Best Unspecified Poems
A rose petal path, a highway in limbo,
Unravels a map to a future unspecified;
Wherever we get to, however we get there,
The transit of questions by nature unqualified.
All may be sunk in the swell of the ocean,
Secrets in catacombs lost to the deep;
Wave after wave roll the dreams to the shoreline
Where lovers lie dormant and dance in their sleep.
All that is known is the dynamic feeling
Of she and of I and of hanging together,
Love and mercurial magic of moonbeams,
Painted on sea spray and claiming forever...
Categories:
unspecified, happiness, life, love,
Form:
Verse
the wedding cake: $16,000-$80,000
cleaning of the streets after the wedding in london: $64,000
the flowers: $320,000-$800,000
pre-wedding hideaway (the goring hotel hosting middleton’s family & friends): $552 a night
for double rooms
middleton’s wedding dress: $64,000-$434,000
the engagement ring: valued at $136,000, given to w. by c.
security: $8-$32 million
$32,000,000
$800,000
$434,000
$136,000
$80,000
+ $64,000___
$33,514,000
*this estimated cost does not factor in the unspecified amount of time that middleton’s
family & friends will be staying for $552 a night, or how many of them, etc.
although i’m sure that
anyone
with a pulse, a half-way decently functioning brain,
and a
heartbeat
could look at the figure posited above
and find thousands of ways to invest in any number of
much
much
much
more worthy causes
than that of perpetuating an incestuous line of
figureheads
that holds absolutely
no
relevance
whatsoever
in the 21st century
but in the united states
the home of the world’s policeman
10 days ago
our blessed democratic congress
“the voice of the people”
cut
$26.6 million dollars from TRIO:
LINK:
http://www.coenet.us/ecm/AM/Template.cfm?Section=GRA_March_April_2011
for those that aren’t aware what TRIO is:
“TRIO is a set of federally-funded college opportunity programs that motivate and support
students from disadvantaged backgrounds in their pursuit of a college degree. Over 850,000
low-income, first-generation students and students with disabilities — from sixth grade
through college graduation — are served by more than 2,800 programs nationally. TRIO
programs provide academic tutoring, personal counseling, mentoring, financial guidance,
and other supports necessary for educational access and retention. TRIO programs provide
direct support services for students, and relevant training for directors and staff.”
LINK: http://www.coenet.us/ecm/AM/Template.cfm?Section=What_is_TRIO&Template=/...
happy are those that are not english citizens
as the taxpayers are said to be footing the bill of
$8-$32 million
for
security, and
$64,000 for
street cleaning after said extravaganza
one has to do their best
to keep from running amok
the day this thing happens
because of what we could really be doing with the wealth in this world
Categories:
unspecified, politicalwedding, graduation, wedding, engagement,
Form:
Free verse
Useless as today’s pile up of spent money
Don’t do the way of indentured slaves
What we have always known is true for some
How would you like to meet your smiling face
Such a opportunity to connect, to be new
What a glorious gift, to start anew, be somebody else
Trashing around in this body, give it some thought
The courage of many is your gift, embrace it.
Your gift from all who have drunk from the well
Drunk with life, drunk from life, what's the difference?
Who can fly fire and not burn, not fall?
Who can understand why the waves swallow the sand?
Embrace it as you would embrace a lover,
Your innermost needs cry for release
The sweat masks your face, wringing wet
hopple hopping with all your unspecified needs,
a laundry list of needs
Washed, tossed, flimsy flimsy hopple hopper
Do you know why you were born?
Will you ever learn
You have been instructed, shown the way
Thank you for your participation
for what had to be done
Categories:
unspecified, adventure, allegory, angst, death,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
This morass of a quagmire beleagured unfaithful
bestowment of gifts so easily annulled,
confined spaces of opinionated biased
blown out of proportion like bubbles of miasma...
