pure;
His honor required that he endure.
For those he fought, he did not hate
His now to endures that tempted fate
Must he be deemed unduly and rebuked.
His patriotism, honor and death resolute
Categories:
unduly, courage, death, destiny, devotion,
Form:
Rhyme