Short Unimagined Poems

chaotic
   appropriated
surprise
of
    everyday
flotsam
becominv
   the unimagined
jettsom
of
 the
    unexpected
         conscious...

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on the quest for self, too loyal, 
betrayed myself, heavy
breathing, screams for help, to 
be handed paper and pen, for 
pain unimagined, but just let 
me hide tonight....

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The sighing breezes slip through trees
Drifting to faraway places unimagined
Where children’s faces will feel the breeze
And dream of faraway places unfathomed.

written June 21, 2021...

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If poppies harbour oblivion,
their vivid presence
belies a deep potential.
As if oblivion really worried me-

Surely, death becomes more
than this state of oblivion.

If a brilliant point of transition brings me
to an unimagined state
then nature cannot forsake me

 Suzanne Delaney...

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   Perched in a leafy tree
     sipping on poetry

   eyes trained on rolling hills
     toggling ‘tween windowsills 

   points of vantage as yet unimagined
     heretofore ne’er examined  

   Dare one say ‘the thrill is gone’
     ~ leave him listless lie on languid liquid lawns
...

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In my pain, I have gained
In my shame, I got a name
In my loss, I never was lost
In my penury, I went through the refinery-
              there my destiny was revealed

 And who would have thought all along that a slob from the slum could have the 
guts to leave the ruts to be a king with a ring on a throne and cant be dethroned 
by any imaginable human effort....

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Little shelves in quiet minds 
Hold unimagined worlds. 
Night-time spurs their playtime jaunts.
By dawn, a tale reshelves. 

At times, these tales may reappear 
To flirt with daytime ponder. 
If thoughts of ponder dare to shift, 
A soul may act on a wonder. 

And Fortune, guide a happy soul, 
Who wears the wonder born 
Of ponderings from shelf-life jaunts. 
They’re rare as a unicorn.
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Unseen; unknowable
What's held in reserve
Til with helpful urgency
Hoisted to preserve
By this self's myth: angel;
Sentry; squiring knight.
Which role-forging is of
A gold-breasted might.

Unimagined moreover
To deem compatible
Ourselves for! Low and cheap!
Pluckless; unpolishable!
Til before each distress
Each in turn has swelled!
By which sword-play, tear-wiped
Sympathy's, dazzled....

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My eighteen yeared daughter
living and dreaming with Fetal Alcohol Syndrome,
As she grows up and out
hopes to become

"An old princess
with long purple hair
living in a GroupHome."

I'm not sure if this indicates
I did a shockingly good
or alarmingly bad
job as a thirteen-year dad
with positive therapeutic intent.

Until she smiles,
looks up at the blue-grey sky
with unimagined delight....

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I let the stars in through the back door.
They shuffle on padded feet, fill up
the half dark house with their noise.

Things come to their balance
in this vast, awkward place.

How will we know it years from now,
the unimagined, imagined? We wait.

Still the stars are restless
in the kitchen, jingling their collars,
pawing the rug for the right feel.

A comfortable place is all they ask.
So do we....

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The Internet Age


Great, snow-flocked pines, of unimagined beauty
soar over the vagaries of on-line banking

There, among the towering clouds, and
I-pad intentions, a stillness persists,
unchanged for millennia

Alone, in my designs, carefully crafted in words
and images, I invoke meaning from faraway times,

Content to back-them-up in my word processor-   




Inspired by the poetry of Timothy Donnelly
12/06/10
© All Rights Reserved...

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Is death a dimension of misplaced minds
That we, as humans, cannot fathom?
When our bodies die, will we find
An existence entirely unimagined?
Are souls of the dead elated in eternity?
Do they bask in Heaven’s warmth and mirth?
Or do they look back nostalgically,
And ponder their former stay(s) on earth?
As souls drift down eternity’s stream,
Do they remain pious and devout?
When people die, do their souls dream?
And, if souls do, what do they dream about?
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Words a powerful force among the human race it can uplift it can destroy.

The mind can be poisoned with negative thoughts or it can be strengthened with a positive outlook that no one can interfere with.

The night can bring joy,passion or it can bring heartache that can lead to tears.

The day can bring peace, serenity or it can bring on anger and frustration.

Thoughts that can go on in the mind of a person only they know what they can handle.

Thoughts unimagined if only you knew...

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