Best Unharnessed Poems
Love maker,
Body taker Love shaker,
Hot whisper,
Peppermint & jasmine in air
Tickling every body hair,
Reverberating into the Queen's chamber,
A tiger's den teething to be,
Safety in no layer, romance the pillar of this prayer,
Our auras igniting flower vases ablaze
To compliment our shadows,
Personas fevered with juiced up joy,
We both played Aces,
Mine the Spade her's the Diamond,
Together we make an Ace of Heart's place,
Caprice keeping hold of Club's Ace,
She exhales stars from a mouth murmuring for moments of senseless beauty,
Purring for pleasure painted with a kiss,
Illuminating my frame with pixied permission
Unharnessed we are, as spontaneity seduces strategy,
Craving the next second like atoms in a spin for sin,
Feeling each other in ways undefined
Unrefined, simply, lustfully,
Loyal to needs supernatural,
Gifted in gritty game,
Rubbing her rose with fingertips of cool flame,
Giving her the wand that was once only mine,
As lovers now, belonging to Poetry's promise,
Complete partners, reunited treasures -
J.A.B.
My cavern bursts with bittersweet aura
— like globose berries, a cluster of tints.
The secret place — its musk, amidst the flora,
a limited conquest of feet — their prints.
Excitement rocks — I wade in hidden space.
My helmet light — it swims above my eyes.
The shadows wet, the adventurous ace.
The winding walls will never brush the skies.
The natural deep dark, unharnessed hush.
Us tourists kneel — the prayer within the calm.
The stalactite and stalagmite - time’s crush.
The pleasing whim — underground cave a psalm.
In seven hours se la explora.
My cavern bursts with bittersweet aura
6/7/2019
Nature Scene-Orphan Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Dale Gregory Cozart
se la explora - it is explored
My garden brings the fairies,
you will never know the hour.
The sun may just be peeping
past the apple tree in flower.
See them? No! But I discern
pixie clues they leave behind:
the fragrant thyme they danced upon . . .
I am always sure to find
a dewdrop mirror clinging
to a blossom hanging low;
I hear their tinkling laughter
when the breezes softly blow.
Sometimes I think I spy them
riding on a firefly's back
at dusk above the garden,
but their pathway's hard to track.
Jumping off, hiding themselves
in moss blankets--soft delights--
their flying steeds unharnessed.
"Go to sleep, my garden sprites."
Copyright, 5/1/2014
Faye Gibson
You can hear the whispers of your soul as you
stand quietly in tune with a vast universe. As you
let the wind be your eyes, the birds your voice, as you
listen with your heart as you smell the bark of trees.
You are willingly exposed, naked like all life that frees
itself of packaging, you feel vegetation growing inside
and outside of your flesh. Your spirit flows with the tide.
Your roots grow down and out of the soft fertile side
of the moon. You rid yourself of the chains that bind you
to preconceived notions which somehow you knew
had never really applied to anyone or anything.
Now as vegetation you grow and you are flying
towards the timeless clouds like wisps floating.
The unbound sky calls your name as you pace
outside earth's atmosphere to become the face
of a Galaxy. Stars live on your black hide, race
the void of gravity, the void of unharnessed mass. You?
You are the void. Your intuition directs you, leads you
finally releases you of the constraints of a restricted you.
You can hear the whispers of your soul and you are you.
16~12~2014
Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle
Contest Name: Whispers Of Your Soul
He buried his face in her. At first gently. Naked his muscles rippled in the morning light. He was beautiful. She was beautiful and he held her as if she were the last raindrop that would ever fall.
In the white of the stone. In the hand of their creator. Her dress flowed like, sat like, curled like silk. Her face spoke even in the stillness of her passing. His body, his presence yelled of a passion unharnessed.
Death by the poison of a venomous snake and you know we all die like this by the hand of a heartless serpent even if by happenstance but still the sculpture painted romance painted love. Screamed into the eyes of the beholder if not for love then what?
22~12~2014
Maurice Yvonne
Of the dark, offered in the morning cup,
and the chill of salted caramel cream,
spooning after an impervious dream
and clink-clink spell of alarum abrupt,
comes the ceramic to sip, birdsong up.
Fruity-caffeine drips into the bloodstream.
Imagery from a black forest daydream.
Pleasing sense and bonny sounds come to sup.
Draining of dregs, at last bit - bottom’s cold.
The Cupid sheet, vanilla, clings to spouse.
The warmth of my body under his skin.
The vigor of unharnessed dark horse bold.
His stirring, a second helping, aroused.
Pastels of cockcrow flutes, dawn’s violins.
Before the Roman legions carved a road
This stallion coursed across the chalk ridge brow
Unharnessed, free or by a king bestrode
Like wave traversing grassland free of plough
It still pursues its quest yet even now
Note: This is the oldest of the many white horses carved into chalk hillsides across southern England. It has been dated to The Bronze or Iron ages. (Pre-Roman occupation)
When fire raged and burned it's roof, sun rays fell to forest floor,
And lit upon scraggly flowers once doomed to bloom no more.
Then unharnessed, like wild horses, the shrubs began to fight.
Each year they grew and blossomed, thanking sunshine for it's light.
The rains in spring brought forth rhodendendron's chromatic reds,
Near Redwood towering trunks 'bove where squirrels make their beds.
The rhodendendrons meander like hikers in the hills,
To startle round forest corners with blossoming pink thrills.
Kruse Rhodendendron State Natural Reserve is a park,
A California treasure, a pleasant trip to embark.