Wedge issues continue to split like firewood
high temperature attitudes inducing the mood,
court jesters and sophisticated jugglers
cutting deep for the main artery jugular...
Inflamming the masses like tall wild grasses
only to burn'em as out of control asses,
most oblivious to this energized force
unwary of a different divorce...
Frolicking in the brain they splash
symbols of past and present clash,
like goods sold by a haberdash
a faux pas in configurating mismatched...
Claylike plasticity atop the stem
formed and reformed into spatial folds
symbolic reason sewn like a tailors hem
either a vaulted treasure or slavish hold...
The plastic nature of social polytics
the elastic nature of mobs in conflict
heat formed bubbles eventually burst
forcefully accepting the better or the worst...
But...just like any,wildfire out of control,
there is one thing,that can be beautifully extolled,
the purpose of the fire,is to burn the overgrowth
so new life may spring,continuing Nature's oath...
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what is dimension ?
dime ; 10th...diapenta or two 5s...5 down / 5 up
-n ; unspecified quantity
sion ; combining form
dimension...unspecified quantity of a combining form to the 10th power...magnitude
what is time.....but the regulation of space.....order
what is space...but structure and form,or the lack thereof...chaos
Mechanical sciences imitate forces of nature
as the genuis of art intimates it's stature,
attributes of diverse quantity of subject,
converging mutifaceted quality of object...
Time and space is only relative to change
dimension proportionately regulated
compounded are energies exchanged
until the true beauty can become actuated...
Categories:
unspecified, people, politicalnature, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Sometime, someone somewhere was so passionate about someone!!!!
They met- it was fortune!
They liked- it was fantasy!
They loved- it was destiny!
They separated- it was tragedy!
How could she let him go?
How could she say him no?
His magic was mesmerizing,
His voice was mellowing,
His soul was serene,
His heart was clean,
His words were mollifying
His mind was classifying,
His love was very intense,
But he could never commence,
He never shared his heart out,
So for her it was beyond doubt,
That someone thinks of her madly
Which she would have accepted gladly,
But she kept waiting for quite long,
That one day they would string along,
He did not say out of his shyness,
He used to address her as highness,
The time passed,
Days! Months! Years!
But still same story prevailed,
He had as yet not unveiled,
She could not carry the precious but unspecified relation forward
So spoke to him about it very straight forward,
The response was expected,
She knew she was selected,
But his nervousness in committing,
Compelled her actually for quitting,
Both weren’t ready to be apart,
Weren’t even prepared for a fresh start,
But
Life doesn’t always give a second chance,
One needs to be clear in advance,
This is what it turned out to be,
One who was at fault was – he,
Their relation is still a mystery,
He can’t forget her in his life history
Still someone is longing for someone somewhere!
Categories:
unspecified, fantasy, lost love, love,
Form:
Rhyme
vulnerable & helpless
weak & powerless
defenseless & exposed
open to attack
and i am..
flagarant & blatant
barefaced & overt
brazen & brash
audacious & outrageous
undisguised & unconcealed
transparent & immodest
indecorous & unabashed
unashamed & unblushing
unrepentant & unforgiving
and i am..
bold & brave
courageous & intrepid
valiant & valorous
gallant & plucky
heroic & daring
audacious & indomitable
doughty & unafraid
undaunted & unflinching
lionhearted
and i am..
unnamed & unidentified
anonymous & incognito
unspecified & unsourced
unknown & unsung
uncelebrated & uncredited
unacknowledged
but most of all i am..
finally free
free of captivity
free of interrogation
free of misery
and i am..
free of all the things
you put me through
and i am..
assured
the quickest path to heaven
was straight through hell
Categories:
unspecified, uplifting,
Form:
Prose Poetry
I love to miss you ,
live without you , I
love my thoughts
without you, even I
love your absence ,
even If you won’t
believe my
unspecified
feelings.. I love
you !!! … Do you
remember when I meet
you and hold your
hands , first
minutes with you ?
do you remember
first hours when I
was saying that I
love you ? Do you
remeber the first
night that we slept
together ? those
times shall be my
memories wich I will
never live in my
life
I love you with all
my tears which I
shed for you
I love you
I love you beacuse I
lived my first
feeling with you
I want to shout out
To say that I love
you , to have a
palace into your
heart , to cry
beacuse of my love
I just want when
it’s good time
If I got hurt from
my love , I feel
like dying , to die
!
