The Kingdom’s seeds
within his heart
its reign
a heavy stone
The Jester dancing
with the Queen
caught naked
on the throne
His back now turned
the Jack of Spades
a dagger
up his sleeve
A palace coup
in bold relief
his lineage
besieged
The music stops
the Jester laughs
the Queen cries out
for more
The Princess
in the tower
where her subjects
cry out ‘WHORE’
The drawbridge falls
the King is back
his armor
red and stained
The final battle
yet unfought
dark prophecy
— ordained
(The New Room: February, 2025)
Categories:
unfought, mystery,
Form: Rhyme
A thought that is right but not pursued;
A call that is dialed but unanswered;
A voice that is heard but silenced;
A word that is yearned but unspoken;
A problem that is there but unresolved;
A becon that is shining but unseen;
A love that is hard but unfought for;
A pain that you feel but can't soothe;
A heart that can love but restrained;
A life that could be but it won't;
What a waste! What a waste!
Categories:
unfought, appreciation, heartbreak, lonely, longing,
Form: Free verse
It was Hemingway
early
And Dickinson
late
Those early
exposures
The trail of
my wake
No bar left
unvisited
Or brawl left
unfought
No school that could
answer
Dialectic
untaught
Now this corner
I sit in
Both welcomes
and warms
And the thoughts
it retriggers
No movement
just form
I once had
looked over
What I now look
within
From this chair
that I captain
Where in virtue
—I sin
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
Categories:
unfought, sin,
Form: Rhyme
It was Hemingway
early
And Dickinson
late
Those early
exposures
The trail of
my wake
No bar left
unvisited
Or brawl left
unfought
No school that could
answer
Dialectic
corrupt
Now this corner
I sit in
Both welcomes
and warms
And the thoughts
it retriggers
No movement
just form
I once had
looked over
What I now look
within
From this chair
that I captain
Where in virtue
—I sin
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
Categories:
unfought, writing,
Form: Rhyme
My Forgotten Stars
The sunlight shines
A window breaks
A shattered existence
My body quakes
The clouds cover
As darkness nears
A depressive insistence
My unfought fears
The moon arises
Through stormy skies
A-path-y's illuminated
The journey of lies
bmdavey@
04/08/16
Categories:
unfought, deep, life,
Form: Rhyme
I have fought you in tears for years,
useless in our abuse, an excuse for entertainment
at the merriment of no one save we two
and we knew the outcome, always the same
the shame in the unfought defeat, fresh meat
for the masses to feed on and laugh at on our behalf.
And at morning’s light, the same fight of we two,
me and you going round and round in a cage,
our own stage of self-destruction, and an eruption
of no one clapping in amusement, a bemusement
and a confusing silence as I realize that the whip
that’s hurting me is the very same one held by me.
Categories:
unfought, allegory, introspection, sad, satire,
Form: Rhyme
Undaunting corner,
The edge, the fringe,
The listless days’ observer,
Humming visions astringe.
Silence of no rest,
Unmoving soul trembling within,
Of the room’s unending test,
Failing, unfeeling the unforgiving sin.
So looking out the slitting light,
Like a crevice above the fogging abyss,
Eyes laying upon the untamed sight,
My room indeed I will not miss.
The nature restrained not,
Hovering at window glass,
Wishing I could grow like weeds unfought,
And relinquish binding ropes at last.
Pressing touch to icy barrier,
Holding I from ceaseless bright,
Desiring the unseen savior,
To ascend me above, an unstrung kite.
Categories:
unfought, life
Form: Couplet
I escape this planet healing what has been hurt. Pouring words like tears. Standing
quiet as I listen to myself scream. Whith my inner strength I slowly tought myself wisdom
from no one but me. I fought slowly and looked over my shoulders to be sure, nothing was
left unfought. I approached my struggling life with hope that only I bring no one else. Myself
is all who delt with issues that came my way. everyone looks into my past and not what I
have become. perfection is fixing emotions and how you see life.not what someone says or
expects from you. I have so many questions, and as time goes by I slowly answer.
Sometimes I crawl, Sometimes I walk, I can't run my life is not that easy. But I just hope
one day life will get much easier
Categories:
unfought, hopelife, hope, life, planet,
Form: I do not know?
A fond thought,
kept so secretive,
rarely waves its goodbye;
close hearts are driven apart
by an unseen force very negative,
unable to unmake their destiny...
Love gives strength,
when everything else
provides no solid hope,
and as we aimlessly grope
our way up a slippery slope:
with the illusion of finding a treasure of glaring gold;
is indulgence gratified by our hasty ways of pertinence...
forgetting to be excessively lenient?
A fond thought,
once vivid and unfought,
loses its meaning through incertitude,
by attempting another substitute;
emotions are steeped in truthfulness
and devotion is built on mutual faithfulness,
if these don't exist,
trust cannot persist...
The loveliest thought
brings two together by a perceived concept;
take it away from them, with vehemence,
and they'll show great intolerance...
A fond thought
conveys no contempt;
it only imparts its sincerity,
when it attains clarity...
Categories:
unfought, devotion, hope, love, people,
Form: Rhyme