Short Unschooled Poems
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Be gentle as the wind fierce as the stars
that shine at night
Be careful as a city deer unschooled as the sea
Be aware of others but don't lose yourself
nor give away the token that was meant for,
you
A widower is a sorry species
unschooled in the culinary arts
washing white clothing with darks
The embodiment of a ‘klutz’ ~
The whole man, worse than the sum of his parts
Unadulterated and pure
the thoughts left my mind
Untrained and unschooled
no restrictions to bind
The page below virgin
as I lower my pen
A literary wanderer
—starting over again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Luck
curses
at my youth
sorely for this:
fortune is blindly
wasted on savage kids,
unschooled but ready-to-rule
soulless brat packs, that unsubdued
will burn nature, spitting her ashes
like mad mountains exhale apocalypse.
Unadulterated and pure
the thoughts left my mind
Untrained and unschooled
no restrictions to bind
The page below virgin
as I wear out my pen
A literary wanderer
—starting over again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Unschooled, undisciplined,
my spirit forged on
Past theory and dogma,
past anthem and song
A serendipitous storm,
thoughts, feelings, unshared
All masking together,
—with just one to care
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
Justice sags for those in rotten rags
Those in uniform is kept razor tight
Where is your bleeding heart now.
A baby, whose line crossed
Where history meets,
Dies
Unschooled
To tear gas rain,
Condemned,
Justice floats away
Like a forgotten balloon.
It’s not as though we lost our cool
without any reason at all;
the unschooled should follow this rule:
no smoking’s allowed in the hall.
Others may call it a defect
but it’s the butterfly effect,
against which fragile lungs protest
and smokers, we speak not in jest.
Nothing matters
once you’re gone
It matters
when you’re here
Tomorrow cloaked
in lost regret
Today
the moment dear
Transcendence born
of time undone
Free
of all the rules
The sand to run
till all is lost
If prescience
— left unschooled
(The New Room: September, 2024)
Leonardo da Vinci
Great painter of Italian Renaissance,
Unquenchable curiosity,
Human anatomy his fav,
engineer and scientist,
Sculptor and inventor,
Illegitimate,
Most eclectic,
polymath,
Unschooled
Whiz.
Nonet
Written Dec 11th, 2015
For contest "Fav painter" by Nayda
coloured sonatas
in every nook and cranny
splashed by unschooled spring
March 31, 2016
Any Poem # 38
Poet Destroyer A
In any argumentation,
there's none as unanswerable
as a smug diner's opinion.
You gush about chilled champagne,
To my unschooled taste buds,
that's simply bottled, sugared rain.
And you adore sturgeon caviar.
To my unpolished palate,
that's salty clay dipped in tar.
No debate about the agendum.
No dispute in matters of taste:
De gustibus non est disputandum!
If God did not play Hide & Seek with us
We would see GOD, all of God, nothing else!
So He hides, then gets more elaborate at hiding;
To humans He seems reluctant to be found - as it were -
Those who seek in earnest, will find Him
Because the Game has to end ... and begin again
This is what common people, unschooled, know
Jesus revealed as much about Abba Father; played it best
In any argumentation,
none is as unanswerable
as every diner's opinion;
you gush about that chilled champagne,
to my uninitiated taste buds
it's but some bottled, sugared rain;
and you adore sturgeon caviar,
to my naive, unschooled palate,
a salty lump of clay with tar;
no debate in the agendum,
in matters of taste there's no dispute,
de gustibus non disputandum!
Wisdom grows alone
darkness eyes attend
wakes the light slumberer
Deep in wet dreams
respect waves the buried
grounds for divorce
Wind weather attitudes
cries mount
lies draw out
Greens wild the untamed
beast burdens the walled
shaft and base flowers
the unschooled gather names
foothold finds rest
virgin aroused the sleeper
Taste for the end
tomorrow another day
what was paradise?
Woke, and proud
Now the KKK , ok that's uncool
killing nature? that's so unschooled
Charlie Brown my Hero
he stood for humanity, not D Cheney
have you ever met a cat loving the KKK
between me and you
Bugs bunny would say no way
more woke than any coyote
coyotes
loving genocide, starvation and
a plenitude of banned books
not woke just a narrow minded joke
be woke
not a racist fifty year old bloke
That old elf is unschooled, but he taught himself
Has more knowledge than books on a librarian’s shelf
We call him the amazing wizened elf, for he is you see.
Much brighter than my siblings, actually, my whole family.
He can do better surgery than most doctors can do
A self-taught veterinarian, he saved a sheep’s life too
Old elf is in no way slow-witted, illiterate or dim.
For sage advice, the rest of the fey always turn to him.