Ungiven Poems

The Letter I Did Not Write To You

What is hidden behind the end? is the end a beginning?
The beginning without the selfishness that kills?
The end of the words I didn't say, and the forgiveness I didn't ask? 
will it be the same without you?
An ungiven space, an unextended hand, an unaccepted apology and an end that has no end.
if tomorrow was yesterday, I would have left our selfishness aside. 
I would have taken forgiveness from the rocks of the soul,
and I would drown in the sea of your thoughts.
and when the waves touched your feet, I would touch your hand,
in the still night, where only the two of us were sailing,
untrodden shores of bliss,
where the bare steps caressed the sand and souls,
waiting for the letter I didn't write,
and that time will bring it to you,
like a waxed message inside a bottle.

Common Threads

Collective self-consciousness,
the well where I draw
old voices and struggles
lie deep in its craw
What’s shared but unstated,
reflexively pawned
to borrow ungiven
the right to what’s wrong
Collective self-consciousness,
polarity’s friend
unspoken meridian
between fact and pretend
To wait in the memory
of what’s yet to come
released by the moment
—humanity won

(The New Room: February, 2022)

The Eyes Have It

The Eyes Have It

Eyes sharpened at the whetstone
Honed to a glistening edge,
They used them to slice and dice for

Homeworks forgotten;
Rooms left in cyclonic disarray;
Reports unfiled;
Presents left ungiven;
Promises unkept---

Scythe-like orbs slipped into you
And poured you into the ground an
Unripened watermelon pulp
oozing red and pits.

They said that eyes had not
A rapier wit, nor rending ability
Though you learned they did,
As life essence formed a puddle
Like water broken before birth.

A Prayer

O Lord, giver of LIFE and GIFTS to me,
When I finish my course and come to die,

Let there be no buried or concealed TALENTS*
May any GIFTEDNESS be yielded to your service

Let there be no TREASURES in me left unutilized;
Let there be no GIFTS from you in me yet ungiven;                                       

Let there be no CHECKS of stated amounts yet uncashed;
And let there be no CASH left un invested nor yet unspent for you.

021621FBPSCtest, Open Poetry 2, Charlotte Puddifoot                          
*Matthew 25:14-30

Coveted

A window remained open 
At night in the deep dungeons
The wind bought me some love to keep right from the door of heaven
It came by night
Invisible in the dark light
It bought me a present to keep
It bought me love in deep sleep
But now at night lying sleepless to guard the hope
I blame the night and the wind 
For giving me something 
Which i couldnt cope
For all the hurt taken the seamless sorrows remaining 
Multitude scars hidden 
Ungiven love coveted
The stairs not taken
I blame the night 
The opened windows 
For the broken love it bought me to keep

Loyalties Curse

A safe lie to make,
   outweighed T-Bone stake.
A fassad way to fake,
   not for Heavens but your sake.
Concrete ankle drowned bottom lake,
   no more time to never awake.
Live nightmared body shake,
   blind eyes glossed opaque.
Ice cream flavored frozen cake,
   ungiven life chose to take. 
Now you gotta live with that mistake,
   if I die before I wake...

I'M Sorry

 If you're wondering why I haven't made a step
Here I am giving you my answers
Hopeful I would reach you far
Anxious - if my words would be enough

I'm sorry for the late night arguments
I wish we didn't slept through it
I'm sorry for not paying attention
To the little things you did

I'm sorry for all the tears your eyes shed
I should've had just hugged you tight
I'm sorry for pushing you away
When all you ever wanted was just my hand

I'm sorry for making you wait and worried
For being in a mood of hating you deep
I'm sorry for all the ungiven kisses
I have given to the unknown happiness

To all the quarrels we had to go through
To all the cruel games we had played
To all the messages and calls we had ignored
I'm sorry for not understanding them right

And to my most painful memory, the fool was I
When the lights were off and when the curtains were down,
You gave me choices of impossible; if you turn around
I made it all possible - for opening the door

Inexplicable

INEXPLICABLE

Wondering through the scenes of earth 
Only sexagenarians will tell there is nothing to fetch

Rummage on, then and now
Astonished we are so we take a bow

So many questions with answers ungiven
Yet deliver testimonies to look uncraven

Why stay young when time is old
Our unique success is that of being bold

And to those that claim of knowledge precise
Still inevitable they find earth’s greatest price

Rumination remains always capable
But we cannot cheat the realm, forever inexplicable!

