Best Unimagined Poems
Going inward
Receiving moments of grace
While time unfolds
Touching your heart with my breath
An expansion
Doorways to enter
Each gift revealed through my willingness
Vulnerability my partner
Coaxing me towards unimagined pleasure and pain
Letting my mind expand
Memories of days
Exploring and discovering
Baiting my first hook
My Father’s deep voice guiding me
Watching his strong hands
Red wigglers in dirt
Alive in a styrofoam cup
We bait our hooks together
Plunge our fishing poles into the pond
A silent communication
Connection shared
Anticipation
Sunlight dancing off the ripples
A moment I carry with me now
Always grateful for my
Depth of consciousness
Inhaling, I travel through time
Naked, I make my way through
Beckoning aqua kissed waters
I look ahead and swim
Allowing sunrays to bathe my body in their warmth
Marbled hues sing out
Bubbles rise
Shadows and sunbeams in a lover’s embrace
I perform a weightless somersault
Smiling in delight as I catch glimpses
Of the watery kingdom encompassing me
Vowing to keep this sacred moment
Alive in my soul forever
From behind a towering coral
You appear
My royal rainbow Parrotfish
Who I have dreamed of
For an eternity
Come to me dear one
Show me your tapestry of glittering scales
Allow me to touch your soft skin
So I may delight in the magic
Of all that you are
Let us glide through the
Nuanced waters of life
Let us experience all the shades
Of dark and light as one
Fill our souls with laughter and love
Let’s ride these undulating tides with kindness
Touching the hearts of others
Joining hands with those in need
Creating an arena
Where all will be heard
Swim with me now
Let’s journey forth
Together my love
4/16/2023
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE no 1208
Poetry Contest
Sponsor:Brian Strand
SECOND PLACE
Categories:
unimagined, appreciation, beauty, childhood, dad,
Form:
Free verse
A precious gift! Joy unimagined fills my heart
She smiles! My heart races, leaping!
And like a butterfly in spring, gliding,
It dips among new blossoms
Like a sweet melody playing softly
in the cool of the evening, I soar!
My baby, my first, like an angel sleeps
Soft, warm and brown
I stare in awe of this most perfect gift from God!
Tiny almond-shaped eyes, sparkle- searching
Nothing as beautiful have I ever seen!
She cries and her teardrops like crystal daggers
Pierce, my joyful heart!
And like a wounded sparrow it plummets
Free-falling, and I am left puzzled...confused
Nervous, I gently hold her close to my breast
I am sure she can feel my heart beating..
Suddenly our faces brush... she turns-
Our eyes lock, and smiles ripple!
My first born--all is well in my world.
© 1992
~*~
Categories:
unimagined, childhood, daughter, children, life,
Form:
Free verse
In the dimmed theater, the stage is set
not for a play though, yet a performance
one of baton, brass, notes, timpani
the performance I have waited for has come
As the stage lights grow brighter like sunlight
the theater grows dimmer yet, almost dark
but for the brilliance of the stage lights
then out you come with French Horn in hand
Along with thirty of forty other musicians
you take the stage, you are first chair
therefore you must be at your best tonight
and I know that you will be, you've practiced
The Conductor arrives on stage and announces
Welcome to the Black Hawk County Honor Band
I am sure you will be pleased with our selections
The Conductor takes the podium, opens his arms
With baton in hand he signals instruments ready
You raise your horn along with the others
ahhh the sound is fervent with excitement
the theater is alive with Parker in G flat
I can pick your horn from all the other instruments
you are playing the best you have ever played
you are caressing your horn like a fine jewel
and it sparkles in the light brilliance unimagined
Like your brother the writer of poetic beauty
you also have talent, musical talent like I
you now can hear a song and play it, by ear
like I you are learning the guitar, teaching yourself
The next song, Bach, such beauty to my ears
you and your fellow musicians have mastered the master
two years you have played, it sounds like many more
I film the whole concert, to preserve the moment
The concert ends with a Beethoven, in B how lovely
again you played masterfully, never missed a note
You even hit high G, and you thought you couldn't
well done son and it's all on tape, and in my memory
Red faced you leave the atrium, you worked so hard
I hug you and tell you how proud I am of you
all you want is a drink of water, you drank and
the redness is leaving your face, well done I hug you again
I wish your Brother could have been here to see and hear
he would have been proud too, and would have hugged you
You see, talent runs in our family, Me, you and Jared
all have it, So I guess it's in the gene pool, must be for you see
The Nuts fall close to the tree !
