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a rrive unbidden ~
s napshots of joy
h earten same ~
b ully reviews
a dmonish ...
c austically
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s erenity
Categories:
unbidden, deep, emotions, image, memory,
Form: Verse
Oh, it is like any other night
Quite quietly still
Neither a stir nor a quiver
Neither a hush nor a shush
No stars, not even the moon
peeking through the dark quilt
of a shadowless night.
Yet my heart is pounding heartlessly
Yet my mind is meandering mindlessly.
It is about time to curl up and repose
let my soul slumber and debunk my ego,
But wonder why my spirit is so restive?
My emotions unruly,
Why this night is sabotaging my sleep?
Loneliness, like a black Mamba,
slithers over the white marble floor
of my bedroom and coils itself up
around my wayward thoughts,
It tightens its grip to exorcize the
dark demons dwelling within my soul…
Doorbell chimes,
Someone’s at the door!
Categories:
unbidden, loneliness,
Form: Free verse
The wind taunts me with unbidden memories,
It curses me,
Gives me no lasting solace.
It reminds me of that lovely day
When we wandered o'er the hills,
Wild fragrant thyme perfumed
The graceful countryside.
The wind had breezed through
Your silken hair.
Your luscious eyes sparkled with love.
I blame indifference for this lustful world.
Now you are gone forever, my dear,
While I lament your loss,
I try to forget my dirty past
And hope for God's forgiveness
Though I deserve none.
Categories:
unbidden, lost love,
Form: Free verse
A robin dive bombs me.
Reminds me of Alfred Hitchcock’s movie The Birds
Weird where thoughts unbidden go
Creating their own highways
Three wrens swoop by, flying together.
Flora, Fauna and Meriwether, Sleeping Beauty’s faeries
Birds whistle and peep more loudly now
Are they seeing her dance with the prince too?
Categories:
unbidden, 4th grade, 5th grade,
Form: Blank verse
Weird memories flit into my mind unbidden
Some lost a long time ago, truly well-hidden.
No rhyme or reason, no obvious time.
Some things funny, other things almost a crime.
Because my mind is crazed with these memories hard
Is probably why I decided to break down and be a bard.
Categories:
unbidden, memory,
Form: Rhyme
Infestors in our lives abound
In our pleasure, our leisure, our treasure
Found on the ground our feet pound
In the illusion seizure and amnesia
We grow when blows
Whip us at the core of our faith
When sorrow throws
With fast breath
On our neck they breathe
Our bliss to steal
In their seethe
Of anger they deal
With a smile on the face
They show and draw
In depth and on the surface
In each claw bereft of law
In your flesh they sink
With rolling eyes
To blink, wink and clink
In the pyres, in the fires
They light without a fight
Giggling, wriggling
As their grip grows tight with every bite
Infestors sting in their bling, on their wing as to your sorrow they cling.
Categories:
unbidden, poems,
Form: Free verse
Wounds drained, opened, ingrained, rained, sprained, trained
In the midst of a family loss
Recriminations canned, fanned, planned, tanned
To fight the brute boss
Dressed up as justice cause
Disguised as implementation of lopsided justice
Pursued to discredit the family rose
Oppressed in the sluice
Where survival sap flows
In a bid to catalyze vitality
Where Providence fluid blows
The breath of consolidation and maturity
Grown in decades
In a lubricated life
Ought to celebrate serenades
That from each member recognizes contributions made by the wife
As mother, family front fulcrum, the linchpin
Whose love the family unites
In her role as family queen
Whose care ignites, delights and invites
Family unity, amity, affability and agility
Family loft and love
Family stability, serenity and sagacity
In a family born, built and blessed from above
To bless dad, mom and children
With ever growing faith
Ever strengthening bonds with brethren
In a dearth
Of gangrene gifts and ribald rifts
The family veers away from
In twists and mists
The family considers unbidden and unwelcome.
Categories:
unbidden, poems,
Form: Free verse
A gallant, unbidden, appeared one night
inside my room; mere words he never spoke!
He came creeping softly in the moonlight.
A gallant, unbidden, appeared one night
with caresses so sweet I felt it might
have only been a dream once I awoke.
A gallant, unbidden, appeared one night
inside my room. Mere words he never spoke.
Sept. 21, 2017 for Broken Wing's Form U - U Pick the Form Contest
Form is Triolet with ten syllables per line. Word is Unbidden.
Categories:
unbidden, desire,
Form: Triolet
Late-September tingles on wispy nights,
blowing a mild drizzle from crisp, eastern winds
and lays on the hammock of gilded foliage,
to decorate a new season's mantle:
Its fire and earth mesh with time's luster,
weaving a texture which displays
a soul’s contentment from nature's hymn,
that deigns to fully acknowledge
such Virgo charm boundless, unbidden
in a cycle lacquered with marmalade sunsets ;
kindling fine autumn's enchantment.
Until moonlight glints a lustrous face
on lanes where birdsong and lovers croon,
through a rush of its tempo’s eloquence
gifting the days, oh infinitesimal peace--
then bathes whispered prayers, as russet glow
tenderly slips into heaves of its final moment.
Form U—U Pick the Form Contest
Sponsored by Broken Wings 9/21/2017
Categories:
unbidden, peace, september,
Form: Ode
o, unbidden rain, I welcome you to my garden
the flowers are thirsty . . . . .
we have been w a i t i n g for you
the cosmos, daisies and red roses are hanging their heads
F
A
L
L rain with glistening drops, gentle
and with deep love kiss each sweet petal and tender leaf
the vines are reaching out their tendrils t w i n i n g and curling
o, the pleasant petrichor scent, the delightful drip, dripping
can you hear the flowers s i n g i n g even a green frog yells out . . .
thanks, do come again rain
rain, come our way again . . .
_________________
June 5, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/Unbidden
Copyright Protected, ID 16-845-178-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to, Contest 232
sponsor, Brian Strand
Third Place
Categories:
unbidden, garden, rain,
Form: Free verse
By Robert (Bob) Moore
I wonder where these poems have been
hiding in my head unseen
‘til Billy Briggs started me on rhyme
and now it’s there, all of the time
I think of rhymes day after day
sometimes I wish they’d go away
guess I’m stuck ‘til there all done
must admit, it has been fun
Categories:
unbidden, poems, poetry,
Form: Rhyme