Best Unpinned Poems
I wish you were an echo
of the voice within my heart
Repeating drumming love-notes
Calling me softly from afar.
I wish you were my shadow
Playing Hide and Seek
Shaping my every curve
in the heated night of sleep.
Chasing me till sunrise
by little candle-lights
Gently leaning closer
Always by my side.
I wish you were the sky-dusk
to wrap within your stars
Those blinking crystal flowers
will show me where you are.
I wish you were my hair
Unpinned and falling loose
Shawling my bare shoulders
Warming my dusty blues.
I wish you were my perfume
to wear you against my skin
to feel your dripping dew
of a rose melting within.
I'd smell your fragrant scent
Of Spring first blooming buds
I curl beneath my sheets
Making their whiteness blush.
I wish you were my eyes
to ask you what you see
You'll read the ache of absence
written all over me.
And then maybe you' d come back
Will you return to be ?
I will be waiting for you
Your presence sets me free.
If only you could find me
Hold me tight sweet tenderly.
Place your arms around my waist
A display of affection,fervent intimacy.
I am a flake of winter snow
on cold and driven wind.
I've been cool drops of rain so slow
from darkened clouds unpinned.
I am the sting of frigid sleet
that makes one's skin so raw.
I've been the course of waters fleet
as winter yields to thaw.
I am the face of ice-bound lake
which hides its life beneath.
I've been the tossing waves that break
and tides which time bequeath.
I am the snow in drifted row
piled deep before your door.
I've been a river wide and slow
to live on and explore.
I am the waters flowing still,
perpetual as time.
I've been the earth's unbroken will
still granting life, sublime.
I am the Waters
11-14
She said,
love gives us wings
therefore lover,
we belong to the heavens...
Let us abandon
this frozen world
and fix ourselves
among the ceaseless blue stars...
Higher and higher
into the sky
you and I
will eternally fly...
Let us not
come too close to the sun
we may burn the tips of our wings
stay and be safe with me...
For in your eyes
is a burning sun
within you I find the end of space
and my wings are unpinned...
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I am Nimbus, gathering my black ruffled gown
preparing to race against the whistling wind.
My tears threaten to come tumbling down
and dark tendrils untamed; have come unpinned.
My bereavement wails as thunder hammers the skies.
Twin scepters of lightning flash in my mournful eyes.
I twirl in rhythmic dance upon swiftly swirling winds
Behold the grand majesty of a siren's release!
With a sad heart I say penance for a lifetime of sins.
In deep guttural voice I shall bid the storm to cease,
for I've reached the abysmal depth of my delusive soul.
I am enrapt by the tempest emotions in my control.
May 24, 2021
Personification Poem Contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
We had fun when we were young,
When seemed life had just begun.
We danced nights at the beach,
So filled with dreams to reach!
Reckless once, against the wind,
Hair untamed, wild, unpinned;
We were rebels. We were free,
We weren't stuffy bourgeoisie!
Took a ride down Lover's Lane;
Scattered petals in the rain.
We were cool. We drove fast.
Though the dawn could not last.
We had friends in every place;
Knew our love's first embrace.
Red sunsets over meadow green,
On country roads we careened!
We built castles in the sand,
Had our causes, took our stand;
We were hip. Had our clique.
Our step lively, pace so quick.
We were daring. We were brave.
Never we strict. Never grave.
We were passion. We were fire!
We could run and never tire.
Tempo fast when we were youths,
And searching out our own truths;
But we never looked into the sun-
Excess caution's worse than none!
Telepathic Music
Drip-drop, drip-drop
On the the tin roof
Above our rustic garages
We sat on our couches
Silently gazing at the sloping lawns
Overlooking the rivulet
Warming our hands
On our mugs of
Aromatic costa rican coffee
My teenaged cherub
Sprang up at the sound of
Tin-tin, tinkle-tinkle
Jingling of our wind-chimes
Our aural garden ornament
She winked and dashed out
Into the lawns stretching her hands
As if to catch the wind
Kicked off her shoes
Unpinned her long wavy copper tresses
Tapping hip-hopping in the slushy grass
Joy vibrating in every gyration
Breaking down all norms of restrictions
A freedom of the heart
A fluidity in the music of the soul and heart
Heard by her lissome body
Freely expressed by the gravity of her body
My joy knew no bounds
At the telepathic music
Heard by her and transmitted to me
As the rain gods continued with
Their harmonica for their audience
October 4, 2015
contest: So I Thought Of This Line
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
She breaks away and builds the framework
And dances outside of the lines
"Consider the future, don't dawdle, lil' flower"
But she ignores their fears and signs
Like a bird that knows no direction
Or a horse who runs 'gainst the wind
But can still remember a life once lived
She lives a life unattached - unpinned
From the life given to her by her fathers
Who only said one meaningful phrase
'Consider the future, don't dawdle, lil' flower"
No good intentions, no love, no praise.
And here, still building the framework
Of a world that just might collapse
But could it lead to a greater life?
Outside of their lies and their traps.
Dance away, don't dawdle lil' flower
Build the framework of a life untamed
Like a bird that knows no direction
A work of art, a beauty - unashamed.
3-12-18
8 Word Challenge
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Grandma sits outside
Sun cast glows on long tendrils
I watch from doorway
Unpinned tresses flowing loose
Past beauty remembered still
.
My wife, my huntress, rides the Holy Wind,
But still, daisies adorn her thick brown hair!
Her muslin robes blow out, her hair's unpinned,
Let dark thoughts try to chase her, if they dare!
For she outrides them all, strews flowers like hopes
And, with her hunting-dogs, argent, and gold,
She frees all prisoners, breaks all hangmen's ropes
A sure shot from her bow, and - young and old,
The wretched find their freedom come at last!
