Short Unaccompanied Poems
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Send your kid aged 4 to 11 for air travel alone under the Air France unaccompanied minor policy, and for 12-17 its optional.
unaccompanied*
liturgical
melodies
sans
notation
universal
utterings
of
musical
uniformity
with
glee
Diverge collided now
I Question oh why horror
See what I see here
Is unaccompanied and
I feel I will not be good.
Written: 10/22/15
Filter through barrage...
Drawer bridge select...
Silent comment...
Complainers (common denominator)
Quantrum retreat...
Climb into the mind unaccompanied...
Delve the walls fortress...
Quiet Solice Serene...
For the time inside my citadel...
Quiet Solice Serene...
The bloody stranger stank of rank grass and
Animal grime and strutted unnoticed on
Our threshold on a long, misty night.
Lightning, unaccompanied by rain,
Exposed his grisly image,
Comprehended quickly by the village griot,
A humepenthe with seeing eyes, though blind,
Who could smell danger even from long-dug holes of
Doss-houses from distant caverns.
A common, vile dictator is abroad tonight!
Three birds on a branch
Two birds sing a sweet duet
One twitters alone
A passing robin feeling sorry for the little fella
Alights to join one, two, three birds in joyful a cappella *
27.02.19
'Charliekucoup Poetry Contest' sponsored by Charles Messina
*In referring to singing unaccompanied by instruments, the traditional spelling is the Italian one, a cappella rather than the latin a capella
Eating alone puts me in
a self-conscious mood,
every bite I take every spill I make,
feeling hundreds of eyes staring
at my attempts to appear as if
my unaccompanied dining event
is a once-in-a-while circumstance,
reading the newspaper provides a
fortress for lonely feelings,
occasionally I peek from behind
the printed wall and watch other diners
who share intimate glances,
laughter and coupleness.
There is no pain
that is unaccompanied
by light blinding
or translucent like seeing
the sun through a flame or another's petite morte
as you climax,
and heap in rubbled bodies,
others cast in panoptic stone
by the suffocating beauty of the soldiered
rose-blossoms.
They cry, cry out in ineffable joy at the sky
or lips fall heavy to the dust
as they climax,
and entwined in fervent bodies
we all come to know what makes us bare another
sadness swaddled in marble arms.
Oh, the memories of yesteryears
Many were filled with happy tears
Unaccompanied by painful fears
Laughter and chatter filled our ears
Time must not be allowed to steal
Those sacred times that also heal
Those years spent with childhood peers
Like a May Day plaiting of the Maypole
Such thoughts of yesteryears never grow old
Although growing old with hairs turning gray,
I am warmed and embraced this quiet morning,
as I think about the upcoming first of May.
If I ever knew this day would come
when my muse stops showing up
and words stop flowing through,
I would have breezed upon each chapter
all these breaths l feel for you.
If I ever knew our bench would once be empty,
Creases vanish from my coat
Our peach tree lies unaccompanied ,
and Spring-gardens will turn cold.
If I ever knew a night would come
where I stopped counting stars
in the jazzy sky so blue ...
I would have stopped the time in yester's arms,
and whispered , I love you.