Short Untethered Poems
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The breastfed future
stripped motherlode
The past untethered
—back on the road
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Drifting off untethered,
until caught by my soul
Redirected to providence
—anchored and whole
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
Drifting off untethered,
I was caught by my soul
Redirected into providence,
—all pieces again whole
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
I live in the age of infancy
I experience life anew
Leaving all behind I am wiped clean
Free to love untethered to the pains of the past
I am reborn
Form:
WARMED BY SPRING
Spring is like a violin with its bow
My heart warms with brandy glow
My feet float untethered
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
Of late I feel lost
untethered and tossed
like a ship left dead on the sea.
But no need to worry
for I'm in no hurry
with a dove flying circles 'round me.
Crowded room
Noisy, talking
Incessant
Sitting alone
Untethered
Unbothered
Peaceful silence
Found within
Valued space
Invaluable
Abundance
Spirit within
I rather remain untethered, unruly, and untamed
In this world in which some expect me to always feel so ashamed.
I rather shun all of those whom made my heart feel so maimed.
Adeleke Adeite asks for amour,
Portions of love in a plentiful pour.
Sharing sweet sighs
And Heavenly highs,
Fabulous fantasies forevermore.
"Unspeakable Love Contest
rabid bard
perforce
binds
untethered reins
of a supple wit
excising
the ornate quills
head lowered
body tilts
into commas
whittling lyrics
through his swivet
Physical exhilaration drowns
bony aches,
emotional pain,
intellectual angst,
social discontent,
psychological drama,
hunger pangs.
Untethered my soul soars
thus my heart sings.
In the blink of an eyelash, she had departed
his moorings untethered, left brokenhearted
Then I suppose there's no way to prepare
to hear these four words, 'I never did care'
Over the horizon
a harp is playing
Its call recurring,
its tone Divine
Beyond the swell,
a calm is waiting
Its breeze untethered
—to flow sublime
(Book Of Prayers: November, 2020)
ill
sick
diseased
ill-behaved
naughty
wild
untamed
untethered
ill-defined
one-of-a-kind
chameleon
mercurial
Renaissance brain
cannot be categorized
Illuminated
Certainly not ill
Poet
Wordsmith master
Intense concentration
Playful muse untethered release
Study missives, marveling at their worth
The erasing, chasing, pacing
Challenging word play self
An Inspired
Poet
The clock shattered in smithereens
but I hold on to the time;
time brought me to you
it would forever bond us
Time broke me away from the prison of my false thoughts
and here I remain UNtethered
The Poetry of time
its present sublime
Each moment by degree
untethered reminds
The Poetry of time
forever refined
Rebirthing the constant
—our essence defined
(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)
"Any place, any time
But here; but now.
Untethered mind. Wish's sky in
Thoughts, free-floating."
Over into either
Restricted zone
Two balloons sent! What both could teach
Lost! Out of reach!
Beginnings
unending
Each moment
befriends
Untethered
unfettered
Intuity
mends
Connection
in motion
Where starts
never stop
Time lost
in fruition
From bottom
— to top
(Dreamsleep: July, 2025)
Cosmological constant …
quintessence confounds
Supernovae as mileposts
clear and profound
Addition subtraction
their delta expands
An orphan untethered
—the wind through the sand
(Dreamsleep: October, 2023)
Pointing his thumb,
two feet close behind
Direction untethered,
new mountains to climb
Hitching tomorrow,
to yesterdays past
To ride in the present
—each moment to last
(Presbyterian Hospital: October, 2019)
Little by little,
thread by thread,
I am becoming untethered.
My questions trip over one another,
my thoughts churn and roil.
A silence that bewilders
settles around me like dust.
That’s enough of the world for today.
Falling raindrops weather rocks
untethered from time and clocks.
Fueling a thirsty Earth,
water stimulates rebirth.
Vapors condense in the sky,
and as countless years pass by;
falling raindrops weather rocks.
The Press
should serve
the governed
not the governors
A voice
of truth
untethered
running free
A Journalist
the highest
calling
with words intrepid
To save
the struggling nation
child
— and thee
(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)
With distance in his voice,
he traveled on the wind
Guitar case for a saddle,
to ride each beckoning whim
A folk tale left untethered,
his melody to claim
Each song an affirmation
—his legend to refrain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020)