The shoreless avenue
Is the theological dogma,
Lingered in the deepest shaft.
The prestige of the pure
Is the most honest conversation.
These shall cover the hunger
Of eloquence and austerity.
Shell the distracted ground,
When it rods beyond
The dreams of mysticism.
Love Letters to the ground
Signifies the embodied
Experiences of the past
Whilst I am whisked away
In my shattered cage.
Categories:
unfettered, adventure, creation, faith, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
Beware Thee The Unsavory, Unfettered Throngs
When distant mystery has curdled the blue sky
The old hag cursed the earth and the skirt of rain
Dance girls danced lively, the others did not try
There was far too much heavy words and abject pain
From the outskirts there was much cold, cued applause
Over desert ocean, he vultures await meals
And the heroes celebrated their minor pause
As the banker cries for more yellow gold to steal
The beaded storm its wings flap with laughing anger
And Greek Gods had a party to stamp their gold seal
In the distant mountains, awaited grave danger
The Raven's rascals held out for a better deal.
Beware thee the unsavory, unfettered throngs.
For darkness lies within their old romantic songs.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnett
Nov. 21st- 1971
Categories:
unfettered, dark, deep, evil, gothic,
Form: Sonnet
Once again my thoughts run wild
Against the currents of commonality
Free and unfettered like a child
Ranging from bizarre to banality
Trying my best to cling to normality.
written April 26, 2022
Categories:
unfettered, feelings, introspection, me,
Form: Quintain (English)
Lately, perhaps due to aging,
I find myself thinking about
past pleasures;
the little things I'd all but forgotten.
Like my first walk in the woods,
and the feeling of being one with Nature,
unshackled from the hands of time.
Nature nurtured my curiosity,
before innocence was lost.
In my youth, I was oblivious to the truth;
feeling my way through a minefield of lies.
Every day was like an ongoing epic,
a continuous adventure, filled with wonder and play.
Once in a while, as I chase dreams through sleep,
I find myself perusing memories,
recalling a smile or a tear; usually both,
often simultaneously.
And I ponder on the fact that in my
isolated imaginary world,
I once lived unfettered and free.
And marvel that I spent the rest of my life
trying to recapture a feeling;
that I will never feel again.
Categories:
unfettered, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
Doubt
contracts
our being,
as also fears
and ego desires,
in realm of illusions,
thereby stifling aliveness,
anchoring us in stagnation,
making us captive to lower mind,
enmeshed in dark swamplands of delusion.
Doubts, borne of urges, rooted in doership,
we surrender instrument of thought,
resting in awareness alone,
uncaring of all outcomes,
content in blissful peace,
in the here and now,
as a witness,
delighted
in the
play.
08-November-2020
Categories:
unfettered, introspection, spiritual,
Form: Etheree
We
are still
in the void
of no-thingness.
The outer world fades
gripping not attention,
being but a thought construct;
mirage fleeting as but a dream.
Awareness unshackled from ego,
ignites the lamp of bliss in consciousness.
Thought rested awareness, free and unbound,
pausing here and there to smell roses,
knows we choose but God disposes,
as best suited for our soul.
As we yield, so we grow.
We stoop to conquer.
Thus vaporised,
in surprise,
bliss does
rise.
28-October-2020
Categories:
unfettered, spiritual,
Form: Etheree
Father Ross made secret visit, to widow’s house past midnight,
Lamp in hand, she let him in, guided him to master bedroom,
his tough wife should never know, Ross went to see his old mother!
Written 22/05/2020
Sijo poetry contest
Jenish Somadas
Categories:
unfettered, child, conflict, emotions, father,
Form: Sijo
Alone with his thoughts, he drifted
Carried by a chorus of
Palm tree melodies
Warmed by a yellow star
An unfettered balloon
Seeking nothing
Categories:
unfettered, beautiful, dream,
Form: Free verse
My breath
the grass blades do not bend for,
My sitting, face to the earth,
the dirt does not shift for,
I run fingers through running water ,
and it runs through,
unfettered.
I am lonely in that
my body does not occupy any space,
In the filmy quality
of the scenes of my life across my face,
I press air past my vocal cords,
and it presses past,
unfettered.
Does God know
the language of the dove?
Are we, in all of our arrogance,
come push come shove,
Are we all the same with knives,
behind our teeth to slide through,
unfettered?
It seems so to me when you are bleeding,
face down,
into grass that does not stir with your breath,
as you now have none.
Categories:
unfettered, death, god,
Form: I do not know?
“Like free roaming stallions - my liberated dreams.”
