Best Unlettered Poems

Kiss me,  I want to lift you skirt flying
Inside my heart like the wind
To dance on clouds of joy my kite
Embracing time, to hold you in my arms and spin

Festively playing in the clouds
Long lines of passion I can feel
Yearning against my string
Intermittingly fawning...

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dialog with myself invariably involves others
we are all perceivers nobody escapes
no really and truly trust me on this
no manufacturing of childish evasions
maybe it is best to be born into a family
with family values
ablaze with comfort and sanitation
lost in a forest of memories
amusingly arrayed for shoppers
exactly...

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"He made a difference."

Gramps, my mother's father, 
Dave Luke -- my grandfather, 
a tall unlettered white (decidedly white) 
Louisiana man -- was born August 1888.  
He lived 87 years.  He grew under 
the stern paternal gaze of his father, 
Duncan (Grandpa Dunc.) Early...

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I regret having been born
to forlorn in this noxious, wicked world.
I distaste that I was born
in a biased, impovershirished, corrupt society.
I was born to careless; unloving parents.
I am living but unknown,
popular but uncounted. 
No birth certificate to certify I am a living human being.
I am...

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With a pride she denied his love....
She wanted a romantic man but she couldn't see that in him - she saw arrogant in the way he talks and the way he react...
She shut him down without giving him any chance. .. 
She wanted a reader,...

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OSAMA
Obdurate Sadistic abductor as Machiavellian now abashed
Senseless Saboteur with Sabre sword,
Ablutions of wickedness as apology from vagrant
Mercy and peace mixed fleetingly against unprovoked America and the innocents
Abomination of true God explained as religion, hatred, wickedness, murders, and Jihad


Bin
Bigots brewing bestial behaviors before innocent kids,
Inoculated ideas...

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Do not tell me I am but a clever fool
I have sought truth entirely unfettered,
Finding rules for better living as a tool
Among the educated and the unlettered.

I have used my brain for wondering
Do not tell me I am but a clever fool
For spending time issues...

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Pursue joy in itty-bitty thing
A faith like mustard seed 
If move the mountain
Little love is indeed a greater love
Wherein a biggest bliss.

Hunt time to acknowledge
You’ll earn the wisdom for pain.
Starving?
poverty stricken? 
will just be a story worth speaking
History makes no sense,
if unlettered aren't edited
a heroic...

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Keep me blocked, you cowardly wench,
Provoking but allowing no fair retort
Considering the Soup like killer sport,
Where the star is relegated to the bench.
While you continue to hurl your rude darts
Whenever you want to cause a stir,
Many Soupers see you as merely a blur
As faintly noxious...

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Words hanging from parched branches confused and betrayed

Under a canopy of shadows in the recess of belittled thoughts

A prison of speechlessness bereft of expression and meaning


Letters motionless in disarray fighting lost battles lonely at heart

Starved streams of consciousness as a willow weeps in the wind

Seedless...

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In unlettered eyes too language there is, 
World would read, hope-mixed mirage too there is.

In breath of death breathlessness too there is,
Wish to live by paying wage too there is.

There’s peace when you proceed to read poem,
The buzz and bustle of stage too there is....

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"I am the wisdom of Greeks 
I am the gnosis of the savage barbarians 
I am the shrewdness of Greeks 
I am the prudence of the lawless barbarians 
I am despised everywhere 
I am loved everywhere, for everyone sings of me 
I am called life...

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Off kilter

Yup
I sobered up
despite expressing regular
(unleaded and unlettered) 
urge to shtup
expunged courtesy 
system of a down
with shuga (mush)
and everything nice.

	The following crafted some time ago,
when empty nest syndrome 
pulled me psyche taut 
analogous to an outstretched bow
yet the shadow of mine eldest 
of two adult...

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Thou asks how far the wind blows
in fact I cannot tell
Or then how high the heavens
my prayers deep in the well

Thou asks if love comes truly
to one in greatest need
My answer spoken duly
of romance undecreed

Thou asks if truth be spoken
or written timeless down
My speech in...

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I look upon the clean white sheet and shed a salty tear
I know not what  I seek my mind seems totally out of gear
I envision a beautiful sundrenched day yet see no better day
I look up at the clear blue sky yet feel no...

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