Best Unlisted Poems
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Romans 13:8 “…Pay your debts as they come due. However, one debt you can never finish paying is the debt of love that you owe each other.
the mailbox, stuffed~
mortgage payments, car loans
with balances and deadlines
marked in red.
water, gas, and electric bills~
the hungry phantoms of
creature comforts
coldly due.
we chase the spectral zero balance,
dream of that stamped envelope
with the sweet release of
paid in full.
but the other statement
never arrives~
no perforated tear line,
no due date circled in red.
it’s a debt, unlisted, un-itemized,
it haunts no credit score,
demands no late fees~
a debt we’ll always carry.
this bill arrives not monthly
but daily~in every heartbeat,
every hunch that kindness calls
beyond oneself.
this debt, this sweet, persistent owing
is paid in tears dried on a loving sleeve,
with burdens carried, with forgiveness offered,
and in whispered reassurances.
this debt’s non-ending, compounds with kindness~
the interest paid daily—not in coin
but in soulful connection
and ego transcendence.
i prepared a simple supper
but with great love i cooked
that main meat of refined wheat
durum semolina, traded as rotini
an Italian pasta to go with beef, a grace
from a Canadian cow grazed in prairie grass,
spiced with herbs from the hunted tropics:
ginger, garlic, turmeric, and coriander
powdered, with red pepper powder
and red pepper crushed, black pepper
(also powdered), added to the onion
chopped, fennel, fenugreek, and cumin
(all seeds), and the magical mustard,
adding leaves chopped: basil, chives
and parsley, with garam masala, a Bharat
special, sprinkled with hardly a pinch of salt
before adding the slow-cooked African beans
and Mexican sauce: chopped and crushed tomato,
and boiled potato, after being sautéed
in the US canola oil to enhance the taste
of minerals and more already in my pan:
folate, iron, niacin, riboflavin, and thiamine
already mixed in carbohydrate, the main
with Chinese additives: citric, soy, and seasonings
unlisted; likewise the two sealed cans
that curtailed my sprinkling salt for supper
came with corn starch, sugar, more spices
and blackstrap molasses, and a poetic muse
WARPED AND TWISTED
HARSH WORDS, VIOLENT BLOWS
HIDDEN SECRECTS THAT NO ONE KNOWS
EYES ARE OPEN, HANDS ARE FISTED
DEEP INSIDE I’M WARPED
I AM TWISTED
SO MANY TRICKS, SO MANY LIES
TOO MANY WHENS, TOO MANY WHYS
NOBODY IS SPECIAL, NOBODY IS GIFTED
JUST WARPED AND TWISTED
SLEEPING WHILE AWAKE
CHOKING ON MY DREAMS
LISTENING LOUDLY TO
A SILENT SCREAM
CALL ON MY MIND
THE NUMBER IS UNLISTED
LOST IN SOMEONE SO
WARPED, SO TWISTED
DOWN ON MY KNEES
ALIVE BUT DEAD
LOOK AT THE INVISIBLE BLOOD
I HAVE SHED
I’M NOT DEAD
MY MIND JUST HAS DRIFTED
DO NOT EXPECT TOO MUCH
TOO MUCH FROM ME
FOR I AM WARPED AND TWISTED
BURNT OUT, WASTED
TODAY, IS YESTERDAY’S TOMORROW
THE SUN DIED OUT, THE ASHES SIFTED
YET I AM STILL HERE
WARPED AND TWISTED
(c)GDC2014
You can play soccer with my heart
You can play cricket with my heart
You can play basketball with my heart
You can play ping pong with my heart
You can play rugby with my heart
Knock it over and around as much as you want
You can go skiing on my heart
Make it freeze, frigid cold
You can even go rock climbing on or in my heart, whichever way you want
with the vessels in there you can cause so much trouble
Play any game you want!!!
Listed and unlisted! !!!
This is a reply to my poem handle with care.
Just having fun, nothing serious: -)
Humanity - tormentor of my dreams
I discovered the people diverse the scream
Limitlessness - limitlessness - limitlessness!
My ephemerality I could not awaken limitlessness
Take thy transcendence from out my heart aching
I crave the human, humane humanness breaking
And the universality never transcending, man's pretending
I crave the dialectic, divine deliverance
I threw my otherness upon the floor with indifference
And the consumers never differentiating
It was hardcore, more so, galore while contemplating
While I pondered, totalitarian and your humanity
Suddenly, I heard some labeling
Only this and a totalitarianism
That moment my soul grew cultist
I discovered the members unlisted
I threw my civilization upon the floor
Do you like embers, men ignore
The annexationist brought such sorrow
I crave the mystic, monarchical democracy borrowed
That fundamentalist, fundamentalist civilizing
Much I marveled this inclusive individualization
And so I screamed, 'Is that a extremity?'
That druid, druidic colonizing
And the civilizations never democratizing
Still is fraternizing, still is extremity fraternizing humanity
As Newton found an apple
As Einstein used his mind
In Leonardo's genius
So art and science combined
When Chaplin tugged at heartstrings
Or Mandela called for peace
A common theme unites them
Such that hope would never cease
Teresa shows compassion
Or Rosa Parks stays put
An inner door is opened
That may never now be shut
Keller's inspiration
The bravery of Anne Frank
So many souls unlisted
We should take some time to thank
These people never settled
For the current status quo
Confelicity, coalescence
Or a child-like need to know
We can learn from their example;
Dedication to a cause
Persistence in adversity
The human soul adores
The innocence of believing
The faith of pushing though
The mighty and respected
Were once like me and you
Gravitation isn’t quite pulling down
We seem to be floating in the thin air
Wafting within the real unlisted heights
Holding in most of the hopes and dreams there
Opening my heart to time, comes the truth
As high as we could go we fly beyond
Listening to no-one but our own selves
We hold only love, each and every sound
The higher we go the more we can care
Nothing seems to block our way up the sky
Our hearts combine the strongest love on Earth
Forming a love that no-one could deny
Russell Sivey
Counting Days
In how many ways do I count the days
Those passing golden days we said were ours,
The warm bright days and the slow dulled days
The eternal rhythm of passing hours.
