Long Unbarred Poems
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A sliver of horizon, stiff in hand,
it bears no city, street, or promised land.
No inked direction on its back is set,
a silent promise, a forgotten threat.
It is a vessel built without a helm,
a ship adrift in a vast, indifferent realm.
Its message, trapped within the pulp and dye,
a whispered secret passing readers by.
It speaks of all the words we leave unsaid,
the phantom letters in the heart and head.
The “I forgive you” or “I love you too,"
they’d never find their proper avenue.
It is the bridge that ends before the shore,
the key that fits no lock upon the door.
It holds a sunset view, a painted sky,
intended for a specific, single eye.
Its life is one of stillness and of wait,
a transient object sealed by silent fate.
It knows the sender’s hand, the stamp’s brief kiss,
then plunges into the communication abyss.
It lies inside a drawer, or on a shelf,
a lonely testament unto itself.
A metaphor for chances cast away,
a sun-bleached memory of yesterday.
The postal system, in its structured might,
delivers day and navigates the night.
But this card breaks the code, the golden rule,
a rebel item, a stateless, wandering fool.
It mocks the logistics, the sorting machine’s whir,
a phantom address with no destination, sure.
It is the story told to no one’s ear,
a bell that rings where no one is near.
Perhaps its power is in the void it keeps,
the silent promise that within it sleeps.
For while addressed, its journey would be done,
beneath the gaze of a specific sun.
Unaddressed, it belongs to all of us,
this little card, this wordless, world-less fuss.
It carries every possible reply,
a universal, silent, hopeful sigh.
So let it rest, the unaddressed postcard,
a little piece of life we’ve held unbarred
from finality, from being truly sent.
A perfect moment, perfectly unspent.
It is the poem I write that you won’t read,
the planting of a universal seed,
awaiting recipient, could have been,
a memory in time that no one had seen.
If love is a sin, then I will go to hell
With a smile on my face and a story to tell
For I have loved deeply and with all my heart
And it's worth any punishment that may impart
If love is a sin, then let it be so
For the joy it brings is worth any woe
I'll embrace my fate, with love as my guide
And I'll wear my heart on my sleeve with pride
If love is a sin, then I'll happily sin
For the feeling it gives is like heaven within
No force can stop me, no fear can hold back
For the light of love will guide my path
If loving you means going to hell
Then let me go – for with you, all is well
I'll brave the flames and face any test
For in your arms, I've found eternal rest
So if love is a sin, then I am guilty as charged
And I'll happily pay the price, full, free and unbarred
For nothing can corrupt the love in my heart
Not even hell can tear my love apart.
You're akin to a blend
of my favourite hues—
not just black, but
preserved, concealed,
opaque, resilient, and
profound. Yet, a gentle
gaze reveals a swirling
display of myriad colours.
Not many can see it, but
for you, I'd illuminate it all.
It's not merely white;
it's pristine, translucent,
and unbarred only to your eyes.
Each stain forms a pattern twirling
in my mind. I'd freeze time
repeatedly to have you here,
regardless of our state.
I'd rather you exist without
my proximity than not exist at all.
Have a wonderful day today
knowing it's special and
will always be.
Happy birthday, vanilla,
shine like the diamond you are.
Do you remember the day
When I was out on a bay
And you, like the silent wind
Penetrated deep in my rind
Barefooted, you lured the carte
Intruded the streets of my heart
Even the dungeons rejoiced
When you whispered in sweet voices
As if a blessed rain just began to pore
The Green couldn't help but restored
For the first time in forever
The door of my heart was unbarred
The ocean of my heart was set on fire
By your wide crescent smile
My soul yearns for you
Like sea waves for the moon
You enticed the sails of my dreams
They are floating towards your streams
I wonder what's this magic
I hope for you too it's aesthetic
My smiles and peace are from you
Be careful... let's rejoice... For now I love you too
Dated: 25th September, 2021
We find Liberty has left us as we left our guard,
allowing hate and dishonesty to prosper unbarred.
We tempted fate, then saw cruelty's depth
as we watched a man die while pleading for breath.
Strong words either left or came at us fast,
as we longed for the future still mired in the past.
We came together walking as one.
Our voices shouted, "We want decency done!"
The ineptness exposed under masks made of salt
showed dishonesty's purpose was magnifying our faults.
Justice then failed, losing in some bitter game;
while lies masqueraded as Truth's proper name.
When fantasy engulfs Truth is always at stake.
Decisions must not wait for sages to make.
Hate is a virus seeking places to hide.
