Best Unhampered Poems
I surrender myself to you
The grains worn with times gone
I’m as withered as an old apple
That has no juice left to give but
I do remember them
Those that loved me once full of life
Laughter ringing out, foot paths worn
Do they think of me with love
Would they cry at my weathered face
Do they remember me
I sit on the hill where they used to sled
Winters all snowy soft white
Those years of tag, hiding under me
Sipping iced tea on the porch
Our life before you gave me up
Babies born in my bosom, held tightly
The tire swing that meant freedom
As you flew to touch the old oak branches
Gone now these past five years
Aborted by a fall during a storm
Years after Billie Sue was married there
All your lives being lived unhampered with loss
Then one by one you left me far behind you
School, jobs, families of your very own
Do you remember me back then
One day there came a big truck up the hill
And men carried all the furniture out
Along with boxes and boxes that went too
Tucked inside all scraps of me
I remember it so well
You were grey and a bit stooped besides
You walked together away from me
I didn’t realize it was farewell
And I sat and waited and waited and
I am waiting still
6-14-2020
Thesaurus - Abandon or Abandoned Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
~WITH MY EYES~
What do you see?
A wife?
A mother?
A mistress - or maybe a lover?
What is it about her that makes her attractive – sexy even?
Is it her eyes, or the way she smiles?
Is it the way she walks, or the way she talks - even the way she dresses?
Maybe it’s the way the wind teases the rise and fall of her hair as she walks, or the sound of her voice even - soft as birdsong with the sting of summer lightning.
Is it the curve of her breasts or the sway of her hips – the sweet smell that lingers in the air or the skip in your heart as she brushes by you, even when her passing is all but a memory?
Could it be the empathy she shows to others, or the sorrow she hides from the world - a world that makes sense with her inclusion, bringing emptiness with her absence.
Is it the love of the children?
Unhampered by the filters of time and cynicism they see only the universal mother.
The kindness and love.
The forgiveness and understanding.
What do you see?
I see all of the above – I see my wife.
I 70 West
Across the miles unhampered by the scene
the majesty of space, the vacant sky,
the interstate that long ago appeared
as yellow brick that led to places where
a girl could have her way, or so it seemed.
Past meadow lark and pheasant set to fly,
Past waving wheat, or blowing, freezing snow,
forever disappeared into nowhere.
I seventy, I'd lose you to the day,
where eighty-five was norm in sixty flat,
in hopes of leaving Toto far behind
on plains once filled with vagrant buffalo.
The scanned horizon, cold, the winter's day,
as empty as the past I'd leave behind,
then Colorado climbs from Kansas dunes
and I, the dreamer, feel the urge again
remembering I never will forget,
I see her face again,
though miles have put it all behind,
then Jimmy Webb reminds me all night long
that this yard goes on forever.
Tomorrow on channel nine,
or seventeen,
I'll hear Toto again.
© Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
KANSAS CITY I 70 West
Across the miles unhampered by the scene
the majesty of space, the vacant sky,
the interstate that long ago appeared
as yellow brick that led to places where
a girl could have her way, or so it seemed,
past meadow lark and pheasant set to fly,
forever disappeared into nowhere.
Eye seventy, I'd lose you to the day,
where eighty-five was norm in sixty flat,
in hopes of leaving Toto far behind
on plains once filled with vagrant buffalo
The scanned horizon, cold, the winter's day,
as empty as the past I'd leave behind,
then Colorado climbs from Kansas dunes
and I, the dreamer, feel the urge again
remembering I never will forget,
sweet Dorothy of my dream,
though miles have put her far behind,
tonight on channel nine,
I'll hear Toto again.
© RON WILSON ARBUTHNOT
aka vee Bdosa the DoylestowN PoeT
Tender blooms
Modest buds
Novel blossoms
Flamboyant artwork
Emerald runners
Dynamic intelligence
Nonchalant gusts
Dreamy fragrance
Zealous songbirds
Embellished Nature
Unhampered, generous
Spring’s influx
Smita Kulkarni
03/08/2021
“Wind and Waves eternally speak to us, sometimes in hushed murmurs and sometimes in violent roars. We do not know what they speak. They may be trying to convey the calm and the fury of Nature in turn”- ~ By Poet
I hear a wind whispering from the hills
It comes down tickling the clean woodland rills
From far is heard the frightened murmur of leaves
As it pounces on them like wayside thieves
It shakes the branches of flowering trees
And their petals drop like confetti in the breeze
Over hills and trees, it loves to skip and stray.
Always in motion, never inclined to stay
It moves unhampered over streams and field
With no resistance to its might, they simply yield
Like a child, it romps over the shady bowers
In its gentle touch, dances the gleeful flowers
Sometimes it steals furtively like a lover
And disappears kissing our cheeks under cover
It comes capering with a lilt and a swing
We feel joyous when we hear it merrily sing
From an unknown hide out it comes like a sprite.
It always makes us feel its vigorous might
Listen to the wind, it may have something to teach!
I often sat and wondered
Why this superior species suffered
And therefore i somehow discovered
That through the emotions we harboured
We often find ourselves cornered
With our hearts in the open, uncovered
And found sometimes they differed
These few precious moments that we savoured
But they left our pride un-honoured
While others were left mean tempered
Another group just sat and pondered
Over the life they had been rendered
Some just gave up and surrendered
But life continued to be unhampered
I was sober when I was feeble.