Categories:
unimagined, family, lovebrother, brother,
Form:
Narrative
Come to me O Ancient Ones
For I have missed you
Your presence fills me with
Light and joy
I hear you calling me in the night
Tendrils whispered
On the winds of time
I receive you with grace and humbleness
In awe of your spirit
Your keen glance says everything to me
I see into you...
All that you have been
Lifetimes of pain, evolution and
Ascension beckon me
Your winged form welcomes me
Carrying shamanic wisdom from realms revealed
Returning to carry me inward
To unimagined beauty
Towards the soul we all carry within us
That seeds, soothes and feeds
Our spirits
Your gifts unfold as I journey
To purple misty valleys
Surrounded with living mountains
Adorned with ancient relics
I am gifted with your knowledge
Of all things past
Being reborn in the now
Thank you for allowing me
To know what it means
To be truly human
Scars of woven life grace my body
My depth of consciousness is a gift
That allows me
To see the beauty in others
I reach my hands out to you .. all of you
Humans, animals, plants, and energy
To kiss you with my fingertips
For we are one
Energies of light stitched together
In such intricate grace
Gold cellular magnificence
Diamond heart beats that glisten on wave tips
Salty spray
Eyelashes dotted with sunrays
We are united in our humanness
Kissed by the goddess of the wind
Always and forever
In gratitude for this moment in time
Categories:
unimagined, appreciation, beauty, blessing, dream,
Form:
Free verse
The Greatest of These…
A portrait of the perfect tenderness eternal,
Painted from the rising mists of a broken promise -
Finished on a Friday afternoon – complete the promise
Of the everlasting word in worldly wastelands and in realms of glory
Daily molding vessels born of earthly clay
To take the shape of living covenants
Spoken in deserts and on flood tides - on mountaintops in bare feet
And temples built on lofty mounts
Where a king danced naked before the word -
Leading every dawn of life away from bitter tears indifferent,
Whole – redeemed – refreshed – not strutting,
No more teardrops lost within a sea of sand,
A shining lantern through shadowed valleys
Lifting hearts to heights unimagined
Where angels walk above the fallen stars –
Pure essence of the eternal and all knowing
Spoken, whispered, to orphans of a garden still seeking mystery;
Cherished companion of the pilgrim throughout every season
Embracing the perfection of the amazing, abiding eternal.
Categories:
unimagined, angel, faith, love, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
The Snowflakes Precision
What a cruel and un-compassionate fate you bequeath us
A million years of the mediocre and paltry garnish of faith and hope
Given for the consumption of these generations
How uninspired and habitually in denial
We have become
The lost worlds of dreaming
Left waiting
For better times and in a better place
Plied by consuming the majestic expectations
Of living
In the eternal wake of emptiness
What an unloving and unforgiving creation
We have come to exists within
Full to the brim
With uncompromising seconds
And not even in the grandeur of nature’s scenic beauty
Not in the snowflakes precision as it floats
No
Not unimagined complexity of form and chaos
No not even in a perfect chord
Does the merest or slightest of clues
Become existent or reverberate to us a voice
Which whispers to us of our truth
We are bereft of guidance
Untutored in this colossal magnitude and vacuum
Between the myriad stars
Tiny insignificant is this of our awareness
A planet a world
Part of an unending silence
So alone and so self absorbed
So material in the murderous evil
We have done to each other
So disunited in the dark reaches
So solitary
And yet we did not gather the family of man
No not even to look after of ourselves
Categories:
unimagined, caregiving
Form:
Free verse
The writer I am in my dreams
is more sophisticated than I am
and sees the world as an untold story
I mainly see the footsteps behind me
Where I stepped softly so as not to call attention to myself
this writer conjures volumes about the man on the bus
who has a scar on his face five inches long
she elaborates on his life with gifted prose
he is a pilot shot down in Vietnam
guerillas gave him a scar and set him free
he used to be a lion tamer
that one is self-explanatory
I simply cannot stop staring at his scar and wonder
does it bother him to have such a mark?