While hiking beneath the Redwood trees' scented canopy,
Enjoy this gift of land, enjoy the flowers wild and free.
A school teacher named Miss Shaw
Though well-endowed wore no bra.
Things slipped and jiggled
Bounced and wiggled
Pupils are still awed by what they saw.
My nervous knees shaking
Harnessed and ready to descend
Watching children practicing
and looking at me
The teachers taking pictures of me,
nervous and frightened
Logan encouraging me saying:
“Don’t be nervous .You can do it.”
Feeling the air rushing across my face
Here I go, descending
Closing my eyes
until I reach the grass
Slowly going down
with fright in my mind
Reached the grass
without noticing
Listening to my friends say:
“Dominic, you did it!!”
Opening my eyes
Looking at myself, unharnessed.
The restless breeze moves
rapidly through the grasslands,
like a rippling sea of waves.
Flocks of birds draft one
another as they cascade
through windswept, cloudy skies.
Whipping winds move hastily
across the ocean waters,
as sailors fill their sails
and pick up speed.
Trees sway and bend as
their leaves pull away and
swirl in a downward spiral
to the earth below.
Moody skies transform
gentle breezes into
windstorms in the span
of a early afternoon.
A veritable force of nature,
the power of the winds
can change the canvas of a
landscape in an instant.
Like time that passes with
relentless fervor,
the winds of change
march boldly onward,
unrestrained and unharnessed.
Written on 3/22/2015
Cattle trucks drive highways now
where drovers once held sway
Heavy rigs of chrome and steel
replaced the horse and dray
Gravel tracks of rich red earth
that rambled near and far
Have disappeared forever
‘neath miles of hot black tar
The billabong by shady gums
stands empty cracked and dry
The thirst of modern farms it seems
lets river systems die
The campfires of the cattle men
that used to dot the plains
No longer flicker in the night
no sign of them remains
Bush ballads sing of sweeping plains
where brumbys still run free
Of wild unharnessed rivers
and clear inviting seas
But brumbys fall as feral pests
the rivers drained and dry
The sea is choked with sewage
where fish and sea grass die
As the romance of the outback
begins to fade away
We learn that progress has a price
we’ve all been forced to pay.
From my PDF book "Bush Ballads and Bulldust"
(Poetry) let it thicken as it stands.
Let it be beautiful, unharnessed verbal rage or
song or deed, or graven image set in stone, where
walls fell around some demagouge in
some ill-remembered time.
$IN
In our arrogance we place this
joyous thing in
chain$
We seek to give it rules and charter, duties and forms but
the ravenous beauty of our thinking has outsmarted us.
and,
much like pandora's discretion,
when the first man (Or Woman)
-chicken or egg get over it-
pressed his stick to dirt and made his mark he unleashed a
torrent that can never be held at bay.
(Poetry) will not be held in fief, and the
Box which was held by the daughter of Zeus
is
open.
And I for one am glad of it.
Let it light our hearts ablaze and temper our
might with frost, let
the last vista overlooking the plauge of perpetuity be
LOST
Unharnessed footfalls meld with bike ricksaws
as antiquated oil belching buses roar.
Limo drivers bull their way door to door
to the sound of dangling baskets of macaws.
Hawkers shriek their wares without pause,
such is the Katmandu that I adore.
Unharnessed footfalls meld.
Men in open stalls serve tea from drawers
Sari wearing women behind veils rapport.
Orphaned children beg on from store to store,
the dross of life from which our eyes withdraw.
Unharnessed footfalls meld.
Contest: Rodine the Traffic of Life
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
Date: 7/21/12
Woody cologne caresses me, your fatherly comfort
Stirs corpsed compartments of stiff collar protector
Control and my frenetic force combine, triumphant
Curled in cream leather, exhaust drips peach nectar
Our lunching laughs echo in establishments of stature
Plate sized steak gorging has gregarious wine support
Irk of nostalgic nubile incessantly scratches my rapture
Emboldened blend makes mockery of standard thought
Furtive frowns from fellow diners behind glasses gossip
Solid gold arrogance asserts benefit blatantly displayed
Societal stable unharnessed, blurred in break out gallop
Crossing the line wins sustain disdain for lifestyles staid
Ocean boulevard show emits stadium raucous applause
Celebrated red car salatious, shouting salt can't catch us
Elite earnings erase enforced judgement, smudging laws
We cruise past calm cove, masts middle finger up status
Fresh blood Ferrari parks grumpy, subground clot cements
Your apartment arranged for everlasting afternoon lust fest
Ruptures my role of freewilled friend, raunch to commence
Aerobics of limber mayhem, loosened make-up, not just yet
Smug exhibits itself on you, bosom blooming, smile swollen
Why are you weird; response is, "Let's make a small detour"
Perhaps a chance to sunbathe bikini clad hasn't been stolen!
Side by side basking serves as a mismatched stamina cure!
Sixth floor nominate instead of eighth arouses sudden angst
Silver keys silence, you push them to my palm with a flourish
This mystery door surely won't submit, a magic rabbit yanked
Wave glint water pours in wall width windows, sun encouraged
"Enjoy, it's in your name," your announcement deep sea drowned
Overwhealmed by involuntary screams, my violent claws attached
Cling to your hull, oyster oppurtune splits old and new, pearl found
Levered apart, rough encasement heart slides out, gratitude hatched
27th Febuary 2026
rewritten by further reality
May 2020 was first version imagined