Intentionally hunt for fire's content
Out of deliberate brain's obscurity
The mind to rely cannot find portent
All is ghostly absent of purity
Appearance left blank, thoughts untraceable
They are words that do not exist at all
Yet passions though, are not erasable
Ordering thinking to answer its own call
Empty visible crafts, untouchable
Thinking you are doing the right thinking
Should we say words are duly touchable
Creating brave meaning and order linking
Mind and man in their own clueless substance
How hope and dream cling to varying essence!
There was a time
When my faith was unshakeable
The Lord proved
That I was remakeable
His love for me
Was simply not mistakeable
The Holy Spirit’s strength
Was totally unbreakable
For forsaking me
He was incapable
His call on my life
Was just so inescapable
But I went rogue
And became insatiable
I thought His love
Would just be replaceable
In the world I could hide
And then become untraceable
Write my own ticket
My desires now obtainable
But such a life
Is so unsustainable
Bent and broken
I’m biodegradable
I’ll never get home
The chasm unscalable
Would He take me back
That seemed so debatable
My life got so twisted
My actions so hateable
I didn’t deserve it
My soul was unrateable
Consumed with despair
My steps were retraceable
At His gate I cried
My debt is unpayable
He opened the gates
How is this explainable
You are my son
That is not erasable
Such love as this
Simply unrestrainable
Between the blades of dewy grass
Mingle the particles of fresh dust
Their colour bleached to grey.
A bird descends and pecks for food,
Finding nothing it ascends today
Climbs higher than the trees, away.
Weeks go by without a soul
Tending the ever growing grass.
I chose that tranquil spot
For them to be blended in the soil
That many years before received
The bleached grey dust of her lover.
The years will effectively combine
Them in the soils embrace and then
She will be lost, untraceable,
Indistinguishable, shall become one.
My parent's will be done.
© Allen Ansell 2025
It can be an unaccepted valuable advice.
An unheard shout not allowed to voice.
The feeling of loneliness amongst a crowd.
A silent cry always wanting to be loud.
A neglected suggestion which is the best.
A marathon of thoughts forced to take rest.
A personal emotion never understood in public.
A simple soul always wanting to be heroic.
A scar is often invisible and untouchable.
Deep rooted in the heart but untraceable.
Where do all the pens go
that's what I wanna know
Did we give them to friends
who might keep them (depends)
Maybe burglars stole them
but not jewelry or gem
Or snagged by the goblins
scribbling with impish grins
They might move, we forget
--the final place it set
In a pile of papers
those inky escapers
Did they all take a hike
their pens' union on strike
Joined up with art supplies
--their artistic allies--
Hidden deep in the drawer
wishing to write no more
Check the desk! Check my purse
cuz nothing could be worse...
...than when a pen's needed
but they've all receded--
--to some faraway realm...
of untraceable whelm
(Inspired by Anne Frank's "Ode to my Fountain Pen")
Alone
Hungry and Thirty
Loss
Surrounded by trees and swamp
One could be animal food
As darkness falls into the night
Bearings unknown
One can lose their mind
Trance of thought to nowhere
Movement pause
Frightened
Heart pounds
Environment nature sounds
Never ending
Wonder
How, When, and If
Unsearchable
Perhaps even untraceable
How long able?
Wilderness binge
Over and out
Most beautiful child she is like a paradise fairy
Now wounded and hospitalized in Adana City
Belonged ‘anonymous’ tag she in intensive care
Heart cries much though she is not my daughter
Only six month baby girl whose parents can’t be found
The doctors feed her to save life though injured round
Oh; what a severe case of unidentified children she is
Whose parents are dead or untraceable rest in peace?
