Short Unbent Poems
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Nostrils flair
As scents waft in
Gasoline
Wet asphalt
Rain pours down
Cars muddle by
I safe in my perch
Safe in my birch
Still unbent by time
One deep forest day
God looked down where snowfall lay.
Rainbows plucked from sky
He unbent. Then through dark trees. . .
spears of radiance God sent.
For Carolyn Devonshire's
Forest Lights Poetry Contest
The Willow
Rhododendron,
Baobab,
Methuselah.
Steadfast. Unbent. Pliable.
Wind. Water. Fire.
Arrow. Sword. Brick.
Cupid’s missile.
Weeping Willow.
Rigid.
Frigid.
A ladder.
The tower.
Faithless Leap.
The salt water stings.
Weeping Willow.
Looking in places
Beyond my discomfort
Searching,
Searching again
For that Poem to tie
All the meanings together
Making sense
Of a rainbow unbent
Giving up to the music
Beyond sight of the flame
Where disorder
Now rules the day
A word becomes fertile
In the womb of my memory
And my musings reborn
—once again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
A Pretty little Lark, my Darling was,
Who cheered each one she met -- humble intent!
Whose Way was Love, her Harmony, unbent
By any Path, Belief, Doctrine or Cause
She stilled my heart, the lovely little bird,
By singing children’s songs, and Sunday School
She taught, to bring tykes discipline, Self-Rule
And called it sacred work, to keep one’s word.
_______
2/18/2019
Unstrung lover broke her beads.
Pearls - black and blue, pure white, cream.
A river of wicked deeds
would release her unhinged scream.
Vertiginous whirlpool’s drunk
on All Hallow’s Eve. Unbent
string and fine ornaments sunk.
Unwound hate and pearls ferment.
10/19/2020
Contest: Impressions
Sponsor: Nette OnClaud
Visual #1
*to work up (as into a state of agitation)
Take me back to the dime bag days
when we were hotel hippies,
thirsty for trouble and stuck in a state
of delirium.
Our souls were scattered messes
among the unbent hills -
dreaming of rebellion and freedom,
pockets empty, heart's empty
Having no sense of direction and
craving toxicity like it is a
natural remedy. We were walking
disasters, baddie two shoes.
I think the rain has to be my muse.
Sheets of unbent rain does fall.
Threads of silver drifting down,
Flowing through my pen effectively
To quench my poetic thirst through verse
Impressive an unpredictable, it is,
Just like Mother Nature's moods.
It's so romantic and enlightening,
Or so raw and dramatic in it's fury.
The only thing predictable
Is the unpredictability of it's swarths.
05/26/2013
For Francine Roberts's contest, 'Rain Rain Rain'
No Collusion Or Corruption
Gads. How many times have we heard this now.
Sounds like someone with a persecution complex
and feelings of inferiority to me. Never heard of
any other President ever having this before.
Was no collusion
Or else any obstruction
Trump has committed.
Jim Horn
Russia really fixed us with a lulu
for President. Trump Tower and
Golden Shower. No telling what
else he has done. Sorry. Had to
vent to get unbent so this I sent.
Idle sit the swords in bloodied rust
old glories faded in the long dull blades
lie about cold beauty's savage lives
masked within the scars of victors songs.
Words unbent repent in ploughshare shame
succumb to acquiescent mumbling
rising in the throat of strangled steel
tempered by the stench of battles fear.
Is peace naught but a swords rekindling flame
sharpening both sides of fates cold wand.
©12/2/2019
If you live by he sword then you die by the sword Poetry Contest