On Political Might

Lock out straight mad Doctrine based on 
reality disappear long long ago, so
be it to seeth Actions in beast not altered
magazines strewn about fault of incompetence
driven gloom in overcast, drawn out
multitudes terrorized by norm elsewhere they
terrorized by multitudes. But puppet
skip ‘long line in tune with some Sense of Truth
ungiven when to be Governed is to Accept Untruth,
scatter about world witness to this play
acted out with tremendous effort towards end, Peace,
be Vulgar manage yet overall Gods of Scriptures ruin
Earth. Injury to Foe Enemy Sound Judgment and 
Reason relative to the individual based on prudence.
Dreamt shattered plastic last night, still recollect
many wish forget; But this stays with: In Freedom
under is SLAVERY absolute; Mass stay indifferent.

Her Untold Story

Her words are silenced
Her face has been earsed
Distance is something that empowered her
She dears to be heard, seen, held close
But she has been zipped in unseen blackness
That they dont care to help 
Just sit and laugh 
Laugh at how she pins her hair short
Wraps her body in dull colors
That they cant seem to adore 
She trys to yell out and be heard to show the real her 
But they just put her on mute
And begins to ignore
She sees the hurt in their laughter and understand the beauty in hers
But they don't seem to understand in written picthers that she has
They break her soul with sharp knives
That later wont be patched
Her belly is unsteeched with dull needles
That screams for sudden help
But is typed to Presdent Nobody 
That writes return to sender unwanted help is not given
Her pain cries for ungiven happiness
That is sold to the only person she believes that listens but wishes it isn't the person that lies bentheh us 
That we dear not to share our souls to
Her voice, soul, innocence, are taken by a darken devil 
And she allows it because of them

The Explorers

We are new colonists and we embrace 
A hostile and unforgiving land. Lay 
Claim to clay covered gold by grace 
And the callous palms of tired hands, 
But the weary lesson lidded, did not 
Stay night's strife and eyes' sands. 
We poor Don Quixotes have no Camelot. 
\We left Paradise, the fruit still sweet 
Like a piper's note upon our giddy eyes, 
And edged our sugar hungry teeth 
On gaudy claims the harsh day denies 
Reversing us who came our fortunes to reverse 
On windmills and the roulette of dreams 
We had the upside down of the Midas curse. 
Poor Samsons, we, in the litter of our schemes. 
\I see land beyond forty acres ungiven 
But I see no mules except for us 
Who for fabled EL Dorado has striven 
Conquistadores mired in the plight of dust 
Our feathers are pluckt by the Atlantic storm 
And I, here serches the spectra of Job 
Amidst this new thing without border or norm 
That consumes us like locust on a withering globe.

Crack

 What is,is not often what was. For what once was,a mere childhood saying. Step upon a crack,and break your mothers back. Is not the a same crack,of todays childhood. What once were,playful words of childhood. Now lead to a world,of painful addiction. For stepping upon,the crack of today. Means dividing that drug,to spread it even farther. Dreams of childhood,so often they change. But change is painful,when it becomes a nightmare. Words are strange,like falling through the cracks. Means being lost,inbetween the lines. Cocaine has lines,and crack is crack cocaine. It's also called rock,and "The Rock" was a prison. And "The Rock" was a prison,of impossible escape. And so too is the drug,an inescapable sentence. Crack is not,a drug of mere escape. First time out,it hooks your soul forever. And as it steals your life,it also steals from others. Who you once were,to family, friends and lovers. Trust is a word,that is no longer given. For to buy your crack,you'll take what's ungiven. Acceptance soon turns,into doors that are locked. And pain in the hearts, of those who once cared.

An Ungiven Gift

An ungiven gift 
Success…a gift given to few
A pride known for some
A word that makes the world
How can I get there?
How can it be? A wall for what is right or wrong
A land to be traveled by she…
When you get there it’s hard to remember pain 
It’s right to smile and say I want to gain 
But when you fall
You don’t know what to do 
You don’t know what to say 
You don’t know what’s been wrong
You just cry and hate the world
You just curse and scream 
You just don’t know why?
You’ve studied and lay down a sweat of tire
So how come?
How come you fell?

Indirect Characters

i saw them on the streets in downtown
 portland the other day they each wore
 pieces of someone elses expressions.

 some of them were tall  like the clouds
 seem in the morning when you first look up.

 others looked different maybe more like 
me or less like you. some wore mirrors over
 their eyes,  and when they spoke it sometimes
 sounded like yagasaki moriah todoi. 

 the words would bounce off of the pavement 
like scattered scrabble pieces.  i would pick up 
one then another as i turned my head.

 i became very proficient at wandering and 
collecting all things ungiven out of the corners 
of my eyes. third person twice removed we 
all watched each other.

Forget It

Ageless sky looks down
With wisdom ungiven
How many have walked where I have been
Whose eyes have brightened at discoveries I thought were made anew
Silver stars that watched, so too
Will see me pass through

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