Those familiar travelled paths and ways,
The greeting and reluctant parting time,
The lost numbers of the forgotten days
Calm days of unchronicled silent time.
Mist shrouded days; days that are sharp and clear,
The unlisted quiet and the busy time,
The memory visited far past years
The doing nothing and the resting time.
Barry Stebbings
Oct 2024
A wise old lady said to me
when birthdays came around
"Lament thee not, a year gone by"
I did not make a sound
"They dare not ask me my birth date"
she raised her hands, two fisted!
Said, “Age is but a number”, kid
and honey, mine’s unlisted!
Happy Birthday to all the March babies like me!
* the story of Antogo, was written in 1898, by a less famous author
by the name of Altourgum or Aultourgium, the Novus, said to have
been born to a female stripper in Sweden. He was the son of a
defected confederacy soldier who defected to Sweden during the American
Civil war. He left America, with the money they found in towns they invaded.
He left America with his ***** companion, who bore eight children. He founded the Swedish press company in 1890, later it bought the Swedish vanilla company, and began importing sugar from the America's, were he was considered a moneygrabber, but the British banker Noble Gifstan said the monies Aultourgium had seized was unlisted and could not have been given to those who had earned it, making his companies legitimate and valuable. After buying the Dutch Company Pyzo Pappy, he changed the name to the Dutch Sugar and
Vanilla Comp[any. They made a fortune selling products from the America's, he also began touring the European theater scene, were, he held auditions for musicians , actors and writers, who travel together on trains and ships, to do plays in area's were theater was profitable.
In 1934, the Daughters of Altourgium, found play's and songs from the era of the American Civil war, they had musicians to jazz-up the music and created a new modern sound to sing the sounds to, the used an orchestra and opera singer to sing the songs while the actors performed.
Maybe it is the rhyme the he make,
Or the words that he play,
Maybe it was the images that he draw,
Either of those it touch my soul,
The harmony that try to heal wounds,
The words that he play gives hope in the midst of the dark,
The images he have drawn ask me to dream and look forward,
The words,the rhymes,the images,
Those things made me hope for something,
Something I once have,
Something I once lost,
And now I've fallen for who draw fantasies in realities,
Fallen for who made someone hope with the impossible,
Fallen for who weave dreams and tales that isn't possible,
Or maybe not,
Maybe I haven't yet fallen ,
Well I hope I haven't yet fallen,
Because for so many untold and unlisted reasons,
It will be hard,you should not fall for a writer.
Harsh words and
violent blows,
Hidden secrets
nobody knows,
Eyes are open, hands
are fisted,
Deep inside I'm
warped and twisted,
So many tricks and
so many lies,
Too many whens and
too many whys,
Nobody's special,
nobody's gifted,
I'm just me, warped
and twisted,
Sleeping awake and
choking on a dream,
Listening loudly to
a silent scream,
Call on my mind, the
numbers unlisted,
Lost in someone so
warped and twisted,
On my knees, alive
but dead,
Look at the
invisible blood,
I've bled,
I'm not dead, my
mind has drifted,
Don't expect much,
I'm warped and
twisted,
Burnt out, wasted,
empty, and hollow,
Today's just
yesterdays tomorrow,
The sun died out,
the ashes sifted,
I'm still here,
warped and twisted,
How can Geoff Duke be Dead
Going down to the bottom of Barregarrow
Past the crossroads above the road dives down
In my minds eye imagination drives me on
Full throttle impetus now a projection through space
Past the White Chapel a hundred and twenty miles an hour
Wheels skimming and dancing barely touching the ground
Skill and nerve enhanced playing with gravities pull
Ultimate this a test of a man to do his best
God bless the most famous TT rider Geoff Duke who died on the 1st May 2015 a lovely old man aged 92
I'd like to add him to list of the categories unlisted as - manly braveness and humility !
Invested, unrested, the minutes appear shorter everyday
Infected, unprotected not liking the games they play
Rated, unmotivated everyone seems to know their part
Hated, unrelated figured it all out from the start
Addicted, unlisted in the book of their super-secret code
Inflicted, unpredicted in the amount of everything we're all owed
Elected, unconnected to whom in which he serves
Selected, unrespected without backbone or nerve
bmdavey@07/27/22
Harsh words,
And violent blows,
Hidden secrets nobody Knows,
Eyes are open,
Hands are fisted.
Deep inside I'm Warped And Twisted.
So many tricks,
And so many lies.
Too many whens,
And too many whys.
Nobody's special,
Nobody's gifted.
I'm just me,
Warped and Twisted.
Sleeping awake
And choking on a dream,
Listening loudly to a silent Scream.
Call my mind,
The number's unlisted.
Lost in someone,
I'm so,
Warped and Twisted.
On my knees,
alive but Dead.
Look at the invisible blood I've bled
I'm not gone,
My mind has drifted.
Don't expect much,
I'm Warped and Twisted
Burnt out,
Wasted,
Empty,
And hollow.
Today's just yesterday's Tomorrow's.
The sun died out,
The ashes sifted
I'm still here,
Warped and Twisted...
BY: SHANTAE PAPPACOSTAS ORTEGA-ZELE (1-30-20)