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The world belongs to the young,
who know no boundaries, no limits,
unconstrained by time they run
through life like wild horses-- and
when they stumble, they never fall.
Unlike the old who know too well,
too hard, how dangerous time is,
how fraught life can be, how lost
are old hopes and tender dreams
and how brittle the steel of love.
So the young own the world, or so
they believe-- but soon enough
God or Fate or Chance will trip all
the fleet of foot & as they stumble,
some to fall (a few never to get up)
then the young will know how sad,
how very sad it is to truly grow up.
Why would I want to be a flower
when I can smell as sweet?
Why would I want to be an ephemeral spectacle
when I can be an eternal bloom with love within?
Why would I want to wilt and wither
and bite the dust?
But if I have to, I'll be a DANDELION!
Invincible, unconstrained, conspiring with
the wind to spread my domain
of golden-yellow flowery quilt
over the lawns and the meadows
as far as the eyes can see.
Slighted, ignored, untended,
I still flourish unabashed,
Teasing, mocking playfully--
An unrelenting pain in the butt!
Flower: Dandelion = Lion's tooth
"Picture yourself as a flower" contest by Andrea Dietrich
People voted for chaos:
democracy is struggling.
Worldwide ideologies lean far right:
dictators, potentates, and tyrants rule
unconstrained by any semblance of law.
Our youth don't know real war:
nor what their fathers fought for.
Politicians sell fear, packaged as hope,
through accusations and false promises,
till the downtrodden elect their jailers.
Like sheep to a hungry wolf:
weak minds are easy pickings.
I've lived in a bubble of misplaced trust;
out of touch with the anger of our youth,
ignoring the homelessness on our streets.
But bubbles pop over time:
and illusions, get exposed.
Aggressive nations are pushing for war
and allies align, as they've done before;
fueled by pure propaganda and greed.
I hoped I’d never see war:
but, I fear, one is coming.
In the dark sublime
You're the shooting star
Healing grim moments
Like receding glacier
Oh shooting star
You're hope to the stoic
Joy to the despondent
Lighting darkest nights
You're the warm fire
Burning hearts with desire
Shooting shivers in solar systems
Leaving goosebumps in many galaxies
Your fascinations shoot arrows
Straight through hearts
With unconstrained desire
After your beautiful constellation
Oh shooting star
You long to be savored
But only for a moment
You yearn to be devoured
But only by the lucky ones
When you shoot high in the sky
You shift my attention from the stars
Whenever I see you
I make a wish!
I love to give you presents
Let me buy you things
I know your taste in clothing
Necklaces and rings
Nothing too expensive
That's for another time
Right now just little keepsakes
And lots and lots of rhymes
Don't look for any knockoffs
Just tell me what you want
I love to give you presents
You're not the type to vaunt
You have an innate beauty
You're gorgeous on your own
You're natural and candid
But when you dress full blown
You take my breath away from me
You're incredible to observe
Onstage a living dynamo
Contained but full of verve
I'd love to see you unconstrained
To watch you let it out
There's no one else who's quite like you
Of that I have noooo doubt
One Day Soon
One day soon when we’re covid free
there'll be fun for both you and me
Able to hug someone again
as we did in those bygone days.
Oh the joy when freedom has come
to kiss the cheek of anyone
With no distancing any more
or hiding behind a closed door.
Off the leash we'll happily be
meeting our friends and family
Good company and jollity
with those we love adorably.
Music again at live events
with campers sleeping in their tents
Sunbathers on a sandy beach
won't it be simply loverly.
Once more to weddings we may trot
to watch sweethearts tying the knot
Then dancing the whole night away
till the morrow greets the new day.
Hi-ho Hi-ho off we shall go
with our unconstrained hearts aglow
Vaccinated, all in safety
waving covid goodbye bravely.
18th June 2021
Aerial dribs and drabs, a sidewalk canvas
As a toddler chases bubbles her mother blows
from confectionary soap,
Fluttering fluidity in spring air
Child's laugh, a mosaic of innocence, discovery and glee
Her run after each globe, unsteady, twisted gravity
Her footwork shifts in warfare wobble, no sinkhole falling
Her reach to pop each bubble, circus kerfuffle, giddy,
giggles that swing like a trapeze artist,
while a mother retrieves
unexpected memory
shards of recovery
that coat a guarded self
Neverland jester, a child's guileless glow,
routing air baubles
unconstrained by space,
untethered from fear,
avoiding a fall off the planet
to limited mobility
For sometimes life's march
doesn't start on time
Poem revised: April 19, 2021
It's funny being a kid--
for one thing,
you can never see eye-to-eye
with the grown-ups,
and not just cause they're taller--
no, it's how they think,
in that strange way,
what with all their secrets
and sneaky looks at one another....
But kids are honest, kids are real.
They all live only in the present,
the here and now, but still are
magically, wondrously unconstrained
by place or time or size:
so they can be pirates on the high seas
one day, or brave cavalry charging
savage foes the next, or
maybe happy cowboys and cowgirls
home on the range under
a vast and comforting blue sky.
Kids leave it to the adults
to make a bomb that is real,
to kill or maim, to wage wars
that rubble cities and wreck nations....
Oh, if only kids could always live
in that World of Imagination,
and never become grown-ups!
out of the particular
a birds wing
a waterfall
some things beyond
the ordinary
of moments past
drama of the season
atmosphere in the soul
sharp outlines
softness of vision
a philosophy of nature
spontaneous pleasure
in
an overflow of feeling
portents of proportions
vistas glimpsed
in elements&symbols
dramatic dreams
made real
by
discerning
eyes
natural beauty
sudden
& shaped
from eye to brush
unconstrained picturesque
in sublime raptures
particular places
poetical portraits
with pleasing effects
romantic feelings
beyond
the everyday
topography &textual detail
in light
& movement
ambitions so complex
washed
in colour&feeling
reflections in water
purposed in passing
a mass in shadow
solemn grandeur
masterly executed
of
sentiments
an image blue a memory
fleeting midst
black,white &
colour flows
shadows stream
& ideas fly
free to drift
afterthoughts floating
zig-zags
primitive themes
the unconscious pre occupied
the misshapen
in designs
to surprise
& provoke
glimpses
into the bizarre
a short breath blown
a frottage
of connections
embryonic&
diffused
imprecise
concisely
conceived
muse&
inspiration
..absolute negation
freed
in a new beginning
a
new opening
an
exchange
look at one thing
see another
the poetry
of desire
a fussillade spellbound
alternations
irresistible
unhindered
unconstrained
the absurd
with taste