Short Unsullied Poems
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Muse of the Maudlin
How tall the trees
O'er the years have grown;
How lush the lawns,
My mind yet roams
Through the unsullied streets of childhood,
With life and joy imbued.
~ kcm
A deal, a transaction
a trade, an exchange
Whatever you call it
it's business arranged
Let it forever be free
unsullied by regulation
So you and I can flourish
without undue strangulation
This
Ornate
Fine silver
Gathering dust.
Hands splayed, overlaid
With golden promises
Caught in persuading rings.
Blood diamond among crystals,
Unsullied with obligations and
Laying in your four chambered treasure chest
Dyed-In-the-Wool!
Stains there in your palms, wallowing, ling'ring,
Metamorphosed into tears and so drips,
Tainting where they plunge, and you're unsullied?
19:03:12:08:52
Ancestor. Ancestral Pen. Ancestral Form. Dyed-in-the-wool
Form:
unsullied
by preconceptions
or prejudice
of atmospherics
again
&
again
vibrant
wrought
shimmering
motifs
made manifold
in reflections
with
fleeting moods
on passing
phenomena
I was a youth who seldom thought about
the fact that in the midst of life I was,
with each breath, getting closer to its end.
I viewed life as a beautiful clear stream
that never would run dry, eternal springtime,
and lively music written for the young.
~ Tribute to Kibbutz
Sde Eliyahu ~
45 years vanished
my heart yet beats
for the tiny farming village
my purest, unsullied love
the people mostly gone
who helped me find myself
their still-life photos sit upright
on tear-stained worn bookshelves
Snapshots of a gentler time
rainbows filled my mind
Freshwater streams, nature unsullied
Faces helpful, eager, kind
Page after page, endearing smiles
teeth all perfectly aligned
No hint of what's to come
~ navigating blind
My generation
is unfixable
The young
still hold the key
Unsullied by the
vested norm
They look
but also see
They hear those
inner voices
Not yet despoiled
and dark
Believing that:
“Oh Yes We Can”
As seniors
— bray and bark
(Radnor High School: November, 2025)
She rises from the murky
Depths of the pond;
Unsullied and undiscouraged.
The frog hops on her bosom.
The fish steals a kiss from her cheek.
The rain throws droplets on her
The withered leaves fall on her.
Her quietude is so strong
The pond sits in silence.
-maria corado
8.21.16
Unsullied by clouds
a freshness in the air
As the sun breaks through
happy faces share
That exhilarating tingle
when Winter loosens its grip
When Spring's promise infuses
every pair of lovestruck lips
The forecast may yet again
call for snow, but for now
breathe deeply of
the Sunshine's bright glow
[Re-posted due to system error that erased it.]
I chanced upon a
swirl of smooth and
polished stones.
And treading in its
sinuous path—
pretense and guile
abandoned—
I met a
peaceful stranger,
my very self,
unsullied,
deep within the labyrinth—
the labyrinth
of my mind.
Fifth Place, Succinctly Free, Andrea Dietrich
Santa has filled the stockings
And now is on his way
Back home to Mrs. Santa
With his big empty sleigh.
We still have one gift coming
Not brought by the reindeer.
We will share it equally,
A new unsullied year.
Wishing a year of gladness
With each day filled with glee,
To all of my dear Soup Friends,
A "Happy New Year" from me.
By: Joyce
Seeking
I wandered
the yellowed pages
of prayer
seeking solace
in cold words
devoid of love
unable to become
as they
Silent prayer revealed
an open book’s
unsullied pages
beckoning my soul
to write
upon each passing moment
warm words
of prayerful seeking
3/28/2017
submitted to – The Book Of Love – Poetry Contest
The miracle of birth alone
For unto you can only be known
Now your arduous journey has begun
Like a flower blossoming under the sun
The pain and emotions you go through and endure
A love unsullied and so pure
And the source of strength you somehow derived
Till your new born arrived
For unto one’s life is born another
There is no love greater than that of a mother
A different kind of love
Easy, in and out your breath
lungs unsullied by cigarette smoke
Siesta nap, a lazy Sunday afternoon
when flowers are recklessly nude
Breath, taking
should you stop
I would fall into a chasm
pale rainbows, a stillborn moon
rusty stars
where words of love go unheard
Do not leave me alone
in a city park
where old men chew tobacco
and tell passers-by
how old they are
A blank sheet of stationary
lays speechless beside a keyboard.
Scores of single letters and marks-
Inert symbols invented years
Lost to man’s recent memory.
Instruments of mental fury
And human eventemperedness.
What does fate hold in store for it?
Will it be a fiery paper
With memorable rhetoric
Or the birthplace of a poem?
Both are conceivable concepts
Yet the unsullied cellulose
Is mute waiting to be unmasked.
In truth, I have never known
how to deal with 'true love'.
Does it glow or shine
can it spin on a dime?
I truly have known 'love'
in many shapes and forms.
It was never perfect,
never not unsullied by petty deceits.
I saw not angel wings
lifting it upon high
perfection did not wink its godly eye,
but damn it
yes, love in any rough-hewn shape
has for me been true;
love in a far less pristine guise
that will do.
His psychedelic dream,
Her open canvas.
Passion exploding in colour.
Striving for beauty,
Throwing colour into empty air.
Each stroke on pale unsullied skin,
A masterpiece.
Vivid colours, bleeding souls
No romance, not making love but
Making art.
Pure raw emotion,
Giving each other everything.
Exposing their flaws.
For it is colour that is dangerous,
Provocative,
Creating a mural which can
Never be forgotten.
With laden heart her feet now tread
down winding paths filled with dread
avoiding the bruises pebbles shed
upon unworldly maidens head
Sticks hurled may not break bones
nor words spoken from sharpness honed
from magazines her appearance un-cloned
her individuality, resigned, walks alone
Piers, self-proclaimed, never understand
avoiding the touch of unsullied hands
the tune she hears from her own band
with dignity and honor she stands
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
Sterling silver
Sterling character
Sterling as a last name
Sterling as a football player or movie star
Sterling as the name of a city
Sterling is pure
Sterling is unsullied
Sterling is outstandingly glitzy
Sterling is humble but righteous
Sterling brings a moderate appetite for glamour or fame
Sterling is a silver paint
Sterling is a word on a fork or spoon
Sterling is a value mark
Sterling is pristine
Sterling is real
I'm not the man I thought I was
I'm but a shadow seen because
A soulless light from somewhere shines
Lit by thieves in looted shrines
And kept alive by evil deeds
Done by men with evil needs
So who am I if not this me
What other self could myself be
If lit by light shone from within
Unsullied by this world I'm in
Perhaps a man born of free will
Who did not have the need to kill
In order to maintain the lie
That a shadow does not die
They dance and sing a merry tune
They sparkle with life, death immune
They shine like the most precious jewel
They choke my words, commanding and cool.
My jaw seems locked, lost for speech
My thoughts are cryptic, impossible to reach
My heady head bunged with clouds
My heart so heavy, a beating shroud.
An unsullied spring of purest blue
A cascade of beauty obviously true
A blink and a wink the dream has been slain
Another glimpse and I'm frozen again.
A Different kind of love
Easily in and out you breathe, with lungs unsullied by cigarette smoke,
siesta nap a lazy Sunday in the afternoon when flowers and sky are
recklessly nude
Breathtaking, the silence, if you should stop; I would fall a chasm of
pale rainbows, stillborn moons, rusty stars were words of love are
unheard of.
Inhale and exhale my dear, snore too if you must, but don’t leave me
alone in city parks where old men sit spit and tell passers-by how old
they are.