The hopeless rise and throw off fear's dull chains,
The blinded see the Now, Future, and Past
The horses lead their riders without reins!
Now, through the Night, she bolts like lightning's fire!
A fiery seraphim, who'll never tire!
They call us 'rents'.
Less kind than kin.
Their words obscured in part
Though their tongues
Are hinged and unpinned.
As if they could think,
But not fully speak,
Their minds formed--
Simple,
Mono-syllabic their words,
Concatenated words,
Puffing and cheeky words.
As if, tongues are burdensome,
Spared the effort spent.
Lips to move--hard pressed,
Breathing steady, no duress,
But a second syllable?
It is seldom expressed.
A decade back
Would we have, yea did,
Spew our poly-syllabic words
Coin of our age
Page upon blessed page
Until, by-and-by,
We had to stop, pause, breathe.
Ah-h-h-h.
And there is the rub!
We made those words last,
If last they could,
If last they would
Longer than we, ourselves.
And where is that language now?
The Next Generation speaks!
Soon Americans will be 'Cans'
Or is that word already
Rendered,
Or rent?
Eh?
Oh, not the 'rents like we
Nor rent once paid as fee,
But rent as rent
As rended, twisted, spent;
Torn in twain,
Until all that is left of the word
Is an honorable mention
A guttural intervention,
A single syllable
Meaningless
Incoherent.
Coinage for a lazy tongue.
A Tribute To A Major Appliance
Long live my awesome stove!
A gift from His mother, and
Intentions not as dark as hell.
Cooking and burning, as you see,
Will go hand in hand,
Till my very last breath.
Inseparable lovers!
Aah! Start with a matchstick,
And a finger would get burnt.
Bless be the lighter, to alight
In my threshold for my softest hands.
But when its button was jammed,
My head down to inspect the pause,
The unpinned fringe obviously caught afire.
No alarm, no fire brigades could douse out
The flames from my crowning glory.
The stove on full flame with a chef's confidence,
Quickened my wits for a hurried dinner hour,
Perfect time to receive Her worried call,
Lost in talk of fanciful pleasantries.
Sniffing something perhaps of scorched caramel,
As usual whiffed in from our friendly neighbour's kitchen.
My paraphernalia betrayed my finest of pans,
Surely my precious stove is far
From the cause of my kitchen misadventures.
Pledged together with holy nuptial vows,
Live we in my kitchen a haven of delicacies.
The stove in my hearth, my heart in my stove,
Does cook only manna dew for him and me.
September 10, 2015
Contest: A Tribute To A Major Appliance
Sponsor: Mary Oliver Rotman
THE LIGHT
The constellations unchanging shape the night
Constant in our sight
But in cosmic time stars whirl as leaves in wind
Random flux unpinned
So are all the schemes of men, kings or magi
Mere ephemerae?
The question: matter or spirit, gives me pause
Which one is the cause?
The constellations unchangIng shape the night
But without our sight
What meaning has ‘the light’?
20 November 2018
Relax, count my breath up to 4
Recall how Jesus chilled on His cross
Pinned like a cool butterfly
Hung like a shroud on the line
The crown of thorns felt fine
The nails betwixt ulna and radius divine
He didn't mind nails in metatarsals
He declined the sour wine to keep his wits
I want to learn how to chill like Him
Relax, take in the 1st breath
Inhale and let my soul hang loose
Positive pressure dispels worries
Let go years of misdirections
Did he know he had 3 more breaths?
Disown the tomatoes thrown in disgust
Own tensile betrayal lurking in the mind
Be like a baby’s skin when calm
I wish I knew how to relax on high
Relax, exhale and count to 2
Release all worries that bind
My agitation only finds rest in you
Remember me on the cross beside you
Me, 2 thieves watching your grace
I see you take your final breath
Equanimity hung on the clothesline
Careless to His resurrection assured
Why have you abandoned me?
Relax, inhale for the 2nd time
Let my echo chamber take in 3
Gather desperate cries to be unpinned
Be 1 of 2 thieves breathing next to Him
1 thief writhes mocking Christ
The other thief in me fears God
He says to me we’ll be in paradise
Comfort me when You’re uncomfortable
Your promise of relaxation is foreign
Relax, exhale the number 4
Release my final breath like Him
Count each breath till I let go of 4
Bring to bear the recycled sequence
Enumerate the stations of the cross
If I’m the thief on Golgotha that day
Make me the 1 sinister to Him
Hang me fresh like a serpentine sheet
Loosed from clothespins spinning round
When Jesus annoints me unrelaxed
I start counting to find the numbers
When I find no solace in 4's exhalation
I count back to 1 to find no1's home
If only I could find equanimity in 0
If a thief could trust his promise
Then I, too, could relax on my cross
I could also say I'm finished for now
Just like Jesus relaxing in the breeze
Relax, everything is enumerated
Each breath is numbered by the Father
Surely, I can learn to relax on my cross
Softly,
Arrives illumination of day,
Exposing morning's dew.
As a cancer survivor,
Each day portends a new beginning;
So how could it not be a great day,
For I'm alive!
Alive, without complications,
Aside from one recurring cloud,
Which must be frequently ushered from thought,
And back into the dormancy of my psyche.
For thirty-two, years,
Doubt, has been foreign, self pity, non existent.
As for questions of why my existence,
This much I know, God, has not overlooked me.
I see only insignificant accomplishments,
While God, fathoms what I will yet do.
Possibly a thought yet unpinned
For one individual's contemplation.
My life's folio, it's true,
Others could have surpassed,
Still, I am honored,
That God has selected me for His quill.
Bearings lost, just like that, dark---can't see
Tide's pulse doth quicken...
Moorings unpinned, in a flash---at sea
Reaching / stretching / clawing / panic-stricken
Tide's pulse doth quicken...