Sojourn a moment, O Life, I cannot cease,
While yet my soul unfolds with dawn’s first light;
Bright are my days, and rich the world’s embrace
Where laughter springs in flight.
Sojourn a moment, O Life, I cannot cease
With all my moments unadmired,
My smiles unshared, all my songs unsung,
And all my peace unwired.
Sojourn a moment, until my heart has known
The fullness of sun and shifting skies;
Till every shadow yields its hidden gleam,
O Life, let joy arise!
Categories:
unwired, joy,
Form: Rhyme
Let's dispel the miss-truth of telling:
I can't compel you to think my way.
Instead it's images, word play, rhymes, jangles, sounds and clangs
That I share, that shows you how the theme plays
in my mind as connected ideas,
that I hope will gel an in-kind reaction in you,
Not the same as mine, but related, in similar vein.
I love words, how they sound and convey thoughts, expressly
As mental images, to unwired, disconnected, independent brains
in ways far beyond what any
wired connection could ever do, not imposing me on you,
but sharing, showing, not telling, nor compelling me to you.
It's the succinct devices of poetry
that make this word play game together, work.
Categories:
unwired, muse, poems, poetry, word
Form: Verse
I hope you don't find this intrusive,
Or forward in any way,
Where are you, Rico?
Are you on Holiday?
I hope you are on Holiday,
And trying to give your brain a rest
Writing so many fab limericks,
It must be a cranial test.
Maybe, you are tired,
I hope you are not ill,
Is your brain temporarily unwired?
That would be a bitter pill,
To swallow, especially for one so bright,
I miss your contributions,
To PS
I sincerely hope you are alright!
Categories:
unwired, 10th grade,
Form: Rhyme
I stare at the person in the video with scorn.
She looks like a skunk, with her head fresh-born.
White streak through the middle of hair of this mother.
which is dyed an unnaturally brassy red color
I am thinking doesn’t she know she looks bad or worst?
Of course, she is me, and I didn’t notice at first.
On the way home from work I deliberate, totally unwired.
Meet the teacher night is tomorrow but I am tired.
Come on! My voices shriek. We look exhausted, old.
We look ridiculous! We look hideous, ugly, bold!
Do I have to mention that ugly urged me toward a beauty shop?
Once that word entered my dendrites, I could not stop.
Even though I was exhausted I got my hair cut by an elf.
I confided I was going to go home to dye it myself.
I could do it for you, and it would be beautiful, she said.
That word meant everything, and eliminated more dread.
I called my husband to ask him to give the dog her pills.
I need another hour, I tell him. So pretty, you will get chills.
This magician is going to make me beautiful from head to chin.
And darned if she didn’t ….compared to how I walked in.
Categories:
unwired, beauty,
Form: Rhyme
Dim out press the button, no more at a time was fun now ride, they was all coo, more fun with jewels, learn real fast, rocks and brawns, keep your head up, unload to load, no results , yellin out loud , cause u think U the stuff , in reality, u just a sad case of human waste , no ing with her, she was your friend and kin, a southern thang, all talking the mouth kept going thought one was friend found out she was unwired and pretend , rumors where spread like putting sauce on a sandwich to a bread , since then they mentally dead, homie on the side was sure, for a minute he did ride , in a passenger side , found out things , unpleasant, kept my reach to arm for a length, had his back from a fist to ass beatin, he feel off with his bad intention, sorry again , equal line , I’d trip off again , the pile shortens , of a list of friends , some are made with a few in between, others are made in a pack of green the color red till I crack it , it’s off
Categories:
unwired, emotions,
Form: Free verse
When the hunted becomes a hunter
Surprising, it may seem
Unbelievable , it may look
It overwhelms the soul
Must I say more
When the victim becomes a victory
Anxiously, it may formulates
Unwired, it navigates
It conquers what meant to be done
Wiping the sweat from the face
When the story becomes a reality
Narrowly, it leads
Moderately, it progress
It matures as it grows
The writer writes until it cannot write no more
Categories:
unwired, adventure, character, confidence, courage,
Form: Free verse
Embedded Deep
Eyes weep, watered down sleep
Lost in migraines embedded deep
Beep, Beep, like unmonitored sheep
Something I have but rather not keep
Pain repeats in scattered heart beats
Nerves unwired from head to feet
Just retreat into your unconscious seat
Losing to the pain shamed by defeat...
bmdavey@05/07/17
Categories:
unwired, health, pain, sick,
Form: Rhyme
Feeling it deep within
Just like a sin
I'm feeling like I'm dead
Angry thoughts in my head
I wanna die
While it's hard for me to try
I want to cry again
I'm talking to no friend
About how I feel
And everything is real
But I wanna close my eyes
From a world that won't let me hide
And I'm just tired
And my body feels unwired
While I can't forgive myself
And my life sits on a shelf
Filled with hate
And it'll be a while before I become great
Categories:
unwired, depression, growing up, life,
Form: I do not know?
God factories abound upon the mountains
and the plans are written in the holy books
but lack consistency from page to page...
reason enough to keep the cubicles apart,
unwired; the laborers are always free
to improvise.
So there are gods for sale
Choose yours.
Some are free of charge
but then the prototypes are never up to date.
Others willingly accept a sacrifice or two
but do expire if not renewed.
There, I just made mine again,
my lump of clay as yet unfired.
Do you like Her? Yes?
It is a pity that I cannot say the same
for yours.
~
Categories:
unwired, allegory,
Form: Free verse
There’s a window to the world
three steps beyond a gate
That’s been shut to those that pass
as the hours grow late.
Footprints that once led the way
form circles in the sand,
Turning from tomorrow’s mist
and yesterday’s lost land.
Hearts are hung just out of view
in the darkness of time,
Echoes of their history
have bowed to the sublime.
Fear has taken o’er the road
that leads to the unknown,
Futures dance within the winds
which are now held on loan.
Whispers ride upon the breeze,
foretelling of a bloom
That will rise above the dust
once gathered by the gloom.
Life has played an unwired tune
carried away by theft,
Leaves the barefoot traveller
searching for what’s been left.
Categories:
unwired, loss,
Form: Rhyme
Hail friend and fellow well met!
Are ye inspired yet Taz?
Are ye ready to post one yet?
With your usual pizzazz?
Well perhaps if we goad you,
And your boss unloads you,
You’ll both write; you and your love,
If, you know,. push comes to shove.
So I’m offering a prayer,
For y’all over there,
That you become unwired,
And therefore inspired.
Both of your talents are missed,
And that’s just one of the list,
in the Soup of things that you bring
About which we can sing.
Try to post one once in a while,
Along with your Josh juvenile,
We enjoy your poems and his too,
Now, at least for the time being,
.. this poem is through.
A tribute to our Poetry Soup friends, Richard Pickett (Taz)
and Mary Meade Stephenson.
Categories:
unwired, friendship
Form: Rhyme
you’re freezing feet and most admired
drizzling cityscape so tired
of boring through the screen
the saddest such machine
unwired
with eyes as dead as cellar doors
and sunken blue to ocean floors
why won't you sing along
this cemetery song
is yours
what ancient ground in time recovers
brittle hearts of teenage lovers
and tried without a trace
no other pearl to place
above hers
Categories:
unwired, time,
Form: I do not know?