Best Unmarred Poems
No litter, no rules, no society scent,
just peninsula pure soul content, ideally lent.
Awed and wowed with arms stretched wide,
I stand on Key’s narrow road, on narrow land,
surrounded by two sea gems and their sand.
This dream road sea-drowns, down south’s horizon
and thrills my innocence without even trying.
Western growth is dense and a fence in Gulf’s yard.
Her wave’s sirens are blue-salt diamonds
and I am mesmerized by their titan climbing.
East unfolds turquoise enchantments unmarred –
The playful, poetic Atlantic off guard,
bewitching and hypnotic in regard.
Dazzled, I sit in the sea, shoulders deep.
Powder soft ocean floor thrones me nicely.
I could sit the day in this sea so sultry.
Flirty, allusive, emerald joys leap
as languid, luscious wet meets sun’s glee,
sending my senses high where memories keep.
These expressive ocean blues and greens
are of patterns and ways, I have never seen.
Sensual and graceful, each sea touch is delight –
as soothing in feel as pleasure in my sight.
Before me spreads endless bounty of ocean glean.
Under Florida-kissed skies, I sit wet and serene.
Oh, angel, how you flutter 'bout my heart
The joy of love and living you impart
Your voice my soul does carry into flight
Illuminates with incandescent light
Your eyes are blind to wonders of this world
Yet, when you sing, its beauties are unfurled
I live a dream unmarred by pain and strife
Where passion, joy, and love are verdant, rife
You sing my heart into that special place
Where naught resides but beauty touched by grace
Angelic face when lit up by a smile
Invites my heart to dream a little while
Bocelli, angel sweet of paradise
In blinded eyes, the light of heaven lies
March 30, 2014
Artist Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Slausen
When a man stepped out his childhood home,
Planting a brave foot in the open world
Not an age, not a generation, not a world ago,
There breathed and burned in him hope
Shared with mama's receding figure
Frozen in prayer by the doorpost to his back
That his way he would make through this mild wild
That law and claw both make the world
With flesh unmarred by scratch or patch.
"You'll keep out of trouble if you behave yourself,"
she would advise.
That, sure, was the wisdom of her world,
Her old world now long gone,
When the law was still a genuine ass,
Not a chameleon in ass skin
That turns deathly black when around blacks
And pristine white when around whites.
Black or white, all will rue the loss of that world
When a man was safe if he behaved himself.
Now he keeps out of trouble
Only if he behaves himself,
The police behave themselves,
And court behaves itself.
I love the blank, bare page
unmarred by usage
untouched by erasure
thirsty as desert sand
expectant, waiting
to pull onto itself and hold
all the words of my heart.
I put down my book,
And I picked up the picture,
Of you, that I printed and framed-
Lost in your smile-
I gazed for awhile-
Then said, "You are going insane."
I know I can't have you-
You may not want me...
But we'll never know will we, dear.
Nor stroll hand in hand-
Through the Florida sand-
Alas, all my future is here.
Besides that, I'm older-
With too many miles...
That I've seen as I went down the road;
A rodeo drifter,
A dreamer, a fool,
More oft than I've won, I got throwed.
I'll miss you, my darling...
Do you think of me?
We touched, and of that I am sure...
Perhaps it is better-
That our love stay unmarred,
Platonic,and perfect, and pure.
Reality's shattered...
More daydreams that one.
I'm glad ours will always exist.
A gossamer world-
Unsullied by fact...
We'll walk through the glow and the mist.
Farewell, little darling-
Your smile is so sweet...
Your eyes are two windows alight.
I bask in their glow,
When the lonely winds blow-
And I sit here alone in the night.
Anchored in the Aura of your loyalty, the
Breathtaking mood you enhance in me, for I
Cannot fathom the length of your love
Definitely not enveloped in envy but care
Every time that phone rings you race to it
Fervently like a worship, in offerings
Garnished with sacrifices and praises
Hammered by my hypnotic smile you hug
In, triggered by my endangering tear you
Jug ruthlessly into its source, instilling
Kindness and knowledge endlessly
Like a rugged professor, family is not
Mostly drawn out of blood, you have stood
Needlessly in my heart, because the bond
Overcomes every thorn that pierces our soul
Preciously evacuating every dead ash laying
Quietly in my heart, you have genuinely and
Relentlessly proven you are worth a million
Size too enormous to spill, your support
Tenaciously clench my wrist like a pillar of
Unraveling mysteries. You share vital
Visions and make us run with it like thieves.
Wondering amid primrose you glisten like
Xanthopetals, serenading your bloom
Yet unmarred flawlessly in Perihelion, let your
Zestful being be celebrated for being a true friend.
She is a scryer, a seer, prognosticator;
but no crystal ball for her...no.
She uses her blue eye instead;
a dragon’s eye.
Found in an inactive volcano,
former dragon’s lair;
three thousand years of age
still unmarred,
still functioning.
Revealing
past, present and future;
hiding nothing, eye scans time;
beware, it sees all you do.
Nothing’s hidden.
Seek out the scryer,
ask any question;
even before your first utterance,
blue dragons eye enters your mind
scanning crevasses of your brain.
you harbor no secrets.
This morning, inside my breast
I feel that time is ebbing away
speeding past like a runaway train
the 16 waking hours of each day
this loss leaves me reeling in pain
the page before me is crisp white
unmarred by pen or inked mark
fading away in the sleepy night
Like thunder, this beating heart
bursting now with thoughts bound
in unexpressed feelings held
inside closed, uncharted ground
If I could only somehow meld
words in expressive illumination
with sharp, image stamping verbiage
I’d write a rhyming narration.
There's a place in the desert that turns into a high mountain forest.
I know that I am a descendant from the writer's passion of King David.
