Short Unworn Poems

this mug's cheap but full of cheer

guaranteed from year to year

unworn or tired

strangely admired

budget mojo always near.
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my love unworn
you try it on
looking at yourself
in the mirror
turning around
to see how it fits
not liking the look
you take it off
and toss it
on the floor
and continue shopping
for a different size...

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Someone might use that for ...has never shown up.
Someone could do something with that ...is absent too.
If I lost ten pounds, I could ... has filled my closet up
With scads of unworn clothes in oranges and blues....

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A futile, or is it? scream at time to slow down.

A hello to other runners in this human race

A timid whisper through shrouds yet unworn

Some more words of comfort to following friends

Or just an ego seeking solace in achievement....

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loose threads, holes and worn spots
faded naturally
his story told in these old genes
left unworn for so long
beloved denim lives on
hidden beneath the casket lid


11/11/2017

KNIT YOUR FABRIC - Poetry Contest 
Nette Onclaud...

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As the clock strikes midnight, my sleep ignored
my mind weary, for the battle rages on:

the cavalry fighting stresses unknown
foot soldiers striking enemies, who are
to dastardly to describe in my prose

The battle unworn, my mind and eyes close....

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They come to me in phrases
in couplets newly born

Screaming from the highest places
fitted but unworn

They come to me in dreamsleep
the moon recycled new

Time released in words immortal
—scratched into the pew

(The New Room: February, 2024)
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Time to shine
Our rusted hope
Flood the soil
And wilt our rose
Time to walk
An unworn path
Kick up dust
And choke on laughs
Time to veil
Our flagrant flaws
Clean the slate
And hide our claws
Time to sing
Our separate song
Tip our hats
And bid so-long...

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In need of socks on my feet
frantically I search the floor 
naked and depleted
feeble minded, missing home..

drowning on the surface
of black river, floating alone
she swallowed the stars
selfishly born, kingdom unworn

scattered pieces of intentions
fed with contempt
on a cold unused bed
kindled animation, moonless breath...

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I love you before love itself was born,
And the feelings were created and made,
I loved you before Venus sounded her horn,
To appear from the sea and shade,
The Hellenic beauty-virgins who mourn,
The lack of men who ride,
Sea-horses and chase the mermaid,
And the legends of the unicorn,
And the fairy-tales that were laid,
To the old past the...unworn,...

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The foosty smell of her unworn silks
tries to mask her scent
but my nostrils hunt angrily
tip-toe passed the odours
that try to mask her essence.
When that trace is finally found
i linger there
in daylight tendrils
trying to remember
what the taste of happiness
was like
but all those memories
only fracture the broken
parts that lie
in piles
somewhere deep inside...

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glorious day calls
donning summer's broad-brimmed hat
for LOVE of sunshine

locate garden shoes
unworn since last november
garden work my FUN
laggard spring was late and cold
urgent..seeding must get done

dig them up and put them in
setting sets in ..seeding seeds
hoeing, raking, composting
POETRY alive


Won a 5th with this
By: Joyce Johnson for Linda's contest "Fun & Frolic"  (3 forms)...

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Softer than tenderness
your pretty face,
More white than white, of course,
your little hand,
It's far from world your walls
and native land,
It's unavoidable
your sweety bliss.

From sweety bliss, of course,
you are so sad,
And fingers these are warm,
they are so warm,
And quiet sound and tone,
speeches are unworn,
And distant eyes of yours
within my head.

P.S. This is my translation of poem by Osip Mandelstam...

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a sweet september, flowing tenderly over my wounds,
adorns my soul with golden scintillations
of silence accepted as a token of good-bye…
the necklace made from devil’s fangs
now lays unworn in some corner of my heart,
still throwing from time to time upon my nights
the shadow of a once beloved grin…
make no mistake though, reader…
i am not a believer now…
i’m just waiting on the autumn equinox’s cross
for my resurrection…...

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Today
Is a new day, a new way 
to plot a different graph
from yesterday - stand tall as a giraffe
Yesterday died but tomorrow is to be born
Piles from it, learn from them, but keep them unworn
Receiving new wings 
Rehearsing new swings
Keep yourself fly, stay on the highs
The lows squashes, remain arise
like vapour form clouds, rain on mistakes
from yesterday - cause erosion to the aches
Then new seeds to the ground,
Then new needs would be found....

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