Best Untamed Poems
I cannot help feeling the way that I feel
or doing the things that I do;
acting the way I'm not supposed to.
For I have not the discipline to do so.
Your presence is powerful, and intense..
it overwhelms me completely
and takes control of me.
For that moment, it's an eternity.
I am rendered helpless..
in a state of mind in which I cannot think
clearly, nor focus or believe
in anything other than you.
Everything that I have learned.
Everything that I have built myself upon
has vanished. No rules or religion can
deter me to think otherwise.
I am at your mercy,
whether your intent was to do so or not;
it's how I feel, and it's how I am
when I'm with you.
This is a collaboration with Susan Ashley, excerpts taken from her Amberina Ballerina poem. One of the best writes I've ever read, check it out!
Thanks Susan for your awesome work, I loved this and have high hopes for this song!
UNTAMED HEART
My untamed heart,
ruled by unruly wants
Sometimes in tatters,
but flatters and taunts
I played at life...
but life played me harder,
Lived bet to debt...
in life's Russian roulette
Chorus
I'm like a ghost ship,
stranded on breakers
searching for life, without any light
I rummage through...
my Psyches ruins
Dreams duel disasters,
but give up the fight
I place a wager...
speed into danger
My foolish whims,
scatter in mistral winds
Now tossed by waves,
by blind forces of fate
How they orchestrate,
time, distance and place
Bridge
Now all that's left...
lies fallow,
in fields of regret
Hopes of a new day...
are shattered
by a doomed sunset
Chorus
I'm like a ghost ship,
stranded on breakers
searching for life, without any light
I rummage through...
my Psyches ruins
Dreams duel disasters,
but give up the fight
Outro
Dreams duel disasters,
but give up the fight
Dreams duel disasters,
but give up the fight
repeat and fade
Written November 26,2021
(revised Nov29,2021)
John Derek Hamilton, Susan Ashley
They start thick—
not the polite kind you stir into tea
not the mild drizzle on breakfast toast
but the kind that runs hot
slow
dangerous
coating your tongue before you grasp
the price of its pleasure.
They start golden—
dripping off the comb
sun pressed into their marrow
too rich, too syrupy—
gumming up the gears of your schemes
too luminous for hands that flinch from light
too wild for walls meant to contain them.
You want squeeze-bottle love.
Clean.
No bees.
No stingers.
No buzz.
But they ferment in kitchens
where no one thanks them—
same way their grandmothers did
spooning fire into each serving
stinging their own tongues
just to stay sharp—
drizzling down your better judgment staining
Sunday shirts
unraveling wedding vows
spilling past boundaries
no one asked them to obey.
They get called—
too much.
too loud.
too open.
too shut—
like they were born to fit into your grip
instead of slipping right through it.
You try to jar them.
Slap on barcodes:
Best before.
Handle with care.
Discount if damaged
for quick sale.
But wild honey won’t kneel—
it contradicts logic
defies preservation
reason
perfumes the air
wrecks your thirst for tradition.
You mistook raw for reckless
Reckless for ruin
Ruin for something to fear.
You laughed when they wept—
like grief was a spectacle
like tenderness was weak
like softness
was a defect to be filtered out.
But by the time you realize
she’s the rarest thing
you ever tasted—
she’s already sweetening
the hands that never swatted her
And now,
we sit here—
jars without lids,
spoons still sticky—
trying to remember
what it meant to taste something
that never begged to be caged.
Maybe—
the glass wasn’t meant to hold her.
Maybe—
it was meant to shatter—
to let something wild
and feral
flood in
and leave you
pleading
for ruin.
—it’s a reckoning,
unapologetic,
untamed,
final.
- I wish my name was Jane ... and had a pretty
swimsuit ... (Tarzan yell) - quote by poet
The jungle waited with deep bated breath
silence broken by a pack of howler monkeys
In truth the jungle is never quiet
Morning sun shines through the leaves of the trees
the air is filled with birdsong
A sleepy sloth with movements
as a slow motion movie
Everyday routines for an effective new day
Further into the jungle a predator stirs
Muscles undulate under rosette-dotted fur
A slender muscular jaguar moves gracefully
First mission of the day with deadly grace
The strongest will survive
the law of the jungle
It rumbles in the treetops
elephants wander through dense foliage
waving their huge ears- no trumpet sound
Enigmatic giants in silent march
The jungle changes at sunset
don't dare stay here at night
Wild
pristine
and untamed,
nature feels free
unfettered by time
or arrogance of Man.
She is part of everything
half creator, half destroyer;
She is the architect of all life,
all its beauty and abominations.
Connected in a fundamental way
we appreciate Nature's artwork;
like painting the sunset scarlet
and inking the sky crimson,
or apple-blossom pink.