I had flaws and knew it too.
A taste of higher ranks was enchanting to me.
The glamour, the pride was just so cool
In reality, I looked grounded
When a whiff of success touched me low.
I tried to be the same old guy,
Who never had seen affluence before!
It started as a senseless influence.
Behold! It had corrupted my soul.
Before I knew the way to crawl
I ran towards fire as if it was cold.
I rest on the thorny bed of rocks,
And I sleep not till the pill goes in.
If I had something which could make me rest,
I would give this chaotic world to him!
Exhumed in pride and unhampered by travesty,
I travel alongside the faceless men.
The debt of success is not repayable.
A slow decay into indistinguishable remnants.
The vertigo of my rise is uncharacteristic.
It feels as If I am buried into layers of grime.
A lesson to remember you all must wonder,
I will unabashedly smirk when it is your time!
https://m.soundcloud.com/user-921599710/freedom
Unhampered velocity, flow of continuity
Selected autonomy, explore your philosophy
Treaded geography, to grasp empathically
Of no ambiguity, to reason amicably
Of no accord, nonsensical
The freedom just to be
Desire ambitiously, of difference unusually
Give access academically, promotions periodically
Acts of kind sporadically, improvise remarkably
Caring sentimentally, peacefulness tranquillity
Of one accord intentional
The freedom to be me
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Can I conjure a real woman of my choice?
From the black thirsty dark clouds to melt and rain
In her flow and my whim's incredulity
Playing each tarot figure to my divine will
As I create this sonnet to personify
Dark adventures of my mind into rhyme
And recall memoirs that plague my desires
But I feel lust as we enter this haven
Touched by passion and zeal in our earthly love
Discover the charm reaching beyond our dual soul
Eager to evolve within truthful longing
As it grows unhampered: steadily with joy.
Black Magic provoking celestial fusion?
Nay, for she is the one I adore each day.
The world beyond
Holds mysteries unbound
Shrouded in dreams
Translucent figures gleam
Where ghosts and ghouls
And peace-loving souls
Reside in the domains
Of another dimension......
Can they feel, can they love
Are their lives different from ours
Do they live
In harmony and peace
No anger, no torment
Without resentment and discontent.
Smiles on their faces
Sweet and sincere, not pasted
Holding hands together
Unhampered by creed or colour.
A perfect haven for the weary
After a long, tiring journey?
For a journey from low to low over high
a river only needs renewable energy:
sun and gravity as the skater
on a perpetual ramp. Only death
stops the circular talk into the hole
in the black wall where I saw the misses
at the wishing well and their kissable
soft arms. So young in my mind
it makes the years in the past short
remedies to wait for the long next.
These sheets cleaner than mine
make me long for another word
unhampered by machine defection,
the same as yesterday, but as good as
a hawk on the gauntlet of a man;
a timeless promise before the altar
The shadows playing with the silvery beams,
In devils' imagination her dreams,
Lifted veils and her heart aches for a kiss,
Demon's bride besieged in her nuptial bliss.
Heavy black and heavenly lace to wear,
Taken crudely by the predator,
Cringes as her sister watches in awe,
Waits her turn to be seduced by her mate.
Thus explored and repeatedly provoked,
Bond and tuned to his pleasure and passion,
She moans and cries in the monster's desire,
Bursts to climax tamed by his raw strikes.
Condemned to play second fiddle her heart cries,
Torn between her co-born and the tyrant,
She pleads for her unhampered induction,
Into hell's systematic subservience.
CHARLIE KIRK: PATRIOT’S LEGACY
A spiritual calling felt deeply and heard clearly
At a very young and tender age,
Drew him boldly to rise and stride
Upon a grand world changing stage.
Warm, laughing eyes so quickly to disarm you,
An intellect so strong it couldn’t help but alarm you,
His light was too bright, his voice was too strong,
His mission in life was to right an indefensible wrong.
Millions of young students had been purposely led astray,
Indoctrinated in a hate-filled and communistic way.
His solution and challenge were lovingly and bravely offered,
“Please Prove Me Wrong” was the mantra and freely augured.
Rarely could they best him and rise to the occasion
But they respected and loved him in ever growing populations.
Like Socrates, he debated; he asked and he answered,
Always uplifting and his faith in God shining through unhampered.
Humble and caring, he strode across the halls of power,
Serving his nation every day, every moment, every shining hour.
He proved to the students why conservative values and a God-filled life
Will save our country. America’s soul and our future is what is on the line.
Charlie understood this from the bottom of his heart and the depth of his soul,
And we are forever grateful that he shared it with millions before his time to go.
As the world stands weeping and the flags are flying at half mast,
Charlie is smiling in Heaven and he will have the last laugh.
What he started will not be forgotten. We will never again back down.
Though our heart breaks for his passing, we know he’s on higher ground.
Our nation is worth fighting for is the lesson Charlie taught us.
Speak the truth of the greatness of our country and sovereignty of our people.
We are united and stand head and shoulders above the evil and ravages of this war.
Charlie now stands above it all and rests in peace forevermore.
Unhampered by daunting perfection
Not given to much introspection
Contented with idle reflection
I wander in aimless direction.
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Contest: Form 'M' Monorhyme
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Placed 4th
© 17th April, 2017