Blaring lights of glaring savauge,
Gaudy surmise ceased to suprise
Light of darkness, sun to the sky,
In sight to sanitise the tear of thy eye
Unswept and wept 'pon broken bodice,
Wept and kept and hounded the goddess
Fanned the fawn of cauterised fallace,
Hell of cold, unearthly palace
Chaste and torn chest of satis,
Man to maid and hound of malice
Seam to see unravel of ravage,
Goddess to test the fondest of savage.
Categories:
unswept, for him,
Form: Couplet
White rope of sunlight
Tethered through my chest
Shot clean through to my spine.
Gordion knotted to my backbone.
I can feel the knuckles of it
Between my shoulder blades.
Pinching rope with a yawn.
No contortion reaches the lonely
Mark, the treasure on a map.
I have never begged for the sword,
I never imagined needing it.
My wrists are too weak,
Sinew is salt, muscle manicled.
Sometimes, as if in a dream
The rope slackens as sunlight
Slips beneath the sleep crusted
eyelid of dusk. Dust on the
windowsill dances—-Celebrating.
Is it for me? A reverie? Or
The potential, praise for one more day
Unswept, unkempt, a knot of effort
Unmassaged can swell to blackness.
Categories:
unswept, tree,
Form: Free verse
You may talk of submarines
And of other war machines
As you sip your beer and talk of yesteryear.
You may even look with awe
At the ships that roll and yaw,
And the carriers as steady as a rock.
And what’s prettier to see
Than a ‘can’ while out at sea
With her bow that’s dancing through the brine.
A destroyer, tough as nails
Boarding seas bury her rails
Staying vertical is truly an ordeal.
To the frigates plaudits go
They put on a graceful show
As they sleekly speed along at sea.
But there is a far-famed ship
And to her our caps we tip
To the Sweeper who was where we’re heading now.
See their sweeps when they outreach
Clearing paths from deep to beach
For landing craft to bring the soldiers through.
Knowing mines unswept ahead,
Resolutely then they thread
And their sweep gear clears a channel for the fleet.
So we give them our salute
Every mine-sweeping galoot.
And raise a toast to them when they’re ashore.
Categories:
unswept, boat, devotion, history,
Form: Rhyme
Unrestrained Summer Fun
Unrestrained summer fun. Uninvited Feds frolicking, throwing unarmed people in unmarked vans. Rollers ride, with unchecked power, distributing death to those undeserving of it. Millions sick, from unseen marauders. Poets fueled, by undead spirits.
Unrestrained summer fun.
Under a bridge sleeps the undignified welcome committee for the unjustly unemployed. Unpaid rent leads to under-served sleep on unswept ground. Underneath is an under current, threatening to leave an entire nation undone.
Unrestrained summer fun.
Understanding what it means to be under the undermining influence of unrestrained summer fun is undesirable. Patiently we wait to no longer live under the gun.
A train travels under a bridge. I’ll try not to end up underneath it.
Categories:
unswept, analogy, anger, anti bullying,
Form: Free verse
Sixty year old cabinet hinge squeaks
Pain as owner bends her knees
A long relationship at its peak
Cling wrap drops upon the floor
Carpal tunnel lessened her grip
Cabinet door hangs loose from core
Stiff painful back slows grabbing wrap
Lying upon unswept white tiles
Angels hoover near as she collapsed
Categories:
unswept, analogy,
Form: Tristich
Morning Thoughts
By: Miracle Man
1-10-2020
This morning,
Shadows from days gone, whisper past;
Of other times, other people, other places.
“Dust Bunnies” from psyche’s unswept corners,
where so long they’ve rested undisturbed.
Some so vague they no longer have faces,
just names, or circumstances.
I sit, eyes half glassed, bathing in thoughts
that crawl across my mind like a Snail,
and now vanishing with the speed of a Cheetah.
Categories:
unswept, memory, nostalgia, people, places,
Form: Free verse
One who has anger kept
Has never ever he leapt
Beyond boundary and wept
For his misfortune slept
Because of his wrong concept
As Ashwathama’s concept.
Nobody here is ever unwept;
So don’t always backswept
By certain emotions inept
Like Anger and have percept
Which lead you be a nympholept.
Be the person who has crept
For perfection – void of windswept –
Attained salvation and stepped
Into ever-increasing peace precept.
Those who avoided it adept
To tell that peace in mind unswept;
Anger, A Vice not Virtue except
For those who has clear concept.
Categories:
unswept, anger,
Form: Monorhyme
Blood-full, swollen
Ripe with hunger
of all varieties
Fevered, sweltering
A sweaty temple
Rusted, cobwebbed
Unswept and unwashed
Distant, Left swinging
In the wind, far from notice
Heat lightning! Strike the ground!
Boil, tumble, the shape of your mouth!
Fire, fire, red fire! Melting to the bone..
Oh, oh, oh! Before, during, after!
All the time! More, more, more butterflies
More everything, more throbbing, heaving!
Oh god, can't stop laughing!
..
Failed, glass-blown thing
Knocked off the edge of a ship
Filling with silt, cement and bile
Smothered, frozen veins,
locked into place, eyes closed
Too tired, too heavy
To utter another word
Peeking through a keyhole
Moving around in the chrysalis
Thinking, only a little, about
Reaching out, or in, or in between
Sleepy but curious, again
Flesh is building up, maybe it's time
to come down stairs for breakfast
Categories:
unswept, loss, love,
Form: Free verse
A dark whispering fear clogs
my mind like an old Victorian
chimney, unswept for decades.
An over anxious lump sticks to
my throat like the mucus of a
thousands deadly plagues.
Insomniac mist settles on my
eyelids only to be disturbed by
the halluigenic patterns of the
wallpaper dancing in 3D before
my eyes.
The pit of my stomach like an
endless well.
Hot irons impending their
flames with every twist of my
sleepless night.
My instinctual nature alive,
alert and awakened - my
civilised mind screams for
sleep.
The shadows pull my eyes into
a satanic blank stare.
My reflection is only
recognisable by habit.
The clock - tick tocks.
Dawn breaks.
Only to begin again.
Categories:
unswept, absence
Form: ABC
Although it’s almost autumn
And the stands are stacked with mums,
It somehow feels like we’ve been stuck
With summer’s unswept crumbs.
For temps are in the 70’s,
So folks are wearing shorts;
And baseball scores are still a part
Of all the sports reports.
There’s watermelon in the stores
And burgers on the grill;
Mosquitoes buzz around the screens,
Their thirst for blood to fill.
Yet shops are decked for Halloween
And football season’s started.
Ice cream trucks have hushed their bells
And for the south departed.
The almost-fall’s confusing.
We’re betwixt and we’re between;
But Mother Nature, with her paintbrush,
Soon will intervene.
When oaks and elms and maples
Sport their red or russet hues,
Then autumn will be here for real
And we won’t have to choose.
Categories:
unswept, autumn,
Form: Rhyme
Sunrise beach walkin'
no need for talkin'
when elements transcend all language.
My hand in your hand hold
seashells unswept by calm
receding tide
still swelling.
Burnt umbers stroke aqua
marines break through gull
wing thunder haloed
in hallowness.
No space for shallowness
much less for callowness
hope for tomorrow struts sure gently
proffered, dawn's break of night.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Turns me on!
Categories:
unswept, nature,
Form: Free verse
ma nature cleans house....
under a carpet of snow
piles of unswept leaves
Categories:
unswept, nature
Form: Haiku