Unhook Poems

Message To Mantis

To all the male members
of the praying mantis species
a word to the wise you guys
now pay attention to my theses
whether for fun you recreate
or to mate and procreate
it's something I really would not advocate
hold on tight to your pants
love at first sight is not romance
I don't care if you look
but never dare go so far
as to unhook her bra
and whatever you do don't lose your head
as before postcoital dysphoria sets in
the female will kill you dead
she'll make a meal of you
tear you limb from limb
and if you don't believe me
when did you last see our randy brother Jim?

Clear sight

let us correct the way we look
body shell is shaped from earth’s crust 
discard all knowing, burn the book
we’re spirit, not this form of dust

God as living light, dwells in all 
let us correct the way we look
truth of our true Self please recall 
who in truth we are, we mistook

faults of others let’s overlook
know each soul’s journey is unique
let us correct the way we look
God’s light within is what we seek

sing a hymn, conjure a love verse
from ego cravings, let’s unhook 
we are one with the universe
let us correct the way we look

Undergrowth with Two Figures-Von Gogh

Two figures laughing in the tangible woodlands
just as they were the young teens during first visit
enjoying the walk through the vegetation to look
for the spot they deemed sacred for themselves 
he decided to lean against a tree to view their
carved initials in the precious bark of the seemly 
replicas rows of trees as she decided to pick colorful 
flowers to place in her hair from the abundance of them  
A beautiful day to soak up a natural nature vibe
reminiscing about the many visits, different seasons
spring being the best times, sun peeking through
the tall trees as they unpack and hook the ends of 
a hammock to relax in their familiar spot as they 
engage in deep conversations about life as usual
The sunset warns of darkness creeping in soon, so time to 
unhook the hammock to repack, walking towards the path
through the thick vegetation whilst giggling and laughing 
about a pastime that would never get old.

Autumn

The nascent sun warmth appears to emanate
The spiritual worlds charm of confidence state.
A breath whisper thrives a frail blossom;
Reclaim its exhalation colour delight-some.

A small, huff, whirlwind uplifts, swirling,
Pinwheel of fallen autumn leaves, ebbing,
Passionate rant ease, then lay unhook
Settling a pepper to a rustic idyllic look.

Existent amorous illusion scene of welcoming aweless
Sheath dress in continuance timeless solace.
Spellbound by silence sweet embracing scent
Eminently natural or synthetic trace descent.

Sunny laughter where squirrel scurry everywhere. 
Charm and seductive song of mockingbird compare. 
In an aura and its heavenly quintessence kept abreast; 
Butterflies flit, bumblebees Emerging from nestled rest.


7/21/2024

Vacationing in Saint-Tropez

He vacationed with his girlfriend in France,
Where, on the beach, he averted his glance.
Ignoring all the heat,
He kept cool and discreet,
While he carefully adjusted his pants.

'Twas praiseworthy how he tried not to look.
He cautiously put his nose in a book.
Big and itty-bitty,
What he missed, a pity,
'Til his girlfriend said, "please help me unhook."

Bear on the Shelf

There once was a bear
Who was loved for his shoes 
To a girl he was gifted
Just her cuddly muse

On a once rainy day
With a shelter required
The brolly was shaken
To it's cover retired

Then a browse through the store
With her eyes shining bright
The gloss of his footwear
Caught a beam of the light

A flash and a sparkle
Was all that it took
So a friendship was forged
That no force could unhook

As they travelled together
Through the sun and the rain
Their companionship moulded
By life's tough terrain

So the girl became woman
Then a grandma and such..
The bear became gifted
And was loved, not so much

Then one day, for some reason
His world became dark
In the silence he longed
For the girl and her spark

After years it seemed, waiting
One day it occurred
There was light and a voice
Of encouraging word

"I love him", she said
And he knew it was true
Despite fur slightly flattened
Or less sparkly shoe

He remembered way back
To the dusty old shop
Once that love lives inside you
It's a heart that won't stop

Brake Lights

Riding a great dragon’s tail through the soaking wet darkness of the early morning,
Red, 
Tails and tails of red bending through the breathing stone as I inch closer to the labour camp,
Closer and closer to the sacrificial alter of Kronos, 
Where I hang my heart from his crooked scythe of time,
In exchange for small pieces of silver,
Never big enough to free me from the great dragon’s tail that furls red through the weeping shade of bitter cold,
Never big enough to unhook my heart from his Scythe and give it full and healthy to my daughter’s,
Never big enough to leave the labour camp,
Never big enough to feel the rings of time shining long and warm on my pale skin,
Just enough to keep me coming back,
Just enough to chain me to the red tail,
Just enough to lock me away from every colour of meaning,
Just enough to enslave me in perpetual servitude,
In honour of those small pieces of silver.

