Unsheathing Poems | Examples

The Art of Identity

The words
cease to resonate,
not my voice's fault
nor the walls,
it is the absence of
my yang,

sister self;
emerging,
new world
unsheathing its 
unease:
there were two
cries of joy.

Reverberation or
affirmation,
and was there ever
a difference
in the sando shops 
where we stole 
tuna mayo onigiri,
or in the hospital,
where we were no longer
wide-eyed and 
buck-toothed,

and you learned
your husband was infertile;
you hadn’t seen
your reflection
in years,
no matter how much
I tried 
to see mine,

so in the bridges
where the futatsu dirty
faced bandits
used to roam;
one on the side
where the stars
could greet her
and the other
facing the earth
and its restraints,
only tremors
from our lips,
identical tones;
I was your shadow,
you, the moon.

Now; in the barren
cadence of one-half
of a voice,
with her half message,
the hitotsu
phantom warrior
cuffed herself
to the hand-made robes
and teary-eyed skies
of her memories.

Roots

Roots

Unsheathing the bloody sword
Unearthing many sorrows
Gathering countless pains 
unveiling selected illusions
With roots and roots 
of wails and dreads 
devouring guilty minds

Honorable Death

Deus Volt I scream by my brother's side,
a distinct bell rings measuring 39mm wide,
high stepping over the deconstructed rubble,
klashnikov volley is what's giving us trouble,
our advancement through the city begins to slow,
primary and secondary left with one mag to go, (clink)
armor so tight it impedes the breathing, (clank)
honor steps in like a sword unsheathing, (clink)
clinking of a grenades stops under my chest,
my brothers have been saved you know the rest.

The Living and Dead in 2024

Ye old poets, cause my demise.
My fingers release no signature.
Foolishly, in foolish times,
used to instant gratification,
I want to leave a comment.

Ye old poets, what you do to me;
get under my skin; your lips move
with vicarious words - you have a way
with them, (and because your dead to me)
I can say…with me.

Ye ole Frost, and Burroughs too,
paint the most amazing images,
unsheathing the natural in ways
that Consume me. You slay me.

I’m bound in your grasp, my lips alive,
my eyes on your poetic body,
as I breathe out the bequeathed
of ye old poets, dead.

Swordsman

His bold spirit soared as he began
With swiftly unsheathing his sword.

Weary Warrior

I bravely gird myself again
to do battle
at morning’s first light
Unsheathing my sword
to take the field alone
for I have no allies
A warrior weary of the fight
my armor dented and rusted
having long ago lost its lustre
I will gain no ground
There will be no conquest
no prize 
no golden crown or throne to win
Victory is what it has always been 
since the moment of my birth
Surviving another day to stand 
despite my many wounds
my blood like claret 
from a broken bottle 
dripping in the dirt
where every flower I’ve 
ever planted in my life
has been trampled 
before they could bloom
by the enemy rushing upon me
determined to strike a blow 
from which I will not rise
No one will tell tales
of my glorious deeds 
long after I am dead
When the day is done
I’ll lay this battered body down
to rest in an empty bed

The Silent Plead

He tread the path                
Trudging and grunting 
Toward a deadened hope 

Vesting on his armour 
While taking off
His own honour 

Unsheathing his sight 
As his trusted sword 
He doubled his drag

Then with a  song
Sounding his faith
He made a silent plead

The New Griots--Pouring Down Raining Words

The New Griots—Pouring Down Raining Words
From the wombs
of our pregnant minds
may our charged words
drop like God’s tears
reaching the depths
of the precincts 
 of your souls
seeping like His raindrops
to swollen  roots
anchoring life anew
birthing thunderstorms
of revelations
missed in oral tradition—now 
staining sheets of thin pulp
with silent echoes—silent echoes
once etched in dry sand—time
unsheathing truth’s truth—unlocking 
opening doors and windows
into new souls—new souls
seeking those creative leaps of mind
of the new Griots—rain dancers
inking rhythmic words
flowing like a speaking river
meandering
   trials
                       tribulations
   traditions
                       peace
   love 
meandering Minerv-like 
between double clef river banks:

Come walk in the mist
of our rain—pitter pattering words
singing salient songs of life
showering selves in truth and glory.