But She also hosts
hurricane winds
volcanoes
fire and
ice.
From
scented
orchids to
ugly vultures,
nature modifies
and diversifies life;
altering environments.
Forcing life to adapt or die,
allows for more varied creations
on Earth's ever-evolving forms of life.
shoreless bounding main
veiled magic in such splendor
laughing at its yoke
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My untamed heart,
ruled by unruly wants
Sometimes in tatters,
but flatters and taunts
I played at life...
but life played me harder,
Lived bet to debt...
in life's Russian roulette
Chorus
I'm like a ghost ship,
stranded on breakers
searching for life, without any light
I rummage through...
my Psyches ruins
Dreams duel disasters,
but give up the fight
I place a wager...
speed into danger
My foolish whims,
scatter in mistral winds
Now tossed by waves,
by blind forces of fate
How they orchestrate,
time, distance and place
Bridge
Now all that's left...
lies fallow,
in fields of regret
Hopes of a new day...
are shattered
by a doomed sunset
Chorus
I'm like a ghost ship,
stranded on breakers
searching for life, without any light
I rummage through...
my Psyches ruins
Dreams duel disasters,
but give up the fight
Outro
Dreams duel disasters,
but give up the fight
Dreams duel disasters,
but give up the fight
repeat and fade
John Derek Hamilton and Susan Ashley
(a collaboration)
composed November 26, 2021
(revised Nov. 29, 2021 – posted Nov. 30, 2021)
~ Poem Of The Day ~
December 1, 2021
*Celebrated on John Hamilton's page*
Poet’s note: my dear friend, John, it was both a pleasure, and indeed, a great honor to collaborate with you on this special and emotionally expressive song of an untamed heart. Thank you for your gracious invitation for my pen to join yours in lyrical artistry. Your song writing skills are ever impressive! I love what we’ve done here and it fills me with gratitude to share the creative page with you.
John’s poet note: This is a collaboration with Susan Ashley, excerpts taken from her Amberina Ballerina poem. One of the best writes I've ever read, check it out!
Thanks Susan for your awesome work, I loved this and have high hopes for this song!
Neon skies reflected in God’s palette;
the Divine Artist’s canvas speaks
and I am enamored of its stories.
Jewels of nature painted in colors
of sapphire blue,
emerald green,
ruby red,
carnelian orange,
citrine yellow,
amethyst purples
and lavender-pink stripes,
with periwinkle dots upon the waves
and variegated backdrop of sky.
Onyx and lemon cumuli peek through sun rays;
a late afternoon sunset portrait,
fit for any king’s palace.
A color-coded
spirit kiss,
nature’s bliss,
greets my hazel orbs;
my heart fills
with ecstasy.
Poison flicks out,
among saccharine promises.
His sugarcoated tongue is tarnish proof.
He holds his tongue.
Where shall he place it?
Idle.
Let it rest.
Give permission to taste encouraging syrupy words.
"Love" is apple pie.
"Wonderful" drips of dark chocolate.
"Sorry "soaks of rich coffee savor.
Do not spew out:
"I hate you!"
Tame speech with righteousness.
Quiet tongues are blessed.
Movie: Untamed Heart
"AN UNTAMED HEART HAPPENED TO BE
MY BELOVED'S WEAKNESS"
A first date is so full of lingering whispers and sweet romances,
AN UNTAMED HEART can beat faster given many wonderful chances-
He held my hand gently as we shared silly nervous glances,
to think it all started being in the same high school classes.
We saw a moving picture of a young ill man with a heart condition,
it was no coincidence that this story HAPPENED to be non-fiction-
See, this man I was falling in love was diagnosed by his pediatrician,
since a young boy he suffered from leukemia but now he’s in remission.
When I heard the news that same night sitting at the down town bistro,
my heart broke in a million pieces and at first I wanted TO quickly go-
But my intuition remained at peace as I listened and went with the flow,
for I realized my soul had been connected to this man I longed to know.
With our hearts untamed we had uncontrollable desirous nights,
passion beyond comprehension noticing each other’s magnificent sights-
I thirsted for his touch and we craved to reach all the fervent heights,
he needed me to walk down the aisle, and BE his kindle to ignite.
Remission can only last so long and I knew the day would arrive,
when MY BELOVED'S health would decline and he would not survive-
The end of his life was spent in a hospital bed when he was only thirty-five,
the blue line went flat and his debilitated heart they could not revive.
I stayed and held his hand and laid my head upon his warm chest,
it was tamed with WEAKNESS as my heart was still full of zest-
Little did I know at sixteen this heartbreak would be my greatest test,
I took a sigh of relief, for my beloved’s heart was finally at peaceful rest.
