Undisturbed Poems | Examples

Days End

Gentle lapping waters
roll sequentially onto shore,
like tiny crystals sparks, highlighted by the shining sun.

Blackened tree stumps 
stand 
like soldiers on watch.

A pelican,
skims the surface of the lake,
in search of tasty morsels lurking beneath murky waters.

The lazy dog basking in the sun
lifts an eyelid;
Undisturbed, 
he resumes his peaceful nap.

Camp fires send spiralling smoke puffs upwards,
carried away with the wind, 
followed by another smoke signal.

The sandy banks,
with mounds of trodden turrets lay in wait,
for creatures on dusk patrol
seeking nightly nourishment.

The setting sun slowly sinks, 
sending sliver shimmers across the lake.

Again, nightfall descends.
Another day closes.

A Triad of Tanka III

Young children should grow

Straight upright, honest and strong

As giant bamboo.

We shall take them to Kyoto...

There to know contemplation.
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Filtered beams pausing

Deep inside Sagano's groves

Of rustling bamboo...

Where at rest and undisturbed

In immortal sereneness.
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Rikugien's Maples,

Lit up at night time - ablaze!  

Incandescent fire

Whom, through which great splendour made...

Can scorch the very heavens.

Origami Beyond the Flat-pack Fold

Don’t fold me on-the-fold,
on the crease well-marked.
I’m tired of swans and cranes,
of being shaped into 
your cookie cutter shapes, 
pressed into the dough.

Let me be the mirrored sea.
The tranquil lake of high country.
The field of grass at dawn, 
undisturbed by quake of breeze.

Let me be the elixir scent of flowers,
untainted by stench of memories.
The blue sky reaching to the far horizon,
with no hint or tint of clouds.

Let me be the pure fresh page, 
you turn, flat nascent smooth, 
for your Origami.

Life is so Much Sunnier Now

  Life is so much sunnier now
    just knew it would be somehow

  After decades of delay
    when inertia held sway

  My mental stones gathering moss… 

  I at last pulled the plug
    on my addictive a.m. drug:

  No more newspaper on my front steps
    no more negativity to vex

  me all day and all night
    ‘bout who’s wrong, what’s not right

  Now I eat undisturbed, sleep like a baby
    wake up hopeful, fresh as a daisy

  No addiction is harmless, not even ‘the news’ 
     ~ ending the pain was up to me to choose

An Osprey Circles

An osprey circles
Hoping I will find a fish for him
A beaver slaps its tail
Yodels to its young
Turtles lounge in the sun
As Swans and Geese negotiate
A doe and fawn cautiously 
Observe my passing
A blue Heron appears
Undisturbed by my presence
Soft breezes tickle the lily pads
As the Dragonflies dance

come home

Come  Home 


I dislike Israel, but I accepted her as a historic
happening and a place where Jewish culture
can flourish undisturbed by foreign culture, and
thus can sink into navel-gazing.
But it cannot be so Europe without Jews and
the Jews without Europe`s culture is a script
of a disaster not yet written.
We in Europe need the Jews as scientists, 
in the arts, but the Arab World does not need
resentful Jews who brought an iron heel to people
for a crime they have not committed but  guilt that
lives in the culpable images of Abraham’s people.

I wrote this in 2009 but many things have changed

Tilt

The machine lit up 
like a small cathedral—
chrome saints hopping
under glass,
the silver gospel
of the pinball
spinning wild 
between my hands.

It was my birthday—
twenty-one—
and free beers
rang up like prayers.
Each flipper slap 
a hallelujah,
each tilt shrugged off 
in neon glare.

The hours blew away 
like cheap confetti.
The undulating sidewalk 
tilted just before I did,
and the keyhole 
danced just out of reach
while my cat waited, 
unimpressed.

I woke up hours later
to my worried cat
meowing and 
looking up at me.
I leaned in close 
to reassure him—
and showered his head 
with vomit, dismayed.

He left his verdict 
in my shoes—
a damp reminder, 
sharp and clear.
Tail high,
he walked away avenged,
his conscience 
undisturbed by guilt.