It’s death for you
but … but for me a
something nice
beacuse I’m not
afraid of loving you
I love you because I
found myself with
you
I love you beacuse
you allured me
I love you beacuse
you left so nice
memories
I love you beacuse
you took me away
from the loneliess
Once again I LOVE
YOU
Thanks god because ,
I’m living with you
in the same city , I
am looking the same
stars which you look
, I’m taking the
same air which you
take , I’m saying
good morning to your
sun , saying goood
night to your moon ,
I’m not dreaming
nightmares , I can
say that I love you
before I sleep
THANKS GOD I LOVE
YOU….
I love you , I’m not
afraid of loving you
I had imaginations ;
to smile , to cry
together
I had dreams , to
have a palace into
your heart
I had nigtmares
which try to take
you away from me
But I love you
beacuse you were a
reason in order to
think of you in my
imaginations and
dreams .. I thank to
my nightmare bacuse
It woked me up
that's way I wrote
those words
Hear me my soulmate
, my heart , my
tears , my blood…
I’m getting used to
love you more and
more each days
I love you so much
Categories:
unspecified, love,
Form:
ABC
At the end of each day these modern-day parents,
Wait impatiently in line,
For their latest up-dates on their preschooler's day,
As they check for bags,
Lost socks,
And notices,
As they watch the time,
The traffic that is building,
And what to do about dinner.
At best they will be given some quick highlights,
By their child's main caregiver,
Usually wrapped up in political correctness,
And a reminder of unpaid fees.
More often the main caregiver will have finished their shift,
Been off sick for the day or left for greener pastures,
Or as is happening more and more,
Left for unspecified reasons,
That can't be talked about,
Except through the Rumour mill,
But will be on the front page of the local paper the next week.
But take heart,
Any information about their children if slightly edited,
Will be only second-hand memories,
Or if another family member is picking up the child,
Third hand memories.
What's that you say,
Not at your child's daycare,
Which is just perfect,
And the staff wonderful.
Indeed you may be one of the few lucky ones,
But even then your memories will still be second hand,
And some information will have been put in the best light,
To protect your child.
Some of us can still remember when one or both parents,
Were there to witness first hand important milestones,
In their child's life.,
Like their first steps,
Their first tooth coming through.
So, where to from here?
That is not my call,
But can we not,
Arrange to replace even one second hand memory,
With an actual first-hand experience.
(I was an early childhood teacher for 30 years)
Categories:
unspecified, blessing, blue, caregiving, change,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
EXPIRATION :
Existence of certainties and uncertainties,
Governed by disclosed and undisclosed warrantees,
The story is actually a mystery.
Promises become unfulfilled,
And the expectants turn to wail.
If we choose to talk about that,
Nothing would be considered by heart.
It's still the same old tale without doubt,
Of which men of ages didn't understand.
We've heard of it more and more,
And we've felt its sharp pain before.
It's bounded by no law,
Thusly, appears anytime it wants.
Many a time we try to foreclose it,
By setting walls against its exhibits.
But we end up at the same junction,
Whereby it present itself as an injunction.
And we only mark it with a memory,
For it can't be forever discarded by money.
In fact, it can be avoided by nothing,
As it truly remains inevitable.
Its visitation is unpredictable.
How we wish we would overcome it,
But freely does it shows itself in a flit;
Causing a precious life to cease and efface.
That's when the soul goes to an unspecified place,
And the soma also returns to its origin.