What Does the Fox Say

Vulpine barhopper
bays pick up line to new moon
Mama-dum-day-do

Feline target wails
unsheathing sharp claws to show
Hatee-hatee- ho

Grizzly bouncer comes
rescues feline in distress
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pow!

Fallen Knight

Fealty in service of love
For what I had came from above
Shadows fled wherever I stepped
They smiled back at me, knowing the end

A kingdom pure; innocent in peace
Its fires bright, my sword always sheathed
But I was scared of losing her heart
The wars I’d seen could tear it apart

Shadows spoke of crumbling walls
The city’s strength was starting to fall
The rising moon whispered of fate
A darkness within began to awake

A kingdom I could never let die
Such beauty, I thought, could never be mine
I dreamt of loss, and had nightmares of doubt
When I awoke, the monster was out

My precious home, besieged and at war
I heard the screams of thousands or more
I rose at once, unsheathing my rage
Toward the heart I slaughtered and maimed

This kingdom I swore to protect
My queen was lost, and a monster was left
I thrust my sword through to its heart
The pain I dealt was only the start

The sun arose, burning my eyes
I dropped the sword, and began to realise
My love is lost, and the shadows were me
This monster killed his beautiful queen

Skipping Rocks To Destiny

A silken tongue
lapped the ethereal,
running palms to
part a sheen of need
shuddering in waves,
pushing aside restraint
hung to disarray,
falling into realms
undiscovered


A new dawn smiled
and tri-coloured eyes
meet


Sprinkled in the moment,
an unsheathing begun,
speared in lust.
and glazed  
into the only one


I fade to nirvana
in the knowing 
when sated passions 
bent at the corner 
of your mouth
it was then 
I knew


Destiny, 
had warped time,
finding me again

Every Bone

Soothe the mind with troubles past,
pain and suffering that will not last.
Understanding simple facts,
relates your thoughts to heart attacks.

On the brink of chaos' siege,
this crippling pain drops me to my knees.
Take my soul, but leave my heart.
For its been severed from end to start.

Relieve the pressure from under my wings,
and let my eyes feel nature's breeze.
Slowing time, or timing slow.
Erratic emotions erect and show.

No more hiding beneath the soil,
beyond unsheathing this hellful toil.
Reflectively shown the sun will beam.
Above your sins, He's on your team.

So rise again but do not fall;
allow your fears to dissipate small.
For when this misery has left its home,
there will be life in every bone.

The Hunter

Darkness surrounds me 
Leaves whisper in the wind
Shadows all around me
As I manoeuvre downwind 

Like a dark patch of silence
I move low through the brush
My muscles pent up violence
Ready for the final rush 

I catch a scent upon the air
Musky and fresh in the night
I pause briefly to stare 
But nothing yet is in sight

Onward I slink through the dark
Listening hard for little sounds
Trying to pick out my mark
Hiding in these dense surrounds

At last I hear their breathing
Coming from close up ahead
My claws I am unsheathing
My hunger will soon be feed

My whole body quivers ready
Like a fleshy coiled spring
But I appear calm and steady
While all my tendons sing

The soft and furry quarry
Lies unaware not far ahead
I will soon pounce with glory
And devour it shred by shred

It lifts its head in question
Way too late to save itself
Panic fills its expression 
But I just grin myself

I surge forward like an arrow
And with claws I grip it tight
I can already taste the marrow
My blood lust at its height

Finally it struggling ceases 
And I bring my teeth to bear
I rip its soft flesh to pieces
And my hunger stops its glare

Imploding Decimation

When all is said and done
the dust begins to settle
and all the pieces standing
are forced back into mellow

The melancholic return
in oblivious absense
monotony abounds
and still nothing happens

A fercent felt desire
a yearning for some depth
Unsheathing of mine eyes
reveals there's nothing left

Inconsistent surging swells
of pent up cooperation
man made soul a super nova
an imploding decimation

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