Short Unworldly Poems
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If we, would unworldly be
knowledge thereof,first must see-
seiving wisely,sets us free
Inspired by Rom 12:2 in a Shakespeare triplet form
Two Tanka: 4 & 5
4) I am wandering
since when I became a man
easily move to
tears by a touching story
unworldly one’s noble deeds
5) all of a sudden
I like sending a letter
to the friend afar
troubled mind cannot shake off
written on a drifting cloud
There is a constant fear of being forgotten.
Fear so strong that if I close my eyes just
for a moment, I might lose myself entirely
to the unworldly chaos, I try to escape.
I long too much and crave the vivacity
of human touch.
and they wonder as to why I don't
sleep at night.
MULTIPLICITY
a
combined
innocence
something
beautiful
oft traumatic
yet
figurative
to
represent
a
freewheeling
spirit
charmingly
gentle
yet
with
an unworldly
quality
collides
to portend
in
the blatant
isolation
a thesis
drifting
a happening
reaping
benefits
a
setting
continued
throughout
then
evaporated
in the glitter of the night when the moon
has cast its net over one and all ~
swaying to symphonies rehearsed
stars will dance their million virtues
and the midnight breezes will serpentine
towards distant lullabies of mermaids
seek they will hoping to find the enchantress
who forever conspires in the dark with unworldly deities
AP: 2nd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
I see towering trees
As they move and unwind
In the sky high, wheeze
Waving so subtly, in the shine
Penetrating sky flowers
They stand alone
And are like ivory towers
And medieval thrones
Words in the breeze
Rambling with the leaves
Humming with tranquility
Saying it softly
Nothing is more unworldly
And more praiseworthy
Than a beautiful, strong tree
Sighing, ever so, transcendentally
I walk alone into the night;
into its shadowy silence
where myriad diamonds light
the sky with twinkling luminance;
where its nocturnal clutch conjures
imaginary images:
wierd, phantasmagoric specters
with unworldly, frightful faces.
Luna, mother of night shadows
beams down through naked boxelders
their swaying branches cast below
cimmerian moving creatures:
malevolent fabrications
of my grotesque imagination.
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
Blurred lines...
unworldly thoughts.
You not aside me...
why would you hide?
Unpleasant feeling erupt...
pain, suffering & loss...
Loss of you...
your laugh, giggle, s e..
m l
i
Staggering-you return
...to hear my yearn...
A yearn of...
pain...
A yearn of...
relief...
Is it better to burn my tongue to find for myself?
the taste!the fun! the poorish!or wealth?
I go raw as i wander in dark hidden glens.
with my maw and paw and girny wains!
We had fled from the invaders with fire! them that brought the first light we expired!
Burning our beds,killing warriors and worshipping some unworldly sire!
now we are still hidden in our own wee places of secret meetings!
in every house in alba!some might think it,s the garden of eden!
Cobra woman had a unworldly glow
There was something purple about it
She shown in the dark like a psychedelic popsicle
We gave her and her pet a wide berth
choosing to sit anywhere but their corner of the jungle
Cobra woman had a reputation for transmogrifying her enemies
I did not want to be her friend, but ….
I did not want her to put me into the enemy category
Could I make friends with the cobra?
He brought his head up and stared at me.
I don’t think so.
The smell of cantaloupe is enticing
Yearning to feel it’s smoothly texture
It beckons me to it with an unworldly call
The slippery flesh is on my earthly skin
As I hold the fruit it embraces me,
How sweet! How kind it is!
I sympathize and crave it!
A plant that is living and purring
Communicates to us with undecipherable
Decibels that can be heard from beyond our senses
But, I’m hungry; so hungry!
Tearing apart it’s flesh
It’s now a part of me; broken down to a
Molecular level.