Unremembered Poems | Examples

Only the Unremembered will Remember You

Give me a memory
that never did occur,
not to you or anyone else.

Life is full of recollections
they sprout like scenic views
of a dead planet.
The past is only resurrected
by the already dead.

When you pass go
you have not left the prison
you have jumped back into it.

O my poor dead lovers,
my enemies and pals.
O all those poor begotten weeds
of momentary flesh,

let us once more besiege
any musty, old curiosity shop
beg a hoary taxidermist,
once more
for an everlasting history
of all that never was.

Ivory Flakes

Pearlescent specks were sprinkles in a sky
that would have been dark but for the white
of those ivory flakes I saw
twirling so tranquilly down.
Swirls of serenity  -
those pearls of the night
filled me sweetly
with delight
before 
bed.
When 
I woke,
I looked out
my window to
see what night had brought.
While I had been buried
in dreams gone unremembered,
dull barren land of December
lay enfolded pristinely beneath
a beautiful argent eiderdown quilt.

Scapegoat

Punished for nothing and sacrificed
For the sake of its murderers vanity
They victimized you to satisfy
Their own uplifting insanity
What was the subliminal god's reaction?
Seems he wasn’t too pleased with that
So quoting Mick Jagger, no satisfaction
Has appeared as a matter of fact
Mortal sins have exceeded all expectations
The worst get unlimited power
The wise have diluted in million variations
Their wisdom, to build more glass towers
The poor peaceful animal is unremembered
Under hassles and troubles of things
Kindness of the humble ones has been slandered
Evil thrive on the order it brings 
What now, how about satisfaction
Where’s that god, is he not far around?
Pandora is setting up box production
And that scapegoat still falls on the ground.

Travel On

I travelled like the sun in the sky 
With route unknown and path unsaid
Lone to shine like gold in the day 
Unremembered, assumed to be okay. 
As I search and search for the end to this all
A cul de sac, a blocking wall
My prayers go unheard and I travel on.

Just Part Of The Magic Of Being Alive

Have I done enough good 
to offset the bad
have I delivered enough performances 
that were deemed acceptable
to place in the chorus-line 
my performances that were not
or
are my disappointing performances
out there centre-stage
whilst those that were pleasing  
perform a bit part
a supporting role
unnoticed and unremembered
part of the scenery 
a piece of the backdrop
against which my disappointments  
powerfully present 
well-remembered 
indelibly definitive
give a command performance
have I become type-cast
rendered immutable
do I need to re-think my character
review my lines
change my costume
re-invent myself
or
do I become less of the harsh critic
the unflinching detractor
and give myself a break
go a little easy
allow what is me
to just be
am I faced with a conundrum
or
is the whole shebang 
not a mystery
something be solved
but purely 
just part of the magic of being alive.

Teach Me a Lesson

There's a beach ball stuck in the rafters of the pool, It's been there for the 7 years I've been coming here, It contains air from the lungs of an unknown person, An essence that rests here though they left and likely never considered the fact, I wonder all the places, There, I've left pieces of me, I've caught sight of the unknown, Known but not seen, Recalled gently where my presence never left a place but I never returned, Sometimes I encounter it with a long lost friend who has a memory or an item I made, a saying or dance I embodied that they kept somehow, There are some people I'd like to ask – who I was in that moment of my life when we passed, I hope those fragments are more than the air I breathed on an unremembered day, And the reason people smile and hold an item in their hands to conjure back as I do on occasions, Small links of the unforgotten piece me together as someone who existed. 



August 11, 2023.

Volleyball In the Rafters

Above the public pool
a volleyball so cool
stuck for years
in the rafters
Someone’s
breath of life
trapped in
it’s bladder
Evidence of
their lingering
presence, me
wondering
if they ever
pondered the 
relevance of
the essence they
left behind?
Singsong thoughts
turn inward …
What about me?
In all the places
I’ve been,
pieces of me,
residual traces
of myself 
left behind,
cast away!
Small links, unforgotten,
faithfully preserved
by old friends—
threads of connection
reinforced by timeless bonds—
who keep my words,
moves (dancing!), and
shared memories as
precious cargo,
cherished keepsakes,
A clear reminder that
I exist!  I matter!
I’m something much more
than simply air I breathe 
on an unremembered day …
Like that beautiful volleyball
in the rafters

W I L S O N ! ! !

A Contest Collaboration In Open Form

a beach ball stuck 
   in the rafters of the pool
it's been there 
for the 7 years
 I've been coming here

 It contains air 
     from the lungs
 of an unknown person
 an essence 
that rests here 
as though they never left 
 
 I wonder of all the places
     I've left pieces of me
caught sight of 
     but unknown
 & recalled gently

 my presence has never left 
but 
I never returned

it's similar
with a long lost friend 
who has a memory 
or 
an item I made
 a saying or dance 
I embodied
 they kept 

 some others
I'd like to ask 
  - who was I 
in that moment of my life

  such fragments 
are more than the air 
I breathed 
on an
 unremembered day

 perhaps  
such are
the reason people smile 
holding a memory
 in their hands
 & conjure back 
               as I oft do 
 small links
     to the long forgotten
 pieces of me 
of a someone
 who existed
                  ...then

Anzac Day

For my Grandfather, Australian 9th Light Horse.

