Short Unbeknown Poems
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forgive me
as i scratch your wounds
hard, crawl
through this hollow
no-
silence is a serpent;
tie hearts to stars
(unbeknown
those, too, shall
go).
Limerick : Once a Senorita from Sevilla
Once a Senorita from Sevilla
Took to hiding looks under mantilla
Not unbeknown to her
Sullen senior Senor
Gazed but at her wide open Gran Via.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Is it you
Who sits beside me when l am sitting on my bed alone
Are you the slight breeze l feel
When the source is unbeknown
Are you the movement so close beside me
When l turn and l am on my own
Is it you…
Your very presence takes my breath away
Your light banter makes my smile sway,
Intricately woven, our paths cross oft
Unbeknown, are we soul mates adrift?
Slowly time will tell its tale
Spinning away removing all veils . . .
Haiku
quite is the flat
no children calling you dad
your heart is aching
sadness is oppressive
no song can quell declination
your heart is aching
perhaps a small child
calls your name from far away
your son unbeknown.
My x-wife went on holiday
And unbeknown to me,
She broke her ankle in a rankle
When she skied right up a tree.
Her first day back I said to her,
"Did you have a nice break?
She grabbed me by the scruff of my neck
And threw me in a lake.
she walks these corridors that we know, bleeding to death unbeknown
physically or mentally i do not know
but behind her elegance's i know she is in pain
so stop strutting in those six inch heels sun and rain
And allow someone to help you refrain
I am in love with your reflection,
the one you refuse to see,
I am yearning to hear your song,
the one your voice deny singing.
My well-known stranger,
my learned unbeknown;
dying to accept - living in denial.
A dream
which is fated to remain
a fantasy.
Whispers unheard
Among gossips
The truth becoming
Unknown
Gertrude tells Harriet
Then Mayble tells Juliet
That the Milkman
Is sleeping with
Evelyn
Unbeknown to all
Fredrick the Milkman
Was gay
He was happy to
Sleep with
Evelyn
While her husband
Was away
Behind my mirror the jester hides,
Although carved from wood and glass
He is cold in his ruthless world
I smile back at him unbeknown
He thinks I am taunting him
But I am smiling at myself
For that is a vision i see
My mirror is a puddle upon the road
He constantly looks up
I subconciously look down
Form:
Never known tranquility,
Thus as you display
A beauty shown so unbeknown,
Longing comes my way,
Lying there beside me,
Only heaven has the right,
To behold such a visage,
So ethereal in sight.
And so I lay here watching,
As the notions pace my mind,
Thoughts to comprehend,
As to why she chose my side.
Here lies Fred the plumber whose ballcock Sue's hubby had broke
Fred was visiting Sue, whom everyone knew really fancied the bloke
Unbeknown to the pair, hubby was there and on seeing them started to choke
But not before breaking Fred’s ballcock did hubby drop dead with a stroke
Written 11th April 2019
Contest Name: An Epitaph to Make Us Laugh 2
Sponsor: Jesse Rowe
Oasis of a Dream
In a Tranquil absence of Soul.
Aspirations of the Heart Abound.
Incense pay Homage to Dreams of fragile Love,
Floating away on a Cloud.
Suck at the Breast of Sorrow,
For Knowledge unbeknown,
You Reckless Beast of Burden Elude.
Quench Thirst with Sorrow of undying love,
In Turmoil forgotten,
Delicate Monster of Doom.
Kenneth Fordham
7/19/2017
Visions
flashing
a sweet smile
a stupid grin
laughter
silly jokes
I smile
I was so
innocent
back then
Unbeknown to me
pain
always enters
a relationship
and somebody
always
ends up
hurt
This time
it was me
but you and your
emails
you and your
pointless humor
they were cute
and blinded me
to your faults
Oh,
Memories.
A fruit unbeknown to the unGodly
More history then Eden's Apple
A Love known only to GOD
Unless you have partaken
Purplered, Orange, Yellow
A skin soft as the clouds in Heaven
The Euphoric flavor , inticing
Lingering through the Eons of time
Enhancing the power of Eternal LOVE
I have bitten into this Fruit
I have seen, known, and felt LOVE's bliss
My Heart FOREVER Recieves LOVE's Kiss
The moon has its own itinerary
Going about its business
As if I don’t exist
Within this world of exhaustive
Pieces of a whole
Just like the moon harvests
Only full but once a month
Eating away at itself
It moves along with grace
Unbeknown to the reality
That the sun
Only has so much to give
And will on day expire
Leaving the moonlight to die
Within its own desires
To be on its own devices
Russell Sivey
There must be an algorithm for the Fate
in the A.I. of existence
and I am aware that
you want to encrypt it.
I wish I could have all the answers
you desperately seek.
But I don't.
Yet still, I can be your skeleton key
in this closed space
to open the doors
toward the unbeknown.
Because for learning by doing -
as Aristotle said at once -,
we could read ourselves into
the rules of staying
beneath the wrinkles of Time.
We can be constant variables.
Dame’s Rockets grow atop her grave:
Pinks, whites and purples flourish here
in this cemetery enclave
where no one has visit in years.
Her oblique, weatherworn headstone
stands aside a nearby roadside
hidden amid weeds, unbeknown
to motorist who pass where she lies.
An effortful deciphering
failed to clarify her birth year
Born April first [obscured] in spring
Died forgotten this much is clear
except for these fragrant bouquets
that perfume above her grave today.