Best Unguided Poems
...Apologies to Heraclitus and W. H. Auden...
We, defeated by the merest things,
in defeat, endure...for now.
No abiding truth in faith:
origins and destinations
we cannot differentiate,
all random, unguided
by any prescient power;
but, not illogical
(there is no illogic.)
We impose all universal order,
influence what subsequently occurs,
to learn, or not, through endless repetition,
endless failure...and we are
but a current iteration,
here for now -- in constant flux,
defeated by the merest things.
Courage and nobility derived
from continued confrontation,
continued endless struggle,
let us show an affirming flame.
Categories:
unguided, angst, conflict, confusion, courage,
Form:
Free verse
Tell me of your peace.
Let it tell your story now
Of trials and tribulations, a tale not of dreams
Weary from a journey of self-discovery
My child, know the comfort in your peace
You feel hope in this familiar place
As it gently sloughs the pain away
Tell me of your peace
In which we all are blessed and free
Search throughout your soul sweet child
Peer not within your cluttered mind
Look out to rest your tired eyes but do not let them see
Solace found strewn upon daily thoughts is fleeting at it's best
Lasting merely moments, in untouched souls a true peace
Oh yes! You'll know when you arrive but only you will know
The world will melt away as a candle left under the blazing sun
Away away, until you feel home again, an unguided familiar scene
An innocence once lost is restored, all sins suddenly forgiven
Soaking this in with relucant ease,
Breathe it deep with a slow release
Take it in, delight in details you discover
Be calm here child, please have no fear, I am here
You are safe in this place of yours, no hurt no tears
We share not the same peace, no no
Unique to each of us, yet stranger to none
Trust in more than what you see, know beauty is within reach
We share this unspoken bond of freedom from ourselves
Please young one, listen closer now
I say, leave it all behind you love, it will only weigh you down
Cleanse yourself of careless words and careful lies
I know you're weary, let go of all you carry
Don't be afraid, here you are burden free
Trust in you, blessed one, it's easier than you believe
Sweet child, tell me now if you see
Peace resting deep within
Waiting for you
For you to let it be
Categories:
unguided, bird, child, daughter, girl,
Form:
Prose Poetry
In the heavens above on any given day
Countless stars are born to blaze the skies
Trillions speak their truth through verse and song
As they praise, inspire and light the path
Fallen star brings joy he twinkles and shines
Both Man and creature in wonderment gaze
In the middle of the winter of ‘78
Formed and fashioned in love by the Master’s hands
The young star set forth toward his destiny
‘cross millions of galaxies constellations far
Reaching earth’s galaxy along the Milky Way
To add brilliance and illuminate our world
This perilous journey he was called to make
Proved daunting too complex to accomplish alone
Distracted by forces beyond his strength
He strayed and fell as countless before
Anger and pride as companions he chose
Would retard his progress yet for a while
The Master keeping watch over his universe
Saw the young star unguided he stumbled he fell
God projected his will providing another way out
In wisdom with calm resolution he allowed him to fall
Through the fire refined like silver and gold
Preparation confirmed the journey to complete
There’s a new day coming just over the horizon
When Fallen star will arise fired and strong
In the interim all plans are made fool proof
Tools are honed cleaned and sharpened
For this journey a lifetime to make
Fallen star aims high to blaze the skies
For Jimmy M. with love--*
Categories:
unguided, dedication, friendship, lifestar, journey,
Form:
Free verse
walk softly in
rest your weary head
and listen...
the same
rhythm
pulse
current
flowing unforced
unguided
unimpeded
uncontrollable river
that is flooding my soul
flows through my veins to your heart
do you hear? the surge
the rush unhurried
the life force that flows at the pace it must go
Categories:
unguided, love, passion
Form:
Free verse
American teachers guiding America’s youth
They hold the key to our future’s door
So we pay three and a half times more
To the man who pulled your tooth
We are America’s students,
Our country’s future is in our hands,
So our teachers, teach with prudence
Except to those who just don’t understand
Deemed unwitting and doomed to fail
What future is to be held within their hands?
We send them unguided down this unsure trail
And yet we expect them, still to have a chance
Maybe they’ll just work in retail sales
Or go join the infantry; hope they don’t get shot,
Or maybe get out, do crime; fill up our jails.
At least they're not hooked on Oxy or smoking pot
At least there's not six hundred fifty k
Who’ve grown up, to be without a place to stay
At least there's not a whole seven k
Who drop outta high school every single day
At least out of forty four advanced economies
We're not thirty third
For percent with post-high school degrees
In fact we must be the best country the world can find,
Because here, No Child is Left Behind,
And Every Student Succeeds
Except for those with dysfunctional families
We are America’s students,
Our country’s future is in our hands,
Sometimes we feel like we just can’t do this
Its like we’re not in our country’s plans
American teachers guiding America’s youth
They hold the key to our future’s door
They’re the ones that have to fix this mess
The solution? Hell, pay them less
Categories:
unguided, 11th grade, america, education,
Form:
Free verse
We went headlong into Joshua Tree,
the four of us.
Flower maps, Del Taco stops, cigarette butts, and Steel Kettle
armed us through the hot desert air.