Democracy languishes while we try to decide:
do we run from this madness or stand here and speak?
Can we withstand pelting taunts hurled by the weak?
Can we uphold the dream our forefathers declared?
Can we look in dark places where no one has dared?
When we conquer, not others, but mediocrity,
commitment's reward will be pure honesty.
When fresh ideas flourish, encompassing all,
we will watch demigods' promises crumble and fall.
Then Liberty will smile, holding her beacon high.
We'll shout, "Democracy lives, we've imprisoned the lie!"
But Truth can be quashed unless steadiness prevails,
it demands diligence. We must not, this time, fail.
Awake, alone, the hours after midnight
when thoughts like gypsy spirits roam about the world,
traveling through past, present and blank future--
no maps, no boundaries, no roads.
Free to roam, a nomad of earth's centuries,
along unbarred corridors, uncharted seas,
viewing both the close and distant perspectives
of nations, thrones, and kings,
captain of a time kaleidoscope turning
in the curious capsule of my head.
What could we be and see if not restrained
by gray barred cells of time and place?
Would wisdom rule because we ascertain
the whys of old cultures' swift declines?
I doubt we would choose any better
even if we knew all there is to know;
we would find we are determined rebels,
for we are fallen beings after all.
Copyright, August 27, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
In the depth of your arms, time lays down its dreams softly,
Under the velvet of the moment, every burden turns into a silent thorn.
Oceans of trials I traverse, when I find solace and purpose,
In the sweet penumbra of your embrace, that caresses each August sunset.
When you enfold me in your world, forgotten are the turmoil and tumult,
Life, with its heavy cart, seems to me a feeble heartbeat, the road leisurely.
And it's a creation of the sacred in the fleeting moment, when you still waves of worry,
Your oasis, a realm of wonders, where I, the bard, weave and uphold the crown of happiness.
From life’s chasm, that ever plays its card of the unexpected,
Your caress overflows like a river that knows not drought.
And that greatness within us, the power to care without bounds,
Turns the fog that clung to the soul into light over solitary journeys.
You have woven a sacred embrace wherein time used to build itself,
An eternal play of colors, undulating, where secretly the flowers of hope germinated from beneath the stone.
Now there is no more fatigue, but only regal delight, in soft applause,
You make me laugh, dance, burst, not into exhaustion, but into a swirl of golden-brown.
In a world of wanderings, you are the one who grants me rest,
When you extend your arms like the wings of an angel over the descending twilight.
In your proximity, I rediscover the forgotten realm where every trouble meets its end,
And I breathe relieved, a soul in feast, with a heart light as a ladybug, unbarred, without limit.
One magical moment brought to life with the stars
You've brought me back reeling, uncontained and unbarred
New joy you did spread your beauty did glow
Your smile gave me goosebumps from my head to my toes
My hearts now alone, your sweet touch is now gone
I'm left dazed and confused like lyrics without a song
My heart now hangs low and I'm falling apart
I'm now one in this world with what's left of my heart
I can't hide the pain I can't shed the scars
But I'll always remember as I gaze at the stars
My life has been blessed and touched by your charm
I once tasted heaven with you in my arms
I’ll go my lone way, come what may,
walk through forest before I rest
to bathe in sunshine, I’ll make way
to walk life fulfilled, I know best.
In blizzard when journey is hard
I’ll go my lone way, come what may,
for like free bird I’ll fly unbarred
from storm far away, I won’t stray.
Keep dark at bay, on course I’ll stay,
for in life whole I know my role.
I’ll go my lone way, come what may,
reach destined goal set by my soul.
En route, you with me I mayn’t see,
my deep dismay I won’t display.
If you drown me in distress sea
I’ll go my lone way, come what may.
The Wind And I
As involved winds swept on my facial hair,
A trek made constant midst nature and me,
I gauged my feel of it held in my stare,
That unbarred my heart and made me carefree.
A trek made constant midst nature and me,
Fumbles in my whiskers and my nose bare,
That unbarred my heart and made me carefree,
Beyond pushing the breathing winds I share,
Fumbles in my whiskers and my nose bare,
Inhaled inspiration furthers my spree,
Beyond pushing the breathing winds I share,
Facing at levels we look to agree.
Inhaled inspiration furthers my spree,
I gauged my feel of it held in my stare,
Facing at levels we look to agree,
As involved winds swept on my facial hair.
2020 June 02
*2nd Place*
Pantoum Rhyme and Personification
~~Eve Roper
Picture #2
*Honorable Mention*
BRIAN'S Select 3,any form,any theme
~~Brian Strand