Then ammased earthly treasures become futile.
Absolutely, we're all standing aghast,
As one day we all would breathe our last.
Categories:
unspecified, age, death, destiny, future,
Form:
Personification
Within us, there is a lost device,
An ancient form of thinking,
An invisible heirloom passed down to entice,
For comprehension of our being.
Vastly unknown to the populous,
Widely used by the intellect and the aware,
Insistent and tenacious,
A device, attainable but rare.
Should it appear, soak in it,
Revel in the mystery and wonder,
Seek and you shall find the darkness lit,
An emergence. A spark to ponder.
Repetition is the key,
Of unlocking the unknown,
For synchronicities you will see,
And former beliefs will be thrown,
An unspecified form, a potential,
Contouring into the imagination,
Truth will come, timing an essential,
Acknowledgement lies in discussion,
With contribution and collaboration,
Diverging and aberrant,
Sparking singularity in cooperation,
A device for recognizing the significant.
12/10/16
Categories:
unspecified, life, longing,
Form:
Rhyme
Out of the corner of my eye,
an ex-colleague from bygone years spotted,
walking in my direction,
one in too many faces
on a busy street now,
in a big office then.
What’s his name?
One of those people you know but don’t know.
I look away, but not before I catch him looking away,
and the flicker of recognition, the little blip of nonplus
on his face, mirroring my own, no doubt.
We are barely 15 feet apart, and closing fast.
Decision.
Stop, greet,
spew pleasantries,
inquire into the health and general well-being
of assorted family members,
talk the small talk,
two men stranded in the middle of the sidewalk
by the rules of civility.
Natter, chatter, patter,
“Have you seen so-and-so lately?”,
“No, not for a while ...”,
invoking random names to hide the paucity
of viable conversational material,
waiting for that natural lull
in the banter to extricate themselves
politely-obviously-eagerly,
finally concluding with the obligatory bald lies
about running late
and catching up over a beer
at an unspecified time in the future.
Or just walk on by,
alibied by the bustle on the street
and a suitably distracted expression.
8 feet, 7, 6, 5, 4 . . .
I keep walking,
eyes resolutely averted,
feigning a sudden haste,
with a slight frown acting
as a Do Not Disturb sign.
He must have made the
same simultaneous decision,
my progress being unchecked.
Spared by each other through
mute, mutual consent!
A few more strides,
and I’m released
back into the anonymity of the crowd,
my mouth silently whew-shaped
after passing what’s-his-name?
Categories:
unspecified, friend, goodbye, hello, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
Personal productivity measured courtesy...
Unspecified number of hours spent
yesterday March 6th, 2021
reading (cover to cover) Pennsylvania Gazette
March/April 2021 issue.
Proud papa highly regards eldest daughter,
University of Pennsylvania alum
as academic whip smart high achiever,
she did (after quite a stretch of time
after graduating) become
self supporting earning hand over fist money
as yours truly
(her biological father) feels glum,
cuz I would qualify
mine existence as humdrum
hence quite envious at well deserved income,
which exact dollar figure I will remain mum
yet if privy being financially,
what me worry would become obsolete
mine mental would find me comfortably numb
livingsocial in splendour
versus dwelling in slum
bring (think dirt poor -
according to youngest sister)
whereby financial shortcoming exacerbates
predilection toward anxiety
with distress squarely within tum.
Back during mine salad days
earlier within mein kampf
precious time squandered away
this doubting thomas
grabbing life by figurative horns,
his outlook toward future
did excel at procrastination,
a pointedly powerful stance did delay
ambivalence toward purposefulness
hit me courtesy metaphorical
ton of bricks, now at threescore earth orbits
around the sun absorb shock
while grizzled and gray
recognizing when sober
upon post drinking up lackadaisical indifference
feigning to care not a whit,
I allude to johnny come lately self actualization
analogous to confronting judgement-day
resigned to gather wilted, shriveled, matted
rosebuds while I may
experience e'en just fleeting aliveness,
thus yours truly doth pray
to dance (why I'll) while
these spindleshanks sashay
into Elysian Fields
exorcising atrophied muscles oy vey!