This was a time when my voice was lost,
that passionate pointing of your being.
I worked my way through the weekend like the cursor unguided,
drifting across the computer screen.
And this was okay. We find things in the desert.
Traces of the forgotten, colors blooming from
endless rock and sand. Friendship and intimacy
playing like the praying of folded hands, fingers
of the landscape entwining with the fingers of man.
It all seemed so untouched, we felt,
as our own lives spilled out of us drip by drip
across the fire, seeking new bonds
and dropping old baggage, sparkling and crackling
Into dark cool night.
The all-revealing sun in our mornings set sweltering
the space between our hairs, above our eyes,
within our speech, making slick and dizzy
our touching as we hiked, hopped,
climbed, and perched unforgiving surfaces.
Back now, after the drive, the plane, the park-and-ride, and now the office...
my voice still fills a few feet from my body,
though now I know it's still with me,
naked, exposed and wanting as it was
laid out over the natural scars of the wild desert.
I heard it's call, I heard my name,
and knew all that I was, and am, and will ever be.
Categories:
unguided, adventure, nature, placesvoice, voice,
Form:
Free verse
"I should have lost a gesture and a pose.
Sometimes these cogitations still amaze
The troubled midnight and the moon's repose."
---"La Figlia Che Pionge"; T.S. Eliot
Que tan dificil es
decir todo lo que siento.
O! This emptiness,
this vacuity,
this unfilled mental space
not admitting place
to what does not pass
our tests of time,
or logic --
no crutches
in opposition to
unembellished fact --
no sweetened fairy tales,
no selfish constructs
to justify
seizing goods or power;
no promises of forever
nor of endless pleasures:
only bare existence --
"being" --
in this unguided,
ultimately purposeless
angst-filled universe.
And, always,
mere inertia, eternal resistance
or accelerating change toward
foreseeable, entirely predictable
end.
Act!
Construct reality!
Live your life.
Categories:
unguided, angst, anxiety, dark, destiny,
Form:
Free verse
despite some consideration for the hows, whys, wherefores and whether
unguided, wandering through known universe tying things together
aged in millenniums, centuries, decades, days, hours and minutes
each one existing where all things may be true within their own limits
why, oh why have such tribulations of strife and tears befallen us?
does not the wealth of true human knowledge speak to and through all of us?
must we believe that all human foibles are prone to repetition?
beneficial ideologies should improve the human condition
avoiding pretension, apologies create their own disguises
unannounced guest from the past, guilt arrives in many shapes and sizes
we are fragile beings, unsuited to living beyond our planet
prone to greed, prejudice, long lasting grievances and truth's abandonment
often more than willing to turn into our own worst protagonist
Categories:
unguided, humanity, people, perspective, planet,
Form:
Monoku
"Time Machine"
Nocturnal Writer started his stroke rhythm
With a knowledgeable mellifluous realism
Hoping that he can find the perfect harmony
That might lead him to the beauty of serendipity
Suddenly a picture drops that causes interruption
The writer stops and his mind is in mode of distraction
He saw the picture iof him and the girl she loved
That ferocious moment makes him suddenly glare above
He close his eyes and feels empty handed
That moment makes him hopeless and unguided
His tears fall and loneliness occupy his heart
And after that the flashback start
"I remember the day when i first met her"
"In a park during a cold rainy weather"
"She's standing in front of a blossoming tree"
"Enjoying the rain and running free"
"I look at you smiling and you smiled back"
"You convinced me to join you and follow the track"
"That day I realized that happiness is a choice"
"While noticing your face and your angelic voice"
"I don't know where I got this feeling"
"When I'm with you its genuinely heartwarming"
"You get your phone and took a selfie with me"
"And that symbolizes our mutual feeling symmetry"
"A month ago You and I become friends"
"On that time I want us to be more than friends"
"But you confess me a very shocking story"
"That you'll be leaving soon and you will leave me"
From that moment the writer tears fall slowly
As he reminiscing a painful heartbreaking story
But he remember the girl's word and advice after saying sorry
"That everything will come to their proper places eventually"
After that the writer realizes that he created a time machine
That brought back the joyful and painful scene
He continued to write again and learned his lesson at last
That you can never say hi to your future if you can't say bye to your past.
Categories:
unguided, break up, deep, leaving,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
PASSIONS
On the deck of his life’s boat
In a state of confusion
Was he sitting
Gazing at the horizon of
The unknown
Dark clouds of doubt were hovering
In his puzzling mind
His thoughts in disarray were venturing into a labyrinth
Of faint speculations
The dilemma was his, knowing not where to go
The roads of virtue and that of vice before him
They stood:
Equally appealing
Equally accessible
Equally demanding!
He tried to pierce the veil of life’s mystery
With his wondrous, enquiring eyes but
Every effort is a sound failure:
The riddle persists
The obscurity endures
The enigma remains.
Impatience enters now his troubled psyche and
Horrid panic becomes his constant companion.