In this forest there is a glade, and there is even a small stream of
sparkling water. Its current flows into a larger lake somewhere
down below. Away from the noise; here the calm heals my mind.
The voice of God tells us to be kind and to find eternal treasures
on the inside. Dreams of love and true abundance will manifest
to us on the outside from the tender care that is taken today.
There is rough terrain that I must cross to get to this place
of lush beauty. But the perils and the struggles of that journey is
well worth the time it takes to arrive at my destination... still this
place remains unmarred by evil man's ill and greedy schemes.
I wonder are you yet slaves of this world's master? we who know,
live in this world but are not of this world... we who are enlightened
serve only one Master - our Heavenly Creator.
S.E. Clark
And, rising, bless the Cimmerian shade of night
With cupped snowflake-skin flowing, bathed in sultry rebirth
Praise the darkness that impregnated your essence with light.
Now permeated with scent of ashes, grasp with might
the memories of a child once holy in its innocence of mirth
And, rising, bless the Cimmerian shade of night.
And gaze raptly, effervescent, drunk with flight –
into the Neverwere of existence that soured your birth
Praise the darkness that impregnated your essence with light.
When young, you were all-ignorance – in lack of sorrow, bright
Smote the mocking fruit of knowledge: caress with stable blaze the earth
And, rising, bless the Cimmerian shade of night.
With scars that unfurl like ribbons of wings you will alight
Entwine your luminescence with those unmarred before the curse –
Praise the darkness that impregnated your essence with light.
You misconstrued the pain that seared, but now you fight
No longer complacent, idle –embrace the warrior death brought forth
And, rising, bless the Cimmerian shade of night –
Praise the darkness that impregnated your essence with light.
**Inspired by Dylan Thomas's "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night"
A cabin by the lake would be a dream come true.
Large picture windows would bring nature into view.
I will sit outside on a porch that wraps around,
Surrounded by a serene mountain lake, playground.
Skylights will allow me to see God’s creations.
I’ll enjoy wondrous tranquil accommodations.
Imagine deer grazing peacefully in the yard.
My pristine lake is stunning beauty that’s unmarred.
My log cabin is built with resilient white oak.
Each day I’ll commune with all the animal folk.
I’ll thank Jehovah for the blessings he gives me.
Soon this dream of mine will be a reality.
Sky so unmarred this torrid day,
That, to the beach, let’s make our way!
To the beach, to the beach,
Where we’ll watch sea oats sway
And glad toddlers at play,
Where we’ll hear ospreys screech,
Lying clear of tide’s reach
Cooled in sea breeze all day—
Yes, off to the beach,
Where, your bikini you’ll flaunt
As, on waves, sunbeams glitter
While sand castles rise
And we cavort in chill surf:
Oh, the beach beckons today.
October 20, 2016
Three Style II Poetry Contest/
Laura Loo
So is she seen with innocence unmarred
to shun the eyes of those taken with her
to flaunt her beauty without fair regard
her perfume to him but a sweet liqueur
lust hoisting him upon his own petard
Whilst in her heart she knows her visage lies
unable to return the ling’ring gaze
for fear that to him she is but a prize
his quest to set her innocence ablaze
knowing her sinlessness is but a guise
For she so knows the vanity of men
that they will overlook a lover’s scars
make promises and return not again
while bragging of their conquest in dim bars
regale them of her beauty and her sin
9/2/2021
Quintain (Sicilian) Poetry Contest
Emile Pinet - sponsor
The night and dark comes earlier each evening
lost between twilight looming on the horizon,
pushing aside the sun’s revealing
of the darkness that simply is.
Shortening days disappear between the trees
forcing the sun to fade from yellow to pale white,
and the once abundant harvest dies with ease
and is gone as quickly away she disappears.
The dark is black and silent as it comes
hovering as if it were known yet is an unfamiliar shadow
that creeps in uninvited with a stinging wind that numbs
threatening wet days filled with snow to cover the meadow.
The sky displays tiny dots of twinkling light unmarred
far distant glowing points with small icy fingers
that curve around the big dipper and other unnamed stars
that still stretch out to guide us on our paths unhindered.
The waning moon is hidden by drifting spartan clouds
barely visible as the dark takes full control
and each step is carefully cautioned by our mental shrouds
with an onslaught of an unassuming light snow.
We are prisoners now within our homes
held cold, safe from shivering but in awe
of the power of the night and change of seasonal tones
with a hoar frost that holds us here to spring begins the thaw.
It is the winter of the full moon and morning sun
touching us with a blanket of cold bare emptiness
that will not soon enough be done
bringing shorter days and harsh, cold cruelness.
Here comes the night of winter time
waiting patiently at your door.
September 16, 2015
In my pursuit of knowledge, I will define my destiny
Shedding the insulting notions that so many others have conceived
And remove the cloaks, which you have draped over me
In my pursuit of awareness, i will seek my true identity
Become things far greater than what the mortal eyes can see
The embodiment of courage, derived from my ancestry
In my pursuit of understanding I proudly pave my own path
I extinguish adversities, smothering its wrath
Navigating the obstacles that you erected my past
In my pursuit of wisdom, I remove the stain filled stigmas
Maneuvering the years of oppression, resolving the enigmas
My history empowers my pride, it doesn't interpret my dilemma
In my pursuit of perception, I defy the statistics
Fist clinched, pounding in the air, to shatter their ignorance
I battle unawareness with wisdom, the most profound form of vengeance
In my pursuit of insight, I seek to discover my origin
Retracing my roots back to the Motherland.
Dreaming of the home that I’ve never known, from which I descend
In my pursuit for consciousness, I right the wrongs of a painful legacy
I will rise from the remnants of your subjugation, bold and victoriously
Unscarred and unmarred I will stand triumphantly
In my pursuit of me
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