Long Unframed Poems

genius?
sometimes you are in its minimal spotted light...sometimes!
other times you just know you've been touched and you freeze,
moved but frozen...like a stranger it moves in, does its work and leaves.

...maybe it's been a while since...

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Yes I can still see her...

through rose colored glasses,

imagined!

In fact,

She is gorgeous.

I remember saying...

or at least thinking out loud

...You take my breath away,

She was a perfect site to behold; I am sure men literally 
fell...

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“It’s in there!” 
The frizzy haired woman insisted with mirth in her eye.
“But, how?”
I asked beseechingly.
She gave a mischievous laugh from impish lips in reply 
And then skipped merrily on her way.
The most precious thing...

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Written: March 14, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann

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On that obsidian night,
I found your flawless face, 
echoing with illuminated breaths 
and...

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A simple toy mother gave me 
on my sixth birthday, 
the best gift I ever got.
Its gentle turn creating changing color design, 
and shifting patterns, mesmerized me, 
filled my transfixed childhood vision.
I can’t resist looking...

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I would speak to you of the seasons set upon this earth.
  Each would make its mark ingrained when it is birthed.
Surely there is but one place to start the heart to sing
 when...

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My soul wanders in the dark alley within me,  
plunges in the abyss of discontent.    
The unsatiated life, unframed and uncertain, 
casts a formless shadow of ambiguity on the being,
that flares...

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Written: February 23, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker

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The face of sparkling spring shines 
on the convivial tapestry,
spread on the luminous landscape 
of the vibrant vivacity of the face,
engraved with the dreaming blue lagoon of eyes
and the lotus petals of luscious lips,
portrayed in...

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The morning sun stretches across the sky, 
charging a palette of blues, greens and chalky coastal whites.  
The smell of salt is carried by the early morning humid wind, 
and seagulls search for their...

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Been reminded of days gone by
      when the doors were opened wide,
The endless rails called loud his name,
     sent an iron horse to ride.
Geese were flying...

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He chooses his medium and tools carefully:
It's oil and sable promises today.
He lays it on thick-haphazardly.
He folds then unfolds the unframed canvas many times
into the shape of a woman.
Squeezing out her dignity, 
then reads what's...

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Bought at an antiques store for a song:
unframed print #225 of 750, signed by the artist
Number III of the family name, all painters,
(presumably) Those forbears hard to discard--
"Stay Awhile" its title, hospitably captioned by
a country...

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“The rays of setting sun design the unframed dreams 
in life’s kaleidoscopic snapshot.” – by Poet


The revolving wheel of the ceaseless time 
rotates the contrived kaleidoscope of life, 
the riveting patterns change persistently 
in the...

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In the mist of the journey’s penultimate mile
at the edge of the ordained pasture of future obscure,
the sunset swansong resonates in the twilight hour
for the forlorn wanderer silhouetted shapeless in stillness
against the chromatic skyline of...

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Smeared summer blue skylight
                               ...

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“Pristine your pose, exposed artistic allure” 

Canvas on easel waits patiently,
naked in formless thought
Inviting rapture’s brush strokes

“White on white destined pleadings”

Visions engulf watercolor yearnings
blending passion’s tints…
Seductive bristled breaths fall

“Soft curves fill unframed desires”

Orchid skin seeps...

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“Pristine your pose, exposed artistic allure”

Canvas on easel waits patiently
Naked in formless thought
Inviting rapture’s brush strokes

“White on white destined pleadings”

Visions engulf watercolor yearnings
Blending passion’s tints…
Seductive bristled breaths fall

“Soft curves fill unframed desires”

Olive skin seeps semi-gloss...

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What the eye can see
                        or heart can feel,
we fondle nerves of...

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Lost I am, I know
A piece of wreck, 
yet to strike the shore.

Meanwhile, beaten , n lashed,
For eons since the cruise crashed.

but, yaara mere there is, 
in bein 'even' a piece o wreckage, 
a certain...

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The bible 
our pure poetry

Divine voice

art -- gallery imagery 
Father’s expanding palettes of time
space infinite – 

shadows of unframed
formless canvas -- man's freedom 
to light, shape, transverse supernal grace,

we, alone, limit speed
and trajectory

bridging dark gaps,...

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In the mist of the journey’s penultimate mile
at the edge of the fading pasture of future obscure
in the twilight hour the sunset swansong resonates
for the forlorn tree of the being silhouetted still
against the blazing skyline...

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In the mist of the journey’s penultimate mile
at the edge of the fading pasture of future obscure
in the twilight hour the sunset swansong resonates
for the forlorn tree of the being silhouetted still
against the blazing skyline...

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famished
 
it didn’t seem quite right
the sign over his left shoulder said
‘fine arts & framing’
while his unframed cardboard read
‘famished’

his empty cup told the story

and one man named ‘simon’
felt that he was a disciple of jesus
before...

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Driftwood

Once part of a thing lone and simple,
That stood breathing sky through a spray of green
Held in a tangle of outspread arms,
Some circumstance tore you loose from your moorings
And cast you adrift,
A wanderer on the...

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