Short Unseasoned Poems
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Eighteen or eighty,
my age the words hide
Beginning or ending,
a life or death slide
My breath stays unseasoned,
its truth zero-sum
A child or a sage,
—together as one
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2107)
‘Normalcy’
has its
depression
built in
Mundane
and ill formed
life hiding
from sin
Each day
like the former
unseasoned
and bland
With time
in the freezer
hope frozen
— and canned
(The New Room: April, 2025)
The doctor said it is nothing
Well my nose is leaking
My throat is sqeaking
I am so tired that I am sleeping
My back hurts throats does too
Food taste yuch and flat as unseasoned stew
How long will it take to restore
My body from this viral store
(Funny but not)
Form:
Senryu Series
~seasonal serpents
slither in unsalted seas…
reasons unseasoned
~serpent, psychosis
permeate unsalted seas…
carnal enmity
~emotion’s ocean
many reasons unseasoned…
thoughts expendable
For and in Honor of Brian Strand
And contest
If I weren't me, who would I be?
would I be imprisoned, chastised, unseasoned?
If I weren't me, how many personalities would tease?
taking me from ease, subjecting me to infamy?
If I weren't me, why on earth would I be you?
would you bring out the best in me?
have me love you for all eternity?
I see you in me
as sure cure for my therapy.
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Form:
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one after the other
all my mistakes i did with you
took life for granted
i was unseasoned and naïve
yes i should have known better
but i was young and foolish
it’s been a long time coming
i should have told you long ago
i have regrets and i’m sorry
can’t turn back the hands of time
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2021
every existent conceivability
aflush, for you, wise magistrate, disposable.
in comes reason:
out-gums reasonability.
you
are so
full of
delightful spirits of unseasoned giving.
the turkey disrobed
stuffing eagerly
cranberry
(sauce)
you have smeared christmas
on your face because
you rolled the paper ripe for wrapping.
12/13/2018
atone for unseasoned blunders
for hearts bruised midstream
impassioned regrets amiss
in soulful waves of intent
on through the night
launch healing vibes
intoxicating perfumes
on a summer breeze
reach dormant minds
to dispel blemishes
spoils of the minds
cleanse and absolve
to wake fresh in the morn
heights of lungs imbued
with lofty mountain air
AP: 1st place 2021
If asked, what could I live without?
Love would not make my list – up to
my ears in years of loveless hearts,
cold to the touch, insensitive to the
word...life without love seems deathly
absurd!
In fact, on my scale, compared to each,
love far outweighs even death's unseasoned,
tasteless reach: taking everything while offering
nothing in return – to my mind, the flavors of
love, always worth every risk of terminal
heartburn....