Undated Poems | Examples

Missing Goat

My missing goat in brown and white 
Whoever took it, it's not right 
Why don't he try to raise his own? 
There is no point in casting stone 

March 30, 2024, SPC, PST 

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Feet and Palm Chakras

sublime seeds planted years ago
within our form, choose to grow
sprouting forth from the source
without of course, use of force 

as a flashback in time undated
perhaps four years ago, as fated 
a flicker in space, bestowed grace
enlivening palms and feet in embrace

radiant magnetic heat keeps soul upbeat 
pulse of passion when polarities meet
then this morn, awaking from sleep
we felt soma nectar inward creep

palm to elbow and feet to knee
baptised in bliss mists that we be
inked with love hues that so renew
sprinkling stardust like morning dew

in parallel with this enigmatic benediction
affirmed for posterity as fact not fiction
the energy grid that loops feeble form
shape shifts with soul eye the storm

we burn the book, having mistook
how innate divinity in truth does look
as God takes our hand, we understand 
our awakening is magical, strand by strand

Where the Cans Are

Alone and hungry
left leg aches like a broken peg
in the mugginess of its left slipper.

Not a good day for fixing anything
but the sealed and over salted,
the quickly warmed and spooned
that can be mixed into a taste-less medley
with other sundry comestibles.

The pantry,
(a recessed place with shelf-space),
is a dimly lit store for long kept canned products,
a once carelessly gathered and undated harvest,,
a compulsive cartload
that should never have been bought
opened, and cooked
in any company but strictly my own.

In that larder molders a canned fodder;
here anemic asparagus stalks wrapped in tin
are jammed together with diced jalapenos,
or glossily illustrated kidney beans.
Tomato and noodle soups are haphazardly piled
atop of various loosely defined
stewed meat offerings, including canned Spam
naturally.

After the so-called cooking
(more a revealing of a much mushed-up
mixture of misnamed contents),
I sit down with the steaming plate
allowing the metallic aroma to entice
peckish yet suspicious taste buds.

Fed now with the quickly chewed-over
I’m both glad and grateful
that this ten minute feast
can be wolfed down in so much less time.

Undated Summer Children

An ancient unknown city in the west somewhere 
Under the road it had a pipeline maze for water
How old the city people didn’t remember.
During a remote sweltering summer time
Before the start of debate on climate change 
The temperature rose to an unrecorded high.

The antique pipeline cracked at the seams
Spurting out from under the fissured road 
Water cold as subterranean spring in desert
Filled up soon a wide ditch dug for road repair.

The news spread like flood water 
In the desiccated neighborhood
Drew the children of all ages to the pool
Clad in swimming gears they jumped 
In the knee-deep water not so much to swim
But to beat the heat of scorching summer day
With the cold water flowing for fun.

The parents looked on as amused guards
Wished they could go back for awhile 
To the long lost childhood days
And take the plunge at the cool fun.

If the undated summer children could now see
The snapshot of water splashed summer noon  
Through bifocals on their failing nostalgic eyes 
They would reminisce how the times changed
In their lifetime the ancient became modern.

August 24, 2017.

Calender But Not Dated

Calender But Undated

Haha... In Australia, calender means fixed dates...
In Bolehland, it can mean to fix at a later date...

In case you are wondering what that  was about...
Wonder no more, in a  calender  actual dates abound...

Funny how one can call it a calender and yet differs so much...
Penang Open is in the calender, but nobody knows much...

Shssh! Nobody knows actually when, it being an official secret...
Here in Bolehland, a calender is a program planned with no dates at all...

Hohoho...a Malaysian squash calender is available for print...
But what's this? Important dates are not yet chosen for print...

Hahaha in Bolehland, there are missing gaps with dates unseen..
Unlike in Australia, all dates are identified and well planned ...

So of what use is a calender in Bolehland, dates are left undone...
In Australia, one can plan and travel on account all dates are done...


?????? A little note... 
......when a annual calender of events have only the event 
but not the dates, how does one dare call it a calender of events for the year???

Betrayed By the Trusted

Red#1
Entry #3
2-23-12

I'm hated, frustrated, and mostly agitated
I'm feeling fated, unrelated, undated, and overrated

(Favoritism, a person's alcoholism)

I'm an anarchist
And I think I'm a masochist
Maybe YOU should perform an exorcist?

