Short Unsung Poems
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A song yet unsung,
my prayer in the wind
Its blessing assured
—eternity’s hymn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
A song yet unsung,
my prayer in the wind
A blessing assured,
—eternity’s hymn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
a glossary
of memory
measured
yet unsung
plural,personal
delicate:
a consecutive
parade
from twilight
to daylight
Theoore Robinson ie so young
perhap s why he remains unsung
He found the eat coast too bright
but it gave hi style visual delight
When the old fellow died,
the cage opened wide,
and a very rich chick
Madov mighty quick.
Moral strictures aren't always a guide.
bald eagle a shield
memories omnipresent
greeted by silence
over time the tears might dry
remembered for your valor
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Alone on my journey unsung; every trace of day was gone.
One Liners Seven, Silent One
Leaving On a Jet Plane, John Denver
Dec 13, 2015
Thomas Girtin a Turner rival now unsung
perhaps 'cos he died so young
Water colourist was his thing you see
grandeur in landscape ever to be
She screams her unsung song in tune
From afar she'll be arriving soon
She insists I thank her
She's nothing but a blur
Unseen in the shadows of my room
Those who do their best
To give us courage and strength,
Those unsung heroes.
Those who help us stand tall
Throughout our toughest times.
(Just a draft)
a dirge of tears flood
rivers of sad sorrows flow
as I moan in grief
lullabies are left unsung
my babe has flown to heaven
Written on 9/30/2016
sunbird guards her young
facing predators bravely ~
there is no sequel
07-April-2023
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Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
To sing an unsung song
Aversion is a great thing
into the winter of our lives
Aquarium blue backs my soul
into the L shaped room
drawing me to Gods care
I quietly surrender
Paula Modersohn-Becker,a daring lady
self portrayed in the altogether,for all to see
An early expressionist,largely unsung
dying with a child-bearing embolism,at just thirty-one
Raphael aka Rafaello Sanzio
was a child prodigy you know
Sadly dying far too young
but his art* never stayed unsung
*https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Portrait_of_a_Cardinal_(Raphael)
How erring lives buried grace forever,
Makes crying eyes not sieve tears so clever...
Of unsung sins He forgives;
Human nature dare outlives
Either fearful or cheerful endeavour.
There’s just a set number
of poems to write
And writing the last,
I’m done
To die but alone,
with my words as the pall
Breathless verses
—left unsung
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
Struggling to find my wortless hide
Before my melody runs out of rhyme
Pride so free, beautiful as thee
Unsung heroes searching for peace
singing America the Beautiful
with deserving pride.
Form:
The harmonica plays in the distance,
It’s hard to believe.
The misleading melodies of unsung tomorrow,
Escaping through metal.
In a whirling world of everything but the truth,
How can we tell?
O Monami! Fiancé these days!
They forgot to pick wrought iron
In their unsung Mays!
In seasons, they sprinkled
In salts they tried,
In their secret recipes
Even my Clover died!
PS. It is still poetry!
Waiting for the music,
naked and alone
the words become orphans,
unsung and unknown
The letters in limbo,
each phrase nether blown
with melody absent
—the magic disowned
(Rosemont College: December, 2021)
After its over,
Will listen to an unsung song,
say something yet untold,
light a candle yet unlit,
behold a painting yet to be drawn.
Stay with me O my friend,
for our chatter is yet to end.
Form:
Without
your heart
open
emotion unspun
Without
the right feeling
the words
lie unsung
Without
the right words
the
verse to abate
The reader
in Limbo
awaiting
—his fate
(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)
You're fat
Yelled at
Abused
Misused
Sad sighs
Soft cries
Left home
To roam
The streets
Not sweet
Too quick
Turned tricks
Too soon
Was ruined
On dope
No hope
In jail
No bail
Unsung
Died young
....
Trees
barren
of old leaves
do not become
less beautiful in all their nakedness
The unsung splendor of each barren branch
is a ladder
that reaches
to the
sky
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