Deaths Carriage

I pull back the curtains 
And out I look 
There lay a carriage, oh yes, I’m certain
Suddenly, I hear a knock at my door 
So the lock I unhook 
The door i open 
Standing there, a figure 
A creature of great lore 
Grinning, deceptively it hands me a paper and a pen 
It’s come for my soul I begin to figure 
“I’m not ready” I begin to plea 
Yet, from death there is no where to flee.

This Book

You are the author of this book
The words, sentences, paragraphs, and chapters 
Write well, and fear and procrastination do unhook 
So this book, your book, can dwell hereafter 

Write with intent and purpose 
Make sure to use a good pen and paper 
Remember to hone the body with an excursus 
Make certain your print is emboldened with no taper 

A masterpiece that is colorful, loving, bold, and clever 
A true page flipper, a reader's delight 
Like Hemingway, but your way, a New York Times bestseller 
Write your book with veracity and with all your might 

So write, and write very well, my lad
Tell your tale like Canterbury, as did Chaucer 
Let your ink indelibly imprint the world pad 
Go ahead and cast your best words because, in this book, you are the author

Don'T Unhook From the Iss

Star-pod, Ashanti, all aboard ya'll!
We're penetrating space-time's inpenatratable wall
Floating & flying through space-time atmosphere
Where the unknown is crystal-clear
So all aboard, ya'll, it's the 2nd call to see
The mysteriously darkened space-time!
Come aboard, Ashanti, come see the best prime
Don't stray too far from your pods
'Cause if you do, your lines will snap
And it will unhook from ISS's rods
Casting ya'll to your scariest doom
Your bodies will stay flying dead forever
Floating & decomposing for all of eternity
All this information - for certainly
If you float & stray far, you can simply die
If you don't wanna die - I suggest you comply
Or your 700 million dollar pod will be auctioned
That is, if you unhook, get lost, & possibly die
At any rate, if you cease to exist - consider this
A fair warning I sang
A riddlized riddle
A rusted fiddle
Come now & don't dwiddle
And with that as the door slams
& mechanically locks
You're all of a sudden in zero-gravity
Flying in Ashanti's trapeze
5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Space-time is where I'll be

For You

For you,

                             I'd risk it all.

            Yes, you're more than worth it!

          I'd give you the moon you cry for.

      I'd unhook all stars from the sable sky.

              I'd forever be your proud fool.

              There's nothing in this world

                            I wouldn't do

                                For you.




Date written: 12/14/2022

He Stuck His Tongue Out At Me

"He stuck his tongue out at me.
He made the symbol of a gun.
He pretended to shoot me.
This is NOT OKAY!”

This is being yelled to my back.
As I try to unhook this child from a fence,
So, I can lead seventeen children into the school.
I want to stick out my tongue at her, and she is a teacher.

It Seems To Be Snowing

It seems to be snowing but it’s aphids.
They look like cotton or dandelion fluff.
You wouldn’t want them on your lashes.
They cling to grass, screens & other stuff.

You wouldn’t think aphids are alive, ‘til
you take a closer look - they unhook
and fly away, like the great hymn. Still,
I first saw them at Dad’s. They’re off the hook.

On plants, ladybugs enjoy them as a snack.
Oh no! Pesticide is sometimes needed when
aphids gather in great numbers and unpack.
To memorialize them, I scribble with a poet’s pen.

10/14/2022

Me and I

I: The timid walk.
   To the exposure of mock.
   Attempts to unhook the invisible eye,
   Where am I ?
Me: Infinite warriors under the sea.
       Fetching help; be free.
       Al lost, for that intangible fee.
       Do you remember me?
My: My keen ardour,
       Left alone in the very core.

Clutter

clean out
the closet
and unhook your woes
from all hangers.
all are much too soiled
to be worn 
by your disillusioned heart.
sweep up the debris
and clear out 
the heaping pile 
of suppressed pain 
and untrustworthiness 
taking up
all the space 
in your broken heart 
to create enough room 
to let people in
once again,
for love's light 
to shine through.


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Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date written: 06/19/2022

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