I wanna hit you with my fist
You're a never ending twist
I'm your belated friend
You make my life want to end
You make the rules bend
Your lies extend
This is why I'm no longer your friend

You lied straight to my face
Like being sprayed by mace
Stabbed me in the back
Made me have a panic attack
Now I'm gonna get you back
You stupid hack
You need to stop your act!

Wrong But Sure

The heart runs, lips quib, words just die
When just a mile away he signals hi.
Such, none but he has made you feel.
The undated dream of how love should be.

The legs are pulled like to a magnet. The 
Heart 's scared which chases the body to impress;
Hints studied, skin tined, steps aligned, smiles learned
In a bid no step 's missed to make unfit. 

The pull becomes so strong that fear gives way.
But in time the heart frowns in shy dismay. 
The heart can be wrong even when its so sure. 
True love gets clearer when hearts grows closer.

An Undated Creative Realm

Amidst peaceful place 
Beyond words structures exist
Pillars pretty carved.

Euphorically 
Radiating mystery craft
Piece of an old art

One's pay a visit
Strolling across the meadows
Unsure to leave last

A wall serves as frame
Vivid pictures for themselves 
Stunning particles

Parallel doorways
Undated creative realms
Memoirs never last.

This Year

THIS YEAR

What folly of the dreamer
half asleep – full sated
to become prophetic schemer
of a future yet undated
ingesting meals yet to be plated.

How daft the followers in kind
mewing in his shadow
feeding from his empty mind
on bones devoid of marrow
adrift in fantasy’s tomorrow.

Thus as the season’s shadows fade,
as age creeps ever closer near,
how much of living will we trade
for empty dreams no longer clear
slow tarnished in the passing year.



1/2/2015
submitted to This Year in English Quintain – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Francine Roberts

The Secret of Life

Traced undated thoughts
Conversed deepest life's questions
Ageless wit surmount

Mind traversed within
Whilst vibrant colors  made hue
Gently asked questions

Embraced each other
Radiating every facet
Life's truest secret.

Cab Driver

Alone at the narrow and busy street
Waited promptly for a cab to stop a bit.

At last lucky one respond to signals
Rode calmly whilst have thought of things

As the cab traversed streets to bridges
Mind soared with the driver's ordeals

Spoke undated events which ruined his life
Special one left for someone without notice

Love within and without fear to commit
In a relationship but haunted by past

Cab driver's enlightenment at once realized
Through sets of words emphatically uttered.

A Dream With the Christ

A wondrous dreamt came
With a long waited specie
Looks like no other

Stares in wilderness
Depict countless of meanings
Felt passes through souls

Asked simple queries
But answered with more questions
Discerned their values

Reunited with him
Was such a grateful event
Moment of freedom

Spoke undated views
Now reveal validity
Light is from within.

Undated

Aggravation waited.
Health always debated.
Material things created.
Mental capacity unstated.
History always elated.
Final breath is fated.
Future is overrated.
Partners never sated.
Love cannot be slated.
Compassion will be desecrated.
Desire falsely translated.
Life is overly stated.
From the day we are created.
While we are all interrelated,
We continually face each other abated
Awaiting our dignity to be dictated,
We fail each other blindly sedated.
If we are lucky we go through life conjugated.

Ballistic

what breach of faith
has time wrought?
like cannonballs
through ramparts and walls
each day bores on,
unflinchingly through page after page
of sickening drivel.

the sun contentedly wallowing
in its yellow sty turns over
without a snort.

at day's end it seeks other fields
to root and hog.

(undated 1979)

My Confessions

I hate his ways,
 but I love his heart
I can't stand being with him,
 but I would die without him
I fell into the darkness and was blinded by the light
I push him too hard,
 but he doesn't even push back
I want to tell him all and hope he sees,
 but I don't think he wants to listen
I have hopes and dreams, but he crushes them so fast,
 tearing down the walls before they're built
I just don't understand why he acts this way,
 like he doesn't have a care in this world
Can I save him or is he lost?
I need to bring him back,
 he is not the same,
 there used to be a glow in his eyes
I believe inside he's fighting a battle 
and won't let anyone help him win
So far we have all lost
Aleshia undated

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