The writer I am in my dreams
has perfect time management
goes to work, attends class
has a beau
moves from day to day
finds time for friends and play
hobbies and exercise
dance class and likewise
the writer I am in my dreams
her words are clear and precise
they don't feel like empty thoughts on a page
they don't sound immature
her words and statements work
they don't get in her way and make her mind spin
and conjure up thoughts of self-worth
they whirl around the room and
whisper about the unimagined
they dialogue with rhyme and wit
and they always converse graciously
the writer I am in my dreams
I wake up and pray to be
and sometimes my prayers are answered
Categories:
unimagined, introspection, on writing and
Form:
I’m riding your horse, no giddyap allowed,
simply plunge into the deepest unknown.
Your voice sets the pace, it whispers
into the ears of my ride, sometimes they twitch
sometimes they find water, sometimes
the waterfalls absorb all thought. I lean
over neck, sample horse blood like a vampire,
like a computer’s command mode
taking over my brain, allowing my heart
to beat in tune, my feet to turn to hooves
and kick up or canter, moving with the rhythm
and flow, feeling the sweat of the sun
overhead and the damp of shady pines
and raking the grasses until they rustle over skin.
This is how I know you: the whisper on the wind
the stroke along my frame, the bed stead
in which I dream, the places of unimagined
like a lure, a bait, overtaking me, leading
me down a road I’ve never found
until you lent the movement of ride forever.
Categories:
unimagined, allegory, animal, dream, fantasy,
Form:
Couplet
Our birth is a command, a cosmic voice.
We live by law past humans wield to be.
We fantasize the future as our choice,
Then crash head-on into infinity.
Reality's acuity thereof,
A quantum leap in magic lantern shows.
Beyond our minds to fix upon and solve,
Configured in a crayon sketch, below:
Collisions, light years, constellations wide.
An acquiescence stunning and profound.
Occurrences of unimagined fire
To place our simple shadow on the ground.
Gene Bourne
05-21-14
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Categories:
unimagined, allusion, analogy, creation, earth,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
From the Nostril Vortex
I breathe in your perfumed
Plasma leaves from the nostril vortex.
I thrive in the pleasant scenes and velvet touchings.
I wince like a skybird earthbound.
Dare to escape from me.
Dare to hide in the dark.
Shhhh! Don’t make a sound.
I am dancing without shoes in the moonlight.
I am waltzing with precise pre-planned movements in space.
I am spewing out movements that show you and me,
The two of us, walking the precise path to here and there,
And then finally to the place of all endings,
And like the cool morning mist, death enters unseen.
“It’s the tomb! I’m in the tomb!
Mother, Father come get me here in the dark!”
But first, slowly slowly slowly…
I lift up her leg there in the shadows,
And I caress, and smell and lick.
“I have found the best time!
This is the most excellent moment!”
I was there in the dusty places,
I was hanging nearby with all of you.
I was wet with unimagined enticings,
Weary, oh so world-weary to the nucleus of my bones!
Of tentatively living all the years of a dubious lifetime,
And of finally dying in the dry ditches of twenty thousand days.
“Come here honey, kiss me now, here in the distant cemetery.
We can hold on to each other
As the mad earth spins into oblivion.
“Sir, would you be so kind?
Some mindful enterprise and
The Pretext Syllogism combo.
And I will have a side of nomenclature
And for dessert two heapings of existential mind mysogenation,
Topped with granulated mesomorphic nom de plume!
Dancing, dancing, dancing and holding on.
She and me sweating in the black heat.
No other way to live.
No other way to breathe.
“I am just here.
See? Know what I mean?
I was born into this like all of you!
I had nothing to say about it.
What do ya say, honey? What do ya say?”