He died 
when I was just emerging
from the unremembered,
he left
with the sound
of muffled sobs
coming from
his room.

My Grandfather lived
in yellowed photographs
and the torn patches
of fabric souvenired
from a downed 
Turkish biplane.
His sword 
was too heavy
for a child to lift.

On each Anzac Day
I would open
a battered biscuit tin
to count his medals
and the broken teeth
on an old
set of dentures.
As a child, I worried 
that he had gone
to heaven
without his teeth.

Note.
ANZAC refers to Australian and New Zealand
Army Corps, specifically to soldiers serving 
1914 - 1918.  ANZAC Day is a day of remembrance 
for all those who gave their lives in service and for those who served in defense of the Nation in all wars. ANZAC Day
is held on the 25th April in both Australia and New Zealand.

My Happily Ever After

Do you remember how close we used to be?
It was me & you & you & me
You were the fresh air I breathed
You were the touch of sanity & normalcy I need
When it was you & me...
My pen-pal within my unremembered dreams
You were the lenses in my glasses to see
The pep in my step of everyday things
& the trainor that wouldn't clip my wings
You were my summer's heat & my skip-a-heartbeat
The creator of my clay lucky charms
The rationalization in my alarms
The difference in magnetic history
In the computer screen - man of all mystery
The justified conscience on my shoulder
The positivity-promoting moulder
The diamond in a cave of sapphires & gems
The executioner of pointless sins
Your biggest fan & my cheerleader person
Your wisdom I'll continue immersing
You were my basking glory - my happy story
With you a second was never boring
The logical black-hat stacker
& the Holly-hacker
My best friend who always knew
When my day was gonna end up blue
The perfect content for my chapters
My Happily Ever After

Why Should I Fear Death

Why should I fear death?
Did I ever fear my birth?
From unknown I had dropped
Like a star from constellations
Unremembered...
Naked!
Treasure-less!
Helpless…!
Whatsoever I got
I got here;
Whatsoever I spent
I spent here…
How many pots
I had been eating from
Have broken…?
How many wells and streams
I had been drinking from
Have dried up...?
How many clothes
I had been wearing
Have torn…?
Hadn't all my residing places
Temporary...?
Gold and silver and precious stones
Had been for stage-performances
Once the ballet was done
They were undone…
Uncertainty had been my asset
That will be when I die as well...
Why should I fear?
I am saving for me
Treasures of goodness -
Pure thoughts
Kind words
Good deeds...
These will come with me,
Though nothing I might 
Tangibly carry
When passing from
This life to the other...


08 October 2022

Evaluations

EVALUATIONS

out
  of sight
lapsed
  into
obscurity
unfashionable
   unremembered
still noble

belatedly
repurposed
so
sensitive
  &compelling
thisss
persuasive
tension
    presenting
impressions
 in masterly
conformity
 with
 cumulative
&disruptive
force
steadily
 enriching
&
 deepening
understanding

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand

I Rose

Several years ago today
They reckoned me unbefitting for their ears
Per the yardstick of the day
Their percipience was disparaging
But still I rose

By their clairvoyance I was infecund
Plainly no reason to cogitate about me
For they could not glimpse any merit in me
Fate was for me to be unremembered
But still I rose

Like a seed that sprouts and becomes a big tree
I rose
Like a prolific plant that bears great fruits
I rose
Now with relish they can eat my fruits
And realize the mistake that they did
For in spite of all that, I rose.

Respect For the Sunken Sea

Respect for the Sunken Sea
David J Walker

Call home the bison to blacken 
And roam freely the prairie floor 

Once more as if farms failed and
Farmer flailed about a desperate ruin 

The rains run north or south but never 
Here nor never there 

The dry air invites the sun to 
Turn the towns left to rust

Into the dust of simmered measures of
Unremembered history 

Call home the eventual grasses guarding
The parched ground where the

Sound of the wind winds and refines
The prayers offered to departed fathers

The passing path is shrouded in silence

The Mystery of the Girl and Monsters

the mystery of the girl and monsters
in the fog, lost, precarious knocking,
lighthouses, antique dresses,
the back and forth of my imagination.

at sea - the deep, dark movement
of unseen waves, unremembered
dendrites firing at each suspenseful turn.
the real storm, unrelenting all-night-feast
of thunder cracks and lightning bolts -

has Frankenstein’s monster come alive?
the scary knock at the door - don’t answer it!

we laugh so hard, how imaginings and story
support our fear. likewise, the top of the hill -
are you kidding it’s dark? one must

not venture where one might spy a host
of trouble; but the girl you’d follow
in the drizzly mist, to the fashionable past -
inviting, suspiciously exciting, an escape.

with monsters, well…watch out for the tale -
a little-red-riding-hood-precautionary blow.

7/2/2022

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