Short Unlined Poems
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Lithographed Japanese butterfly frost on the cover
Lime green unlined paper frozen and daring this Indian ink
to seep into her soul, marrying two cultures in word thaw.
The cheerful, glitzy, heart-felt poem danced and skipped so gay.
With terrific happiness she felt in her soul mind.
Sharing herself joyously in a delightful way.
Sharing her words in swirls and curls, paper unlined.
People
surround
but I’m always
alone
In naked
seclusion
fleeing
the throne
Caught in
the snarl
of their
consonant rhyme
Shunning
all
overtures
— fields still unlined
(Gardiner Montana: August, 2025)
The palm
that holds the truth
is
unlined
uncorrupted by evil
pure in its
self
chaste of defiling
untarnished
shining
straining forward
I reach to embrace
an
empty
hand.
Bury me in the backyard
Behind ice cream and hope and faith
Next to dark car rides and unlined highways
Close to wet clothes and loveseats
In front of poetry and dreadful dances
Bury me in the backyard
On top of your hollow grave
Where you refuse to lie
Form:
Gods Country
Gods country as a whole
Is a whole country united
A whole continent un-subdivided
Without senseless violence
In any shape or form.
Unlined
with barbed wire strung tight
Spanning the Pacific to the Atlantic.
Simultaneously
all of it, and none of it
private.
Pre Computer Age
By: Miracle Man
December 30, 2021
Coffee stains on unlined paper;
a number two lead pencil,
erasure mostly gone.
Thoughts that appeared as vapor;
I desired to be prehensile,
each break of dawn.
What was needed was a short pencil
with a long erasure.
Tom
I am mesmerized
by ever-changing wisps
of clouds
meandering across
cobalt-blue
Hawaiian skies.
I am mesmerized
by whitecaps dashing
against coral breakers
phizzing out in the sand.
I am mesmerized
by colorful phrases
strolling across white
unlined pages.
written September 11, 2021
The first minute, blank
brains filled with paper whiteness,
unlined, creative.
The second, third, fourth
go in a whiz, fizz, unpro
ductive row of parts
The halfway point; five
slow minutes; tired poem
drags your tired pen
Six, seven, eight, nine,
minutes leap like frogs in front
of a metaphor,
leaping at the last
minute, when time writes itself
into the whiteness.
The youthful beauty of an unlined face
Is like the crispness of an unturned page,
Unsullied by the use that lies ahead.
A book to show its worth must have been read.
That glowing youthful beauty so alive
Needs sustenance of virtue to survive.
The trials of life will leave a bitter trail
Where paucity of goodness does prevail.
Lovely the face where beauty dwells within,
Nor time, nor fate, can ere its radiance dim.
won no. 2
Avoiding Chores for Poetry
Mom’s folding laundry as muse pinches me
sheets flapping with ink scolding
I get beat from both sides
unlined bedding is blessed
the future shakes out Mom’s frown
turns it upside down when she reads my best
strike while the iron is hot and frame it
give it to Mom in present
‘fore she passes away
covered with a clean sheet
no poem disturbs her rest
Mom never beat me with her busy hands
The summer sun was once my friend;
I basked beneath its glow,
But friendships often fade and this
Was one that had to go.
The younger me enjoyed a tan
On smooth and unlined skin,
But lately that is not the shape
My sagging self is in.
And danger lurks when sunshine
Causes cancer cells to bloom
So by soaking up some rays
I might be guaranteeing doom.
There was a time Apollo
Earned my every accolade,
Yet today I turn my back on him
And settle for the shade.
I gather up my words
barbs that have missed a target
strewn about rose-like
………..in beauty’s shriveling death
Inert objects …..injected….infected -
a self inflicted suffering -
dulled daggers of despair
…………..thrust into the soul of speech
This gathering of words
aching to be free
to plunge the bloodied pen
………………into an unlined emptiness
©5/21/2018
theme – A gathering up my words
Let Your Pen Drip – Poetry Contest
Sponsor – Broken Wings
There were so many times when sorrow
Brought down my graying head.
I wonder if the trip was worth it
When all but grief has fled.
Chorus
But the light still shines about me,
And love refills the space.
The clear still waters of my life
Reflect an unlined face.
The chase after fame for another
Has left him with furrowed brow.
The riches he’s spent his life seeking
Only make his shoulders bow.
Chorus
We each chose direction to go.
The better choice takes a lifetime to know.