Categories:
unimagined, metaphor,
Form:
Blank verse
I think that I shall have a drink
and toast to you and all you think
'bout love & hate & art & war &
what this life is really for.
Giving, taking, making, breaking
lonely hearts club band;
reaching, preaching, teaching, leaching
blood sucking beggars with outstretched hands.
I think that I shall have a stink
and tell the world before I blink
that all is well as well can be
So kiss my glass and bow to me.
Just below my drunken stem
Connected to my brain, my friend
You know the one that makes you bumble
and people laugh each time you stumble.
Down upon your royal spot
Licking your wounds with all you've got
Until you get right back up again
With a head that aches & pounds & spins.
And I think that I shall pour another
in honor of my departed mother
and dad as well who passed away
Here's to where they are today.
Be they high up in the sky
Or somewhere quite unfathomed
Beyond our wildest hopes and dreams
And the completely unimagined.
Where now I reek & no longer speak
from too much of this brew
where the ice is melting rapidly
on folks like me and you.
So one last toast before we're ghosts
and life was a sweet chardonnay...
Here's to those who brought us here
And all their love along the way.
Categories:
unimagined, dad, farewell, memory, mother,
Form:
Rhyme
If poppies harbour oblivion,
their vivid presence
belies a deep potential.
As if oblivion really worried me-
Surely, death becomes more
than this state of oblivion.
If a brilliant point of transition brings me
to an unimagined state
then nature cannot forsake me
Suzanne Delaney
Categories:
unimagined, change, death, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Artist, visionary of man and Gods,
guided as prescribed by the rule of craft,
boundaries imposed, meld the vision.
There are those in the quest of expression
step from the box of convention in want,
veer from the path in search of new horizon.
Seek muse untested in uncharted new form,
free imagination, step from the box
into the abyss of non-convention.
Concepts, razor sharp, will aimlessly drift,
seek, explore, embrace the unimagined.
Gaze through eyes of virgin view others may spurn,
evolution in cascade abstraction.
Speak a language of words newly learned,
a new freedom waits in your unique gift.
Always be true to self, not opaque box,
seen from distance; the box may be too small.
Robert Gene Stoner Jr
1/16/16
Categories:
unimagined, inspiration, introspection, poetry,
Form:
Verse
The dust hovering just above their souls
A journey lay dormant awaiting to recoil
Through their dead skin these footprints dwell
Is my rhythm a curse from some ancient spell?
I lived as a blind bat in pockets of dark air
Between sunrise and sunset, in a vacuum of fear
The arrow piercing the tremors of unspoken words
The bow arching beyond the unimagined world
Ever propelled forward...I walked in reverse
And that step started a whole new verse
It turned the known universe on its head
Projected the awakening mind millennia ahead
My deeds have since moved the entire earth
And my feet are also running out of breath
As the dust threatens to return and unsettle
The moonlight illuminates the looming battle
Categories:
unimagined, how i feel, universe,
Form:
Lyric
My death and afterlife; deep concepts that
stirred up my mind more often as I age.
I formed a vision that my faith implied-
my journey far beyond death's earthly stage.
Now I have passed. The darkness is so still-
then, all at once, becomes the brightest glow.
And drawn to enter this dimension now,
I'm swept within, like lightning in the flow.
At once, I meet my loved ones gone before-
embracing them with love and spirit tears;
know they have waited long to greet me and
reunion is so blessed with soulful cheers.
With bodies gone and just our mindless souls,
we see each other without earthly eyes;
led by the aura of the deepest love,
I feel that sense of bonding with my ties.
What thoughts I had while living on my earth
about what Heaven was in my own mind,
does not compare to miracles seen now;
my life in Heaven cannot be defined.
Such unimagined beauty in this realm,
a sense of love and peace pervades my soul;
such feeling, so sublime and mystical;
my journey back to God has made me whole.
Another realm, for sure my Heaven is.
I feel God's knowledge in my spirit shell;
my earthly questions are all answered now.
Within this everlasting love- I dwell.
November 28, 2015
Premiere Contest: How Does The Soul Enter Heaven
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Categories:
unimagined, death, heaven,
Form:
Rhyme