He eventually 
forgave me—
as creatures wiser 
than us often do.
I cleaned my shoes, 
drank far less beer,
and never puked on
my cat again.

journey into a bipolar mind

journey into a bipolar mind

pebbles in time
.
there were ripples in yesterday’s water
where stones once were tossed
.
pebbles really,
yet enough to form concentric wrinkles
soothing over rough edges 
and drowning silly circus clowns
.
each circle died and glass-like waters
were again 
still
undisturbed 
as though he had not been there
.
perhaps he hadn’t
.
in his head circles rolled onto circles
and the pale painted pony
leapt easily over his uncontested path
.
the music stopped
his eyes closed and no circles remained
ripples collapsed and pebbles dropped 
inside his quiet mind
.
time to get off, he thought to himself
as he reached into his pocket and wondered
which was real
the carousel or the glass-like waters
.
in his pocket the pebbles were wet
and the painted ponies were going round again
galloping away
while clowns begged for laughter
.
and he picked up more pebbles from the ice cream stand
.
tolbert

Hardened Heart

Stone now beats inside,
Undisturbed by softest touch,
Wounds have made it hard.

©bfa051925

In the silence that sings among the shadows of thoughts, they asked me what my greatest wish was

In the silence that sings among the shadows of thoughts, they asked me what my greatest wish was,
And I answered without blinking, to never fit into foreign molds,
To step into rooms without bending my soul to match their contours,
To move freely, unbound by mirrors reflecting only what others want to see,
To be like the moon, counted among the stars, but never overshadowed by them,
Indifferent to attention flowing like swift rivers, untouched by comparisons.
To not be understood, but to remain whole, like a puzzle of beautiful chaos,
To wear chaos as art, and silence as a sword that cuts the chains of needing acceptance,
To live without apologies and love without permissions, to be free of any belonging,
And yet to never feel lost anywhere, to dream dangerously, to speak with fire in words,
To fall gracefully, to follow my own path, undisturbed by the race of others,
This is my wish, not to fit in, but to exist exactly as I am,
To embrace every imperfection as a story, to be authentic in every breath,
To find beauty on the edge of chaos and calm in the midst of the storm,
To be myself, a unique constellation in the vast sky of existence.

Waking to Snow

If you listen, 
the morning talks to you
through its white silence.
There is a depth here that falls away 
into prayer, a stillness that seems
to veneer an even deeper still.

My footprints sink into the fresh snow 
and mark it with a kind of sacrilege,
scoring a pristine glaze with
a clumsy presence.
All this undisturbed loveliness 
is already beginning to melt.

I stand and feast
on the moment taking in 
as much as I can. By this afternoon, 
the snow will be gone.
I am learning to find joy 
by letting go.

An Etched Memory

Tumbling down in a rhythmic flow
Bestowed
a dream appear
With crystal light
The ocean bright
Rising in sunlit mirrors
White clouds drift
The sand shifts 
In hues of golden brown
A rhythmic flow
The tempo grows
In harmony
A gracious sound

Each shillouette 
Stands 
undisturbed 
Gazing out beyond
To find a dream
Of life redeemed
In poetic words
And a song

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"An etched memory is that of a painted dream
Wandering free within the mind...
Captured by the wandering eye
to bring yesterday to life"

Humanity

Humanity might get wiped out of the surface of earth.
And nature wouldn’t care.
It is in its kind to go.
Undisturbed!
Uncaring!
For the infant that helplessly relies on her.
For nature nothing ever begins.
Ever ends!
Ever exists!

I Declare

Adorn thy King of all worthy note
For I stand unashamed to profess
Each loving quote

Of gail force winds
You hold me undisturbed 
And touch my heart
To share what I've heard

Of jeweled facets I adorn your Holy name
In trust I believe each promise that you've made

For all the days passed and all the days to come
You are my Lord Jesus my strong tower of love
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"The living Water sustains my weary soul and gives me strength until the day I'm called home"

In Jesus name Amen

I see in your almond eyes that bittersweet love

I see in your almond eyes that bittersweet love,
Flowing slowly as you gaze at my pale and silent face,
Your heart may now carry pure intentions, without shadows,
But I cannot erase the stings, insults, betrayals, screams,
Though I want to love you, my heart has had its share of pain,
Now every fiber of my being is tired of all that was,
I am not in a state to offer yet another lost chance,
So I choose not to fall in love with you, but with peace,
In this world of illusions, I choose to choose myself,
I refuse to be caught in the snares of an uncertain love,
For my soul has been a battlefield for too long,
And now I seek the calm of a sunrise undisturbed by dreams,
Where my heart can dance without fear, without burdens,
In a place where the choices are mine, and mine alone,
Where I find the strength to choose myself.

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