Untimed Poems | Examples

The Shepherd

The staff of my Father enjoining the past
futurity’s herding a bleating morass 
The bloodline of orphans forever is linked 
tattooing the flock with invisible ink
The first time the last time when nearing the end
tomorrow’s ungifted excuses portend
And times better nature is better untimed
 beginning and ending forever conjoined
Eternity’s fenceposts hem in with disdain
all future inclemency fire and rain
But just as that last final sheep stays unsold
— my Father returns to re-shepherd the fold

(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)

Snow

The untimed snow rushed insulted against the glassed shoulders on the poster,
and they were made of paper, they were bare…
It cried, scalded, on the painted, colorful faces,
and they were made of paper, they were bare…
Its outraged tears transformed into tears of joy,
and through them they were still smiling,
not caring for the bitter cold,
in defiance of the delayed spring,
Because they knew,
It could not wash away their colors,
It could not cover their bare shoulders.

Watch

I used to live in a watch 
I followed the movements of the screws and cogs 
It isn’t till recently I broke out of that box 
Now I live life untimed 
Free from the rudementary 

But without that who are we 
Without purpose, movement or symmetry 
Without the hand the face is lost 

Now I’m a watch without batteries forever stoped 

If only I were a sun clock, then my dependability would never stop 

But a las I am not 
I am not
But a faceless clock to a lost watch 
Forever stoped

Gale Force

A tempest swept in,
transporting my thoughts

The past to the future,
and back to today

Recapturing memories,
beginning again

Untimed reminiscence
—the present relayed

(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)

Mammoth Drift

Taken sideways, swept as a web strung spider
Sand sugar legged staggered specimen lured by weightless
            Drifters soon to be lifted by unruly tide's violent 
Fears ditched for the squall enthrall of ocean fizzed caress

           Bolstered by booming blue brew, cork floated
Swell surmounts without pattern or rationale, contankerous
          Bobbed from below, five foot heads promoted
Bounced jack in boxes sprung from rolling realm rapturous  

             By tide's untimed tumult, sea steamed unite
 Sapphire stew participants simmer, softening vegetables 
           Drawn to next wily wave, crest conquer delight 
 Drag of salt soaked slow motion moon cascade incredible

           Roaring turquoise rise, crumb humans crafted
Into toys at mercy of lapis lazuli, control's essential revoke
          Track formation, tremor with desirous laughter
Brought to cool commotion by compulsion utterly unspoke




26th September 
  -  For Ace -

Cilantro's Molest

Delicately smoke stacks rose in tendrils
From my lobotomised mind, tracks of steam
Channels which searched for surrendour 
Teased unfamiliar air aflame, eventual glean

Chances which blind chases never uncovered 
Now relaxed stance soul caresses confirm
Worth in the venture for connections recovered
Ratified tangible textures of trust returned

Sharply sprung tongue sprig of marjoram burst
Sends corresponding signals sweet salty
Cardboard dry enclosure summoned my thirst
Seasoned with fish fall apart white sultry

Flipped on my untrained pallette, ripe silk drips 
Nourished throat thrums an unsung tempo 
New reward captured bite butters impatient lips 
Slippery flesh accosts a switched off depot

Aniseed's dark unrivalled flavour pinnacle 
Nasal travelled spice kidnaps bland indecision 
Abrupt acetic fingers, processing difficult 
Held captive by capers strange punch derision 

Ambience clink clanks cutlery's untimed tune
Calls faithful patronage who pay in blood
Inner soft lobsters promise flesh of high noon
Claw shards pave a love path summoned




20th September 2020

The Rainy Day

Th cloud looked like airy anvils drifting under the gleaming disc of the sun,
Suddenly it became churlish and kraken-cruel,
The ansty swollen tar-black and large cloud began to roar in a fearsome way,
The summer solstice had ushered in the rainy season.

Great gouts of water were coughed out,
And it thunked here and there,
People walking on the streets ran for cover,
Making different colours of umbrellas to cram the horizon.

A tinkling sound came to people's ears,
As the first pearls of rain dropped onto the the rooftops. 
The sound was like the glassy clinking of a champagne flute, lilting and clear,
Again, a fierce and tumultuous thunder rattled the air, with frequent lightening ravaging untimed.

It teemed down in a biblical deluge, flooding the street's sewage and roads,
The sea, that gleamed still, like a myriad-petaled rose,
The sun, like a great dragon, couldn't writhe in gold.
I'm cold to numbness while the farmers are smiling.

