We bide our time upon the cusp
Twixt what may be and surely must
From evenings hush till morning hours
Begging chase through moon lit bowers
Where gleans the will in blissful trance
And leads the way in halting dance
To just beyond what grasp may reach
Where barely recalled memories teach
Tween what is now and might have been
To tease the eye with promised gleam
With silent whispers barely heard
That nary leash the fleeting word
But call to mind the long lost plight
That dreams and hopes in lofty flight
Might grant surcease on windswept wings
With unbought time and unsought things
Categories:
unbought, dream,
Form: Rhyme
In lacquered boxes, six feet down,
Rest whispers of the unbought crown -
The paintings left in mental drafts,
The kindness stored away in crafts.
Between the satin folds they place
The morning walks at slower pace,
The letters crumpled, never sent,
The wild dreams left unbent.
A coffee-stained rejection slip,
The novel's pages, torn and ripped,
Three cigarettes crushed in despair
When winter stripped our cupboards bare.
The day we sold mom's silver spoons,
To pay for pills that came too soon,
While mice made nests of unpaid bills
Behind the walls of windowsills.
These fragments sealed in knotted pine:
Dead houseplants, dried in '99,
A pawnshop ticket, never claimed -
Now feed the earth we never tamed.
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Categories:
unbought, poetry, time,
Form: Rhyme
The poet stands in the court of thought,
Accused of wielding the pen as sword,
Charged with crafting truths unbought,
With words that strike and chords that chord.
Guilty of exposing the soul’s bare form
Of unraveling the unseen seam,
The poet faces the judgment storm
For venturing in the concealed realm
For daring to dream or to utter the unspoken.
Categories:
unbought, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
We've lived here so long
Making fairy tales of normalcy
Existing in perpetual dormancy
Where did God go?
Left Him in pews
and dog eared passages
These are wider passages
with nowhere to grow
Crumbs still crumble
when making breads ends meat
I don't find this mete
but it still has to go
There was never honey here
Bees have opted to die in battle
and now with sore throat and palpitations
I have called on myself to carry this load
We've lived here so long
that the shadow of our shadows have found place here
Left their trace here
and linger
for as long as we know
But this is not home
We have been housed
Broken into and lived in
Unleased and unbought
The occupants are now occupied
and we have been swept clean and garnished
but yet seven more
Categories:
unbought, anxiety, home, house, pain,
Form: Free verse
Upon an evening's heart distress
I bereaved the lass of palm caress
Of all the consolation sought
Nil dare allay that which death wrought
Amidst my ponders of seclusion
Logic's veiled of dolor intrusion
My psyche the Tempter left unbought
For he can't soothe the death woe fraught
Is there dining in Valhalla's Hall
for he who is slain by loveless thrall?
Do Hercule's hands possess zeal
to loose me of my heart's bastille?
Alas, our destinies coincide
I'll meet thee anew in suicide
In thou unforgotten appeal
I slay my throe in life repeal
Categories:
unbought, lost love, lovedeath, death,
Form: Rhyme