Suddenly, his choleric aimless, and violent passions
Snatched the rudder of his life’s boat in their needy:
For control
Hungry for rule and
Thirsty for power
Arrogant, reckless hands and
In their eagerness to rule over his
Disorientated mind, enslaved
Reason: The illuminated helmsman
Hand-cuffed love: The tender-hearted captain and
Tortured understanding: The knowledgeable pilot and
Threw overboard benign compassion and
Holly mercy.
Shortly after, the humane crew of lofty virtues,
Subjugated to the newly established tyranny was:
Ruthlessly deprived of its power
Violently derailed from its course and
Brutally twisted in its meaning,
To fit passions’ newly adapted schemes,
Of infamy
Of turmoil
Of inconsideration and
Of shameful vice.
Then, as the sails of vanity and blind temptations
Opened wide and
The craven wind of uncontrollable urges rushed to
Swell them with corrupt impetuous desires,
His shaky boat unguided drifted to the open rough sea
Of self-destructive indulgence,
Through the hurricane of obscure ignorance,
Towards the perilous sterile rocks of despicable lust
Where it crashed and sank into the abyss of filthy appetites,
In the graveyard of lawless souls at which
Murky desperation eternally reigns!
Ah, if only he had chosen the path of virtue!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
18 January 2013
Categories:
unguided, boat, confusion, introspection, lost,
Form:
Epic
Passionate moments filled
with zeal and zest as i gathered
thoughout babbling brooks tainted
an yet brillantly carved from a sudden
interruption of unguided cognitive skills
completely noted as french karma
binded with crued wrath unseen
gripping racing thoughts tinged
with a sensual sadness i'd become to know
very well while quiet times beckons
my inspirational soul casting a beacon light
of faint hues glorious to greet beyond
a calm walk way covered in a quiant emory
of a soft garden full of greenary
a shivering ivy conceal the sorted bliss
that quiets the empty mind between
universal meetings above the hidden stars
reaching the gravity under a rushing spring
sheer wetness bursting from a mist of lost clouds
Categories:
unguided, inspirational, sad, sensual,
Form:
Chant Royal
The Patient Pantaloon
Nick Rush
With your dangling bells, and your trepid smile, your harlequin eyes, burn like coal
With your windy heart, and your unguided fate, beyond sheer truth, lies a lost riddle
With your sunshine oozing through your tempest mask, boulders on both shoulders
WIth your silhouette pressing from your feet to the floor, much colder each day older
With your enchanted soul, and your abstract sight, blocked by shadows, due to rue
With your tangled thoughts, and your addled love, dolefulness heavy, que the blues
With that said you live to fight another day, or fight to live, which way will you sway?
With the glass half empty, still you can sip, imagine there is nothing, not even a drip.
Categories:
unguided, art, bible, cheer up,
Form:
Soaring high, as the American's eagle pride
higher now than ever before
once more, elevated nearly every last peak
how to mistreat the meek, weak unguided son
why can't you offer unrequited love to everyone?
oh, lord save me I cannot escape the agents
that take hold of me,
they surround me...
So I levitate
up and unbounded
seems I've once again found it
an escape, from an uneasy paradise
This burst explosion
A never ending love-peace energy
welling up inside
me like an underwater atom bomb
forever and ever I shall go on
accordingly unknown
An art recession?
let me make a correction
this boy's a legend
from birth on up banging hard
breaking his way through the wall
life can sometimes often throw up
come crashing hard
on the ground I wake
knowing the feeling
to lose everything
except from what I learned
from well known legends
who made the wings I fly high on
Categories:
unguided, dedication, depression, devotion, faith,
Form:
Free verse
To the wisest there is no answer
Even as a multitude perplexed
The one whose trouble is their concern
Knowing far less even for himself
Ordinary yet alone and seemingly unparalleled
Perhaps the narcissism talking
The rectitude repair if possible
But no happy cure
Not for this one like a
Substituted sheep upon the altar
Could it not have been an object
Of less potential
Unguided and unsourced, fearing
The before it is too late
Life lived as days not as a whole
Never having had an adequate defense
Against the prosecutor who knoweth all
Categories:
unguided, angst, confusion, happiness, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
I’m flooded with thoughts; rain couldn’t wash away my tears.
Pain has over ran me, though it doesn’t control me.
It’s not a win or lose situation, I am lost, unguided and left blinded, uncertain of the right path to take. Leaving me to be the perfect human; making many mistakes.
I have thoughts with high hopes to leave them forgotten as I have. A powerful part of me told me to walk away; My Heart isn’t able to express the correct words to say the things that I need, or the proper times to what I have been feeling. I’m having trouble understanding why I have been feeling this way. Another emotional state that has me focused on deeper thoughts forced with blurred visions of her walking, displaying her up lifting smile, it’s hard for me to awaken from my day dreams; she once touched me, brining me back to this reality. Hugged and held me tight without the time to react, knowing this was a beautiful mistake and I would never trade it even if it meant the pain would stop. I held her closer.
Anyone can say that they understand, I’m left with my own UN judgmental thoughts of this situation. I know what I’m feeling; I know the meaning to my own questions even without the answers. I was left with them for a reason, to embrace my mistakes no matter how beautiful.
Categories:
unguided, break up, care, emotions,
Form:
Lyric