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Date Written: September 12, 2016
I met George one spring day as he cruised by, so sexy
he was a dreamy dream on a big motorcycle
and I was so young and at a lovely fanciful age, a butterfly
we spent our days riding the country roads
our nights under the stars in parks and beaches, kissing
I could not bring him home to my parents
he was wild, untamed and a free-spirit soaring on wings
and oh, so romantic
George was my blue sky and I was so in love
one day he said to me, lets go to Florida
we will leave for Daytona Beach today
I was thinking of mother and father not approving, hesitating
but the idea of the open road was appealing
I emptied my bank account that day
packed some stuff in a old backpack
and better judgement was left behind in our dust as we stormed away
oh, it was wonderful with the wind in our faces and the blue sky above
our black leather jackets flapping in the wind in tune with the soaring roar
we stopped in small towns along the way
slept in cheap motels at night
oh, it was romantic
we arrived at Daytona Beach and spent two weeks
nothing fancy like restaurants or shopping
just an amazing vacation I have never, ever forgotten
I often think of George and what he is doing, now
________________________________
April 12, 2015
Poetry/Free Verse/wild and untamed
Copyright Protected, ID 04-662-570-12
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
For the Premier contest, Memorable Vacation,
sponsor Shadow Hamilton, Judged 05/2015
Second Place
I met George one spring day as he cruised by, so sexy
he was a dreamy dream on a big motorcycle
and I was so young and at a lovely fanciful age, a butterfly
we spent our days riding the country roads
our nights under the stars in parks and beaches, kissing
I could not bring him home to my parents
he was wild, untamed and a free-spirit soaring on wings
and oh so romantic
George was my blue sky and I was so in love
one day he said to me, lets go to Florida
we will leave for Daytona Beach today
I was thinking of mother and father not approving, hesitating
but the idea of the open road was appealing
I emptied my bank account that day
packed some stuff in an old backpack
and better judgement was left behind in our dust as we stormed away
oh, it was wonderful with the wind in ours faces and the blue sky above
our black leather jackets flapping in the wind in tune with the soaring roar
we stopped in small towns along the way
slept in cheap motels at night
oh, it was romantic
we arrived at Daytona Beach and spent two wonderful weeks
nothing fancy like restaurants or shopping
just amazing love that I have never, ever forgotten
I often think of George and what he is doing, now
_______________________
April 12, 2015
Free Verse
Submitted to the contest, Romantic Poem (old/new), sponsor, Skat
Ninth Place
The child allowed to have their way,
And do whatsoever they may,
Who is not taught to have restraint,
Develops traits that their life taint.
The rule of appetite destroys,
And undermines life’s lasting joys.
It makes the human being a slave,
To whatever his passions crave.
Instead of reason taming urge,
Unruly urges reason scourge.
The man becomes a boorish brute,
Unanchored from his soulish root.
The home should be a training ground,
Where order reigns and love abounds.
Here children learn how they should live,
As parents sound instructions give.
When parents fail their job to do,
Society pays a high price too,
with citizens who lack the traits
That makes a nation truly great.
So many lives are ruined wastes,
Destroyed by drugs that make minds race.
Because of lack of self-control,
Men wreck their lives and lose their souls.
The quest for power, wealth, and fame,
Becomes for some a raging flame.
They live their life to make a name,
But often their life ends in shame.
Don’t let your body rule your brain,
let brain over your passions reign.
Make it your goal to become good,
To be the best a human could.
Sit back and wait like a lady?
A lady I remain while untamed
I tell you I like you
Without shame I pursue you
Something I will not wait on line to do
Flattering you, appreciating your beautiful
From the outside to within then back again
Your beauty a loop I want to wrap myself in
It should be sin that I'm the first to say this to you
I want to date you
Oh is that too forward?
I'm gallant
Filled with courage
I will speak what I mean freely
Even if my gender says I'm confusing the roles and have to wait till you approach me
I see what I like
Now I'm a lion in heat
You entertain it but hesitant I see
Your gorgeousness makes lines blurry
Difficult to read between
So if you don't want me you must make mention of that
I will not acquiesce
To the beat of this rhythm
My magnificence has dimensions
Go too slow and you'll miss some
I'd gladly however move on if the radiance of my light is just too bright
For many it will be
But you never said a thing anti reciprocal to my very bold pursuit of you
Instead you painted me the color fool
And put me on display
Instead of extending Grace and allowing me to walk away with my face
You tuck some pain in the belt at my waist and steal my pride in exchange
Untamed Rose
Wild
Rose
Untamed
Rose unfolds,
Velvety feeling
with the breath of many flowers
Gives intense curiosity to embrace the rose
Butterflies and bees dancing on the open petals with pleasure seeking the nectar
3/11/2015
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