An Untimed Shower

Seafoam dreams massage deep into my scalp,
as uncomely thoughts drift drain-ward destined. 
A warm, white noise water rush of comfort 
cradles me back to the days of my womb home, 
with the only goal of growing and thriving.


11/9/19

Fantasy Escapes

No clock can lay claim
  to the moment untimed

Though hands finely set
  still a mystery divine

Each tick plays a cadence
  to what is now past

But what of the future
  its measure uncast

We plot and record it
  hours, minutes, they chime

As all fantasy escapes
  —this delusion of time

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

Fancy That

Fancy that?
You didn’t think?
Fancy that?
You didn’t care?

Years alone with only you to feed my solitude of despair
Years alone, in my mind planning your hurt - some evil kind!

Fancy that?
It never sailed through your mind!
Fancy that?
You never thought of my boy in all this time?

Look at him in this photograph
Look at him smiling - he was about to laugh!

Look at that face, look at them eyes
You stole me of that, you took away my only treasured prize!

Wait! Your eyes have glazed - you cannot die!

Fancy that?
This is my life!
Giving you a heart attack was not my prize!

Fancy that?
Revenge untimed!

An Ending That Rhymes

If you knew the words were killing you,
  would you choose then not to write

Would more calendar days still left to live
  make up for the darkness and blight

Would the time by days now measured
  equal those countless moments untimed

Would you die then forever—and over again
  or just once in an ending that rhymed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)

Self-Destruction

Long ago in the not too distant future, whence temporal tense was but a phase,
I found myself afloat inside my head, from where I feared I'd fall within its haze.

Trapped by the door on the ceiling of my cranium's oubliette, 
Where light had broken yonder windows worn by Juliette. 

The pneumatic nebula of neurosis had bubbled and bursted in form of wicked psychosis,
Inspiring psychiatric summons and prescribed pills privy to such professional diagnosis.

Schizophrenic entelechy of the dopamine dripping upon a scalp's sedated skin,
Had enlightened my mind to see that which inside had neither yet to end nor to begin.

Varieties of verisimilitude art had been invited by the venomous arriviste,
I became to seek in euphoric ecstasy; the self of which those swallowed does consist.

And whence the nuance of unrequited redamancy diverted its loving chance,
Entropy of the heart entrapped me in its congestive and failing rhythmic trance.

Alas, the serendipity of ataraxy has been stripped from my cold crying hands,
As I'm shaved into a homunculus machine ticking on an untimed glass of sand.

Passing Whispers

Waves of fractures streak through us
but reside close by
Unsung deeds disguised as if no one would know 
They grow naturally...
Sands of untimed dishonesty lining retracted vows,
seeking empty hour-glasses...
And feeding crevices some call 
our fate rendered

We stretch the sands to weave staggered steps... 
Freeze our gait
when such sapping moments cease to abide 
our intricate tryst,
Replicate the fractures
when our void ceases to inspire substance...

Call on words we know face a spring, 
yet no fall 
A trendy swing...
but not a rhyme 

Assign remaining symbols 
to deflatable tasks 
Alluring intent...
to passing whispers

As Time Stood Still

My pen finds pause
my body is broken,
a weighted horror
cleaves my breast

The strings of hope sliced
as I put dreams to the sword,
but hands now whisper to stars
across a fabric brushed heaven

Tomorrow is a lie of mysteries
today is in the now of knowing,
Like burning comets the pain
thrashes into my hearts core

A journeys end now nears
the roads all find dead ends,
revived from a morass of mourning
eyes are filled with oceans

A dirge plays and dances
in a procession free of flesh,
as shadows carry me home
infinitesimal tears find silence

I am weary of time
I've smashed the clocks
crushed every watch
tick tocks, now stopped

With the enemy defeated
I forge ahead untimed,
wild and finally free
uncaged from fear and doubt

In truth tomorrow has been
gone in thousands of minutes,
the sandman flies in golden dust
that's now sparkling my eyes
 
In sleep I shall find eternities gate
holding it open yet never entering,
until your hand slips into mine
time my love will stand in my mind

Until we meet again ...

I Am Taking Back the Words

His thoughts are racing.
He is a clever man.
Adverse winds a-chasing.
Eagles soaring with command.

Mere trampling of this soil,
a massive anthill built.
We mourn the young man’s untimed? death,
the unseen had him ill.
Distant wheels are screeching - Bang!
Man-made let her down.
I’m taking back the words I said.
I saw it made you frown.

Wisdom?
Sacred blood coursing my veins.

My thoughts;
Eagles soaring with command
Exalting Her
and what by God was made.

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