Long Unbend Poems
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I stood
Observing in the scene
The rude wind in the wood
During cuisine
Nullify needs
That would have to unseal
The deceits growing weeds
Bye peal
Be loyal
To only unwise friend
You'll be treated royal
Ever unbend
Nullify needs
That would have to unseal
The deceits growing weeds
Bye peal
I know
It is of no use
Never to forego
water from a sluice
Nullify needs
That would have to unseal
The deceits growing weeds
Bye peal
The sea
Of our life's end is unseen,
A ever able caged escapee
In marine
Nullify needs
That would have to unseal
The deceits growing weeds
Bye peal
How waves
Yearn up and down
Dancing to the airwaves
Unruly frown
Nullify needs
That would have to unseal
The deceits growing weeds
Bye peal
You control
The sea listens to be so still
And the wearies are console
Lives refill
Nullify needs
That would have to unseal
The deceits growing weeds
Bye peal
Moonlit River
Paints the calm waves of nature sway
By which humans accompany its diver
In gay
Nullify needs
That would have to unseal
The deceits growing weeds
Bye peal
Peaceful atmosphere
it creates give joy and peace in true guise
Though the treats and love don't adhere
Without prize
Nullify needs
That would have to unseal
The deceits growing weeds
Bye peal
Happiness surrounds
Home of little children good together
Great experience of exposure founds
Change weather
Nullify needs
That would have to unseal
The deceits growing weeds
Bye peal
You shelter me through tempest storms – indeed, you are my friend.
You never try to change my ways, instead you interblend;
I’m free with you and you with me, and neither will offend.
In spite of fashion's etiquette, your care does not depend
on ways I dress (or part my hair) - I’m not a passing trend,
and in my need you comfort me till twists and turns unbend.
We needn’t don thin masks of clay or otherwise pretend,
and when I sometimes act the fool you never condescend
but try instead to steep my views in eyes that comprehend.
At times I dwell within the depths, you smile and I ascend
to levels of tranquillity which others can’t transcend.
You never ask, demand or take, you give and understand,
and when I’m lost, a frantic child, you lead me by the hand
through castle gates in mirrored walls throughout a fairyland
where fears and worries linger less than tracks in drifting sand.
With you my words are ever free, they trickle out unplanned,
and fearful feelings I possess you seize as contraband.
Your laughter flows upon my woes like waves on troubled strand
which leave behind within their wake a calm and peaceful land.
Not everyone is pleased, I’m told, that you and I are friends.
The world outside... they envy us... that you and I are friends.
We dare defy the green-eyed storm... for you and I are friends.
I filled the night's chalice with knots of desire,
a secret that daylight would burn into dust;
my spirit is consumed in an unspoken fire,
where shadow meets passion, and darkness meets lust.
I crave to be cherished, to fall in your arms,
yet love is the phantom I dread to embrace;
I run from your touch, while I yield to your charms,
I seek your affection, yet flee from your face.
I love you, I hate you, this agony grows,
as night weaves its terror and tears at my skin;
the monsters emerge as the darkness shows,
to feed on the sorrow I carry within.
I hide in the blackness, unseen and alone,
and carve out my soul to the one I adore;
I write with my blood on an altar of stone,
to offer the longings I harbor, once more.
Yet bound by this torment, I pray for the end,
and wish that our paths had never been crossed;
that time would reverse, and this heart would unbend,
to release me from misery, and all it has cost...
The prison I was kept in was small, dark and wet
I didn’t know how I got there or how long I would stay
Yet I had a sense of comfort and felt I’d be okay
And didn’t have the courage to escape from it quite yet
I could hear voices around me in a language I did not know
The space was getting smaller with every passing day
My anxiety was reaching a crescendo to finally be on my way
And something innate inside me was urging me to go
Through a dark and narrow passage I started my way to squeeze
Screams of pain and anguish echoed through my head
Somehow I felt that my leaving to another’s pain had lead
As I continued through the tunnel; first my head and then my knees
A rush of cold air and bright lights made me release a cry of joy
Being helped now by others to pull me from my cell
Free to unbend and stretch and let out a healthy yell
As they handed me to my mother saying, “Congratulations, it’s a boy”
Wide are eyes that weep in silence.
My spirit stolen, my opinion veiled,
fettered harmony at hand…
Wide are eyes that weep in silence.
Character stolen
My will the same,
Peace gained without comment,
Logic eludes rationale.