The earthquake broke many homes and took many lives
Also taken away many names without keeping any tribe
On her bed the baby girl though smiles at us with black eyes
Multiple fractures, bruised face refers to a head trauma high
I live far from her and have nothing to do for her life to care
As human being it's soulful empathy and my five times prayer
O Allah; save the girl as my daughter and cure from all danger
With Your gracious mercy let her be a part of beautiful nature
-February 12, 2023
Writing Challenge - E Words Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Ancient tongues
Make covenant
In your presence
A god of destruction
Taking life at will
Lies are his essence
Down by the barn
He slides on hay
Slithering with sweeties
He laps up his prey
Up on the throne
Where stone speaks
Laws are nailed to feet
Left, right, left, right, left
Plodding desperate ground
Dying to retreat
Sacrificial systems
Forged in empty wells
Birthing concessions
Ringing silver bells
July's Jupiter rises
Foreboding vibrates wide
All will be revealed
Slightly slipping south
Belief in the end
Fear's children are sealed
Written by Trudy Schrader on 06-09-2022
Antihacking software
They can remotely control
Our vehicles.
Spyware is untraceable and cheap.
The Invisible God making a script
To make audeince for your
destruction.
They know where you are
And have access to your plans.
The one with the chip?
Performance
Handling
And steering.
We need to remove the curtains
From these satan's.
Even if it is there job!
Phantom Phone Call
All Hallows Eve quickly approaches
With tales of crypts and ghostly coaches
When haunting spirits again roam
To sounds of chains and dirges of moans.
Amid this eerie spine-chilling time
Beloved mother prepares to die
Fragile link between Heaven and earth
Suddenly splits in her rebirth.
One final breath, one final sigh,
One final smile from her blue eyes
Now at midnight her spirit takes flight
Traveling light through darkest midnight.
The battle over – sweet warrior at rest
Home phone rings jarring mourning expressed
Familiar voice heard on the line – no trick -
“Child, this is your mother!” Click…
10-8-21
Contest: Something Spooky 8-16 lines Poem
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
The story is true story although timeframe has been altered. After mom died our home phone rang. It was past midnight. The voice on the other end of the line was mom’s voice. The call untraceable.
Rhymes checked with RhymeZone
Darling eyes that so I love you;
Honey arms so embraceable;
Plump ruby lips, those I would kiss;
Your taunting mind untraceable;
Whole body, soul, mind I love too;
9/18/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
HIDDEN MEMORIES
Countless nights I lay awake,
Dreams won't come in the blanket of darkness,
Exiled from peaceful sleep.
Framed memories, agonizing details, untraceable in daylight,
Spiral into the abyss, dark and deep.
Unnameable the moment when it starts
The sun goes turns black and flowers die on the stalk
The agony in the garden of the heart
Unnatural rhythms subvert accountants’ charts
Poor nestlings feel the onslaught of the hawk
Untraceable the moment when it starts
For always seemed our love, and quiet its art
Banal the labels in a doctor’s talk
Of agony in the gardens of the heart
Speechless,cold and numb the separate parts
Each one with its indirection walks
Untraceable the moment when it starts
That one who knew our measure must depart
Wounds our sense of self now writ in chalk
Such agony in the gardens of the heart
Like a skylark trapped,untimely, caught
I the one time lover fear the night
So minute at the moment when it starts
Agony strips the garden of the heart
Where is the love?
The hate is always there
Giving signs
Like, "Oh beware"
I have sense
I know there's no care
Just there only to share
Too many signs
Overtaken by guilt
Trying to be all slick
I pray for the hurts
Treated like dirt
I forgive, for I shall live.
No matter what the situation
Time passes by
Leave or stay
The relationships a lie.
I am free
Gone to another phase
Do you believe that I'm in a daze?
Think again, Don't be amazed
On my own
For I will be gone.
Not looking back
untraceable tracks
All of the miserable attacks
Just unknown paybacks
From the past held in
To be mended
Trying to destroy me
Won't work, now I see.
Cannot wait until this journey ends
Running fast from the Lion's den
A new life begins
To better days
Not here to stay
Thanking God I'm on my way.
The Signs are given in so many ways
every day, I must always pray.
Days to come should ever endorse the beauty
of day as Today!
The oath for an ode anew, destiny of my duty.
Bon voya'e!
The path that's mine and mine alone, unvieled
yet not Untraceable!
The destination is clear, there's haze no more;
Just that path's unseen!
Also I do not fear, much that skies lour
It's no wonder- serene!
The beauty I seek for perhaps is off
the regular shores!
Beneath these stars, past those seas, doing
the Undone chores!
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