I unburied my heart and cried.
Poor little thing Poor little fool
indigent in there, no answer.
no one came back for me
Everyone blue light mesmerized
faces minor February moons
Mid-air, last fare, au contrair—
Cushion collectors, made in China
Obsolete foetus, Pushkin pushers
Amulet of a Talisman, not fair
Eloquency uttered, sputtered, natural lying
Platinum kissogram
O sweet sad parting, old mar
anguishing languishing farewell my friend
Wheelbarrow of borrowed clouds
check the sundial for Saturn’s moon
terrestrial ball wedding leaves
Clocks and gowns, frowning clowns
undo death —
for the love of you
unto death if not
There's always a day when I wish I couldn't feel anything
Sleeping at night, gaining proper rest without a dream
Having a relationship with someone without growing attached
No hurt feelings or nursed grudges with an unburied hatch
It would make happiness and sadness feel the same
Everyone's efforts to show me love would go in vain
No need to over think anything because I wouldn't care
My feelings being numb like a person's blank stare
Using words that are hard to understand because they're dry
Leave others to wonder if I'm human because I'll never cry
I would experience less worry, anxiety or frustration
I would always deal the same way with every situation
I wouldn't have to try so hard to please anybody
I wouldn't feel what you felt to have to say sorry
Life would be different being unemotional
But at lease I would go through life being very functional.
Christmas in July in Israel is nigh
My list of wishes in the Gaza Strip is
For every hostage priceless,
Too many now lifeless
Grieve for Israel’s fallen married
Weep for singles yet unburied
For 46 years - prideful and hateful
Wrath, envy, spreading the net
Building an A-Bomb, a decision fateful
A sword to be held, like eternal threat
Destruction, murder, elimination
Iran, to wipe Israel off the map
A sordid task for the whole nation
Stubborn threats, boasts, contempt
It was their purpose, the goal, the aim
To end every Jew on planet Earth
Fanned hot Middle Eastern flame
To Hamas and Hezbollah, they gave birth
Spread the tentacles, to suffocate
To build an Islamic Republic empire
Never learned from the old caliphates
They are all gone, purged by fire
Lusted for bomb, to be held as a club
Over every fearful head, forever
Wanted to enter the atomic club
By picking the locks and feeling clever
The last mile, they were almost there
To grip the victory with the jaws
Removing all stops, and didn’t care
Moving forward without pause
But no, those dreams never came to pass
Atomic Persia, the purveyor of dread
Where are you now, evil top brass?
Someplace unfound, unburied and dead
June 16, 2025
A legendary dark, so thick,
A corrosive smog to my young eyes that itched,
My kid-glove skin crawled like the parasitic tick,
It felt as though my whole system glitched.
A welcome into the dark cave,
Exhilarating walk from the womb, a step into the mystery,
Where shadows of truth barely behave,
The haste of rolling days writes the history.
A love missed; he was lost in a drunken haze,
And vanished in the phase, moments before I could show,
Double pain left a lifelong graze,
Tattooed on my heart but made me grow.
Into the enigma of unburied hatchet,
A tale of betrayal, the knife in the back.
By his own blood, sealed in casket,
They drank from pain and fed on lack.
Destroying his foundation was their thin little win,
But even a blind squirrel finds a nut once in a while,
That wade through the swamp was brutal and grim,
But through the murky sky, the dimly dawn cruises easily.
there's a second ocean
sprawled like an accident,
a spill of plastic guts and chemical veins
choking what swims,
suffocating the tides
that once dreamed of moonlight and salt.
we did this.
with our coffee cups and straws,
our six-pack rings,
our shiny wrappers crumpled
and forgotten.
a monument to convenience,
an altar to laziness,
floating like the unburied dead
on water too poisoned to sweep.
somewhere out there,
a bird swallows a cigarette lighter
and calls it food.
a turtle struggles in the straitjacket of progress.
and the ocean,
the god we ignored,
becomes our mirror,
ugly and infinite,
what kind of emotions do you feel when I call you out about that?