Chained as I am,
Shackled in time,
My feelings oblique,
More than one I am.
Fault given
Quickly I realize,
Chained, you are too.
Chained you are.
To your goodness
To your God,
Chained, and you are glorious,
Chained, you are sublime.
Living out of the ordinary
Shrouded in righteousness,
You judge…
You see…
Parting only by promise
Committed am I,
Only then will my chains unbend…
Wide are eyes that weep in silence.
Into the wild scatter your docile dreams,
Like animals from rusted cages freed,
For seamless years hunchbacked by low-slung beams,
Now through ceilings of boughs can boldly feed
On oracles hung in the new-glimpsed sky,
Telling of the courage of late-fledged wings,
Paroled from pauses and a fearful sigh,
Bound for air so sapphire, the heart’s eye blinks.
Unbend those yearnings, lest they die craven,
For too long have they been told, it’s too late;
Let them be by this world unforgiven,
Or with waiting destiny at last mate.
Retake the time when life’s freshness thundered,
Before youth was by dreamless toil plundered.
When you pack a life, you pack a soul.
A tapestry of memories, tales untold.
Each cherished moment, tenderly whole,
To be packed away, a bittersweet bold.
When facing mental and literal grime.
To pack for an unknown trip on time.
A dance with nostalgia, a delicate art,
To gather the fragments, piece by part.
There is a profound stillness in the room.
As blaze pictures and messages to consume.
Stale, antique odors of books and art.
Floats across the air as the mind starts
Each item holds a story, a chapter in time,
To be stated, akin to a tiny wrap, is sublime.
Tokens of happiness and signs of pain,
The tangible remnants of a life's refrain.
The clock ticks softly, as memories unbend.
Through the hands that touch, stories trend.
Each object holds a piece of one's soul,
A window into a life, a world once whole.
The packing continues, a dance of reflection,
As the past and present merge in introspection.
Each item is carefully wrapped, with love and care,
Preserving the essence of a life's wear and tear.
After the last item, a closure grips the room.
A silent trip ended, and a fresh era beckons to bloom.
January is never meant for blue
It is always of pure gold and the pearls
These days, if you wouldn't argue how true
It has done the do, January curls
Forgive January for its merry
Seized up by December's bill payment
And its galore enjoyment, unwary
Toasting eyes of its darling assortment
It was like a mile of thousand gazes
Grievous goodbye's wish, everyday is long
Seems unfortunate like lonely phases
How ideas run in disarray so wrong
December has blessed January rooks
In its entirety of heavenly nooks
Surely, the troubling peace of previous nights
Shall I see no more from February
The class dinner that breakfast deeply benights
Happy to see the best cautionary
Grateful for the opportunity, Sir
Knowing fully what time mean to pretend
Have I to unseal the veil not so blur?
Or get mind accepts to become unbend?
All baggages' swags claim to be of prudence
Young mind; old way home to pickup any
See discordant bail out of innocence
Enforce blinded choice on times so many
Thanks dearly Sir for the closed eyes given
No offense but heal flurry once driven
How is it that you are real?
My dreams never created something like you.
I still have to pinch myself,
Because I’m amazed you are true.
I always think of you, in my sleep, in my dreams,
I always think of you, all night all day, hoping you’re alright,
I always think of you, wishing that you were thinking of me too, every minute, every second of the day, I think of you,
I really do, all because…. I love you
I never really knew you
you were just another friend
But when I got to know you
I let my heart unbend
I couldn’t help past memories
That would only make me cry
I had to forget my worst past
And give another try
So I’ve fallen in love with you
And I’ll never let you go
I love you more and more
I just had to let you know
My feelings for you will never change
Just know my feelings are true
Just remember this one thing
I will always...Love you Olivia!
With first breath, the wakeful light of dawn sings
an adoration of morning prayer
nature's eternal temperate sweet air,
charmed ensemble of fluttering bird's wings.
Pink, yellow, blue buds up-staring unbend
Dance under breaking clouds that saunter by
Lacing sunlight. Good-bye! Good-bye, so shy
Blue dragonfly, ascend to heaven, friend.
Under untrimmed budding magnolia shade
toward blinding sleepy eye sun. To short
the lease that directs your favor to court
in undisturbed possession through the glade.
Tortoise Beetle, with your gold complexion
and the splendor of natures perfection.
8/8/2019
Poetry Contest: A Summer's Day Redo
Sponsored by: Michelle Faulkner
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