Apprehensive, I lay my weary head
on the pillow of each long and restless night
embittered by pursual of revenge
till forgiveness came and spurred my demons’ flight.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Contest: One and One
Sponsor: Rick Parise
© 3rd September 2016
Categories:
unfettered, forgiveness,
Form: Verse
Unfettered and Free
Unfettered and free,
Seeking my ultimate destiny,
Flying through a dark, cobalt blue sky,
Like an extra light kite,
Effortlessly taking flight,
With strong wings, like a sleek bird I soar.
Friendly, gentle winds propelling me to greater heights,
Up, up, up -
High above big, billowy, cotton ball clouds,
Higher, higher, higher -
Rising into the atmosphere,
Gliding through the troposphere,
Reaching for the stratosphere,
Shooting like Halley’s Comet through the mesosphere,
Catapulting into the thermosphere,
Then with extraordinary speed, like a rocket I exit the exosphere.
Breaking free -
Not even gravity has the power to pull me down.
No longer a victim of Earth’s self-imposed boundaries,
Nothing can stop me now –
As a child of the universe,
I’m valiantly venturing into the unknown,
To the mysterious stars where I belong,
To infinity and beyond -
Unfettered and free!
05-30-2014
Categories:
unfettered, analogy, freedom, inspirational, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Beneath the lasting hours of nightfall within our private dwelling;
naked feet waltz about the harmonized
silk petals eleven steps
onward to that of
the flat-bottom
vessel.
Unclothed,
laying
in the
clear
crystal foam
accompanied
by shadows
of flickering
scented
flames
and two
wine glasses
teem with Champagne.
The temperature arouses
both temples, allowing entry for torrid love.
Precipitating...Evaporating indiscriminately...Sigh...Our hearts now set to rest.
Pace
INK-U-SCRIPT
Romantic
01-23-2014
Categories:
unfettered, love, romantic,
Form: Free verse
PASSION UNFETTERED
There is a force within a few that stands aloof,
Jealously gazing at the eyes of lovers brimming with expectation,
But something stays frozen-- in disjointed time,
Afraid if the precocity of love is brilliantly returned.
The truly beloved err,
Like a force of nature
the sweetness will be drained from the soul,
Leaving a husk
Withering
Never to be regenerated.
If this tale of passion is true
We are helpless toys of
a fickle god….
Who garners
passing amusement orchestrating loss.
If the action of love proves untrue,
The Lovers are simply actors .
Mouthing empty lines,
Doomed are all to eternal isolation.
Warily venture.
the Blundering Hopeful
Spiral dizzily from elation,
Soul Splayed --
Adhered naked to the sullen earth
Held by invisible stakes of humiliation and discontent.
Alert for independent action
Survivors swathed in stealth
Endure silent screaming nights--
Appear Sleepless and Vacant.
(but in truth, they are in constant vigilance—)
Seeking the moment when a slash in time
Will offer unknown hope
Unfettered
Escape
At last--
And free to fly
V. Anderson-Throop 2014©
Categories:
unfettered, hope, love, passion,
Form: Free verse
Our poetry...
A thousand times been read
Syllables contort tumbling
Under covers
Free verse unfettered
Beneath hot breath
Brail symbolic softens
As soon as alabaster wets
Lips’ reciting merely, what is
Or should be heartfelt said
Our poetry...
Sapidus is to taste
Licking walls
As licorice moisten
Is the dark, chocolate
Bar shadows cast
Through blinds
And legs of sunrise slats
Or perhaps, metaphor
Marinating passion’s hands
Our poetry...
Evermore in verse
Italic are the directions
Of sentimental waves
Strewn linen’s cryptic
Unmetered cursive
And letter lorn lavender
Stylish fashioned lace
Hence forth on and on
Withdrawn from structure punctuates
Our poetry...
Stanza’s line by line alive
Moves the throb muscle and tis’ heart
Further as the ballerina saut-de-chat
Etching out pass sweet
Tip brushed Dominican eyes
The mind is running after what
Shall merely be defined…as
Poetry reiteratively serendipitous
Clever as a serpentine
Categories:
unfettered, beauty, emotions, fantasy, feelings,
Form: Romanticism
Soft moonlight streams through the window
and in its pale, golden glow
faint sweat sheen glistens on pink, flushed skin
speaking of love’s pleasurable exertions recently ended.
Fingertips trace the contours of legs, hips and breasts
feeling the slight twitches of small muscles
still not settled from over-stimulation.
Each breath drawn is like inhaling fire
but its warmth feels cool on heated flesh
as two bodies snuggle close,
hearts beating a sensual counterpoint,
afraid of breaking the connection
holding two spirits so closely together.
Then lips meet lips in a tender kiss
and two meld into one once more to greet the sunrise
in the most primitive and intense
celebration of life.
Categories:
unfettered, love, passion, sensual,
Form: Narrative
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