Best Unmapped Poems

For your love, I would gladly beg or likewise crawl.
I would build expectations tall and let them fall.
Yes, with assured glee, I would sacrifice my all
to couple navigate life’s unmapped, ziggy sprawl.
With you, I am willing to crash, burn out or stall,
as your passenger, heart-fast...

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Back when girlish daydreams rode the ether like coal-glowy-clouds
featly feet kept a beat in spring grass as I flounced with Romany wind
breezy-gypsy-lips brushed my cheek as I whirled in his arms
‘til I fell over on pillows of clover…  white fields did pillow my dreams
as...

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Each one a universe unmapped
beneath a frail façade of skin,
a globe, where the value hides,
not on the surface, but within.
Sometimes glimpses are discerned 
on the face or in the eyes,
glimmers of what is transpiring
beneath the thin disguise:
a marvel of complexity,
surprise and mystery,
a mapping of the...

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The quiet peace where webs of sleep enrapture,
in twilight thought - the precipice of dreaming.
It's there, the unmapped thresholds of conception
begin to splay within a sultry slumber
the embryos of covert premonitions......

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it seemed everyone was locked in a dance of platitudes and if I spoke it was like I interrupted the programme, to fit in was to also switch off

falling, falling, falling. Stop.
I'm cushioned, enveloped, stilled

intrigue begins

I'll meander through your mind
please meander through mine

I cannot weep...

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When it all began,
Long ago,
In the way back when,
In the void eternal,
You were a firefly.

Love's sick heat came as a glimmer,
And with it you stood,
Your neon blue eyes
Warm as sun-filled horizons,
Calm as silent river.

We met,
Two stars thrust within the space,
Lost but found,
Visibly invisible,
Unmapped constellations.

Muted heat...

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FACE REALITY - YES BUT

What is this world we see with eyes full closed?
As ‘real’, unless we mean by others shared
‘Untrue’, you say; ‘with my hand, cannot be disposed’
Yet my own ceiling clear, each detail bared

Patterned like the complex edge of Hudson Bay
Sea and ice...

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From deep within the misty heath they come,
To this ancestral home of twisted trees
And granite boulders, dripping verdant moss,
To cant and cackle 'neath a midnight moon.
This place transports into another world,
Unreal, imagined, fantasy,
In which grey mystic wraiths make play
And phosphorescent trails to each reveal
Their unmapped...

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a shield of silver
rises in starlight to guard
an eternal kiss
on a lover’s path unmapped   
Orion’s ardent sky glows

For Get Romantic Contest, Visual #3...

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Love is a gentle touch, warm and constant
through the years. A slow dance to remember 
as youth’s burning fire falls in an instant
from flames ablaze to glow of soft ember.

Love is two hearts shaped into one, timeless.
Trials survived are triumphs come snow-capped 
winter days. Memories...

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for Alan Painter

I have put into many ports
                                   labelled:
handle with care
stood...

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"Life is either daring adventure or nothing at all." 

                                   ...

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The aftermath -  J.F Baker
You are the bucket to my mop

The twisting rope that whips the water awakening a bucket

My two hands wrap themselves around you, one above the other

Gripping firmly the silver pole I look up to see your blue cap and I...

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Morning has come
To this hamlet in the hills,
They have an internationally funded hospital
(Net of ‘inflation’ artistry in contractors’ bills).

Lady Macbeth, rinse your hands,
You will nurse in the hospital now.
The Companies have this experimental drug
For schizophrenics.
They want guinea pigs--
So go out on a marketing campaign,
Harvest schizophrenics.
Its...

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Ah! For the sweet rose-tinted days

of endless spiraling time

when we bannister slid our way

to curving morning,

climbed through the rails

of adult strictures

out to own 

our

unmapped course.

 

Allowed mere whim and fancy rein

to take us galloping where it would.

Chance ruled our day --

a horseshoe found for fishing...

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