Categories:
unspecified, 12th grade, blue, character,
Form:
Rhyme
High summer at the Regiment,
Admin Inspection coming around
So they placed a little saluting base
At the edge of the Parade Ground.
A coco matting covered floor
On a stout square wooden base
Which the fatigue party
Manoeuvred carefully into place.
Now I may have worn a uniform
And been a soldier by name
But i preferred to play
Very unmilitary games.
So, every night I visited
That special little place
And ceremoniously and seriously
Passed water on the saluting base.
How I loved the thought
That the building smell
Would make of that area
A pungently urine smelling hell.
Alas, all good things
Must come to their end
Because sadly I was discovered
By an equally discontented friend.
And before I knew it
Every single night
Folk were treated
To the unedifying sight
Of an ever growing band
In the process of urination
On that little coco matted
Official saluting base station.
Discretion being the thing
And the damage being done
We ceased operation and left
Further action to that of the sun.
Having sadly been posted for
Unspecified but suspected crime
I was not present there
Come Admin Inspection time
So I never did find out
If it all went well
And the Inspecting Officer suffered
My planned olfactory dose of Hell
So many many years later
In odd moments of leisure
I like to think it did, and that
Gives me such intense pleasure.
Categories:
unspecified, funny, humor, military, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme
Personal productivity measured courtesy...
Unspecified number of hours spent
many yesterdays ago since March 6th, 2021
reading (cover to cover) Pennsylvania Gazette
March/April 2021 issue.
Proud papa highly regards eldest daughter,
University of Pennsylvania alum
as academic whip smart high achiever,
she did (after quite a stretch of time
after graduating) become
self supporting earning hand over fist money
employed at the B Corp
(short for Certified B Corporation)
as yours truly
(her biological father) feels glum,
cuz I would qualify
mine impossible to quantify
existence as humdrum,
hence quite envious at well deserved income,
which exact dollar figure I will remain mum
yet if privy being financially,
what me worry would become obsolete
mine mental would find me comfortably numb
livingsocial in splendour
versus dwelling in slum
bring (think dirt poor -
according to long ago slight
courtesy youngest sister)
whereby financial shortcoming exacerbates
predilection toward anxiety
with distress squarely within tum.
Back during mine salad days
earlier within mein kampf
precious time squandered away
this doubting thomas
grabbing life by figurative horns,
his outlook toward future
did excel at procrastination,
a pointedly powerful stance did delay
ambivalence toward purposefulness
hit me courtesy metaphorical
ton of bricks, now at threescore earth orbits
around the sun absorb shock
while grizzled and gray
recognizing when sober
upon post drinking up lackadaisical indifference
feigning to care not a whit,
I allude to johnny come lately self actualization
analogous to confronting judgement-day
resigned to gather wilted, shriveled, matted
rosebuds while I may
experience e'en just fleeting aliveness,
thus yours truly doth pray
to dance (why I'll) while
these spindleshanks sashay
into Elysian Fields
exorcising atrophied muscles oy vey!
Categories:
unspecified, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
On the anvil of misfortunes, the character of the faithful, God forges!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
16 March 2016
* IT SEEMS, AFTER HAVING WRITTEN THE ABOVE MONOKU,
THE GOOD LORD DECEIDED TO DO SOME ADDITIONAL FORGING
ON ME, THEREFORE, I REGRET TO INFORM YOU THAT I HAVE TO
STAY AWAY FOR AN UNSPECIFIED PERIOD OF TIME! IT IS NOT A
HEALTH PROBLEM! THANK GOD FOR THAT! THANK YOU ALL!
Categories:
unspecified, character, faith, god,
Form:
Monoku