Waves crash against the ribcage of shore
Where unburied bones play on the beach
The dead swim in shallow pools beneath
Lost Souls never finding their exit door
The living are not welcome to come here
Sometimes they are seen staring from afar
Too many have tried then have disappeared
And death is always what the living fears
From the cliff above the bones are seen
Dancing in the sand, splashing in the sea
Is it a dream or nightmare in unreality
Unexplainable to the living, what does it mean
It means that so much we humans don't know
And even less in which what to believe
Belief is only a product given forcibly
Forced to reap what someone else really sow's
This place of bones called Skeleton Bay
An unexplainable retreat for the dead
A phenomenon unstudied this haunted beach
A place where only the dead meet and play
Written for contest "Bone Beach" 0/25/2024
Hosted by: Anthony Biianco
**WON 1ST PLACE IN CONTEST**
Clownish yaw engines
Spin us about
The blue sphere we inhabit
Its future in doubt
Our cumulus cloud shroud
Conceals the pain
Of tanks, missiles and pogroms
And unburied slain
As the empathic moon pales of lustre of life,
and the downcast stars fall in the hour
of lamentation,
unforgiveness has its own realm of misery.
Our anger and resentment strickens our lives,
smothers our love, our joy.
Still absent from one another,
we grow grayer into white.
The evefall speaks of barren and
abandoned dreams,
of reunions that could of been,
of words unsaid that could of professed
a healing pardon.
The unforgiveness borne on a catafalque,
yet, not unburdened, and still unburied. ~
The Winter of Unburied Bodies
She never came home
she went for a walk
never to return
the woods took her
kept her hidden
beneath the snow
She was tall and lean
she loved to walk
always to return
from the woods, she took
a hidden path one day
trampling fallen leaves
She was late for breakfast
she was late for dinner
never to return
woodland creatures saw her
in the Spring
still frozen from the fall
She had no children
she had no spouse
her parents walked the woods
which kept her hidden
until Spring, cursing the
Winter of Unburied Bodies.
Created 20 Feb 2018
She sure was scary
He was quite married
Could each be both
~ And stay unburied
What have you given that I've taken away?
A mixture of pain like feelings that twist.
Once we experienced, feeling's of heaven.
We were childlike and happy, yes even glad-hearted.
But our love like the wind it drifted away.
Seen through my eye's a vision of lies,
thoughts followed rain and I followed love.
Love left unburied, reborn left to die.
In a cloud burst of honey and yellow sunshine,
A thick blanket of snow made a white bed for you. swimming by her
and after swimming to far
by luck their upon her,
I came,
she with another and both.
Building castles from sand
was she,
not with the other, instead.
A monument to some mountain
a forgotten ,
or from her deep heart need.
She sculpted
with her own two hands.
Speaking and still she could
as i watched,
her other turning over, to me.
Fully Autumn
——————————
A fine, clear creek
Trickling water
Flows long on by,
As Earth presents
Such a festive
Winding valley’s show.
Sun’s rays sigh.
Sprinkling lights shift nigh.
So sooner do feelings rise
To gift
Such a landscape with its due awe;
To sing glee
As Nature calls
Her choirs to harmonize,
Accompanied by
The wistful poems of
Mounds of carmine mums,
Tipping their petite
Petals within each
Wending breeze;
To scatter away worries
By tracing the last flights
Of silver-spotted butterflies,
Aiming skyward through
This autumn’s afternoon.
Transforming trees stand
Splendid in a flutter-falling
Of their leaves — a gracing
By colors
On the fingertips of
The wind — with their lounging sway
— this way then to the other—
As created to be
Life’s November cotillion —
For a dance, and
Then a sylvan space to
Sleep before snow
Covers over all…
Still, unburied, with a promise
Of resilience.
——————————- —-
(c)sally young Eslinger
10/28/2
Thanks be to God
I am wondering are sighs everlasting
Or do they come and go like noisome vapors
Some the eternal remains of unburied flesh
How loathsome the infinite unexplained sigh
Which can be beautiful nipping at love’s heels
Limitless in breadth and scope like infinity
I tell you, some things are boundless but
Few things endless like sweet wedded bliss.
SILVER MEDAL WINNER
"Endless Poetry Contest" as "Sweet Wedded Bliss"
sponsored by Lasaad
All Poetry - September 21, 2021
written September 6, 2021
While volcanoes rehearse to show their teeth
lovers shouting from the well of the house
wave broken condoms rather than broken trust
conflate dissent on self-erasing slates
and prove worse than the old oxen
long following circuitous ways
billowing opposition, discalced defenders
they all assert superior dishonesty
sell cheap what is most dear or make
offences of new affections
I carry the tomb of unburied days
--R K Singh
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