#unfettered
#*There is an upheaval
Unleashed by the unknown
Of what’s in store
Familiar the terrain
Unfettered the mind explores
The unknown*#
Nov 27, 2023
Nov 27, 2023 at 2:03 PM UTC
the poet's quill wrote about
the merit of free
expression
never would it become
a prisoner of
repression
the poet's quill being enduring
of its staunch
belief
that to stymie liberty's voice could
cause but
grief
the poet's quill did
not shy
away
its purpose was intent on conveying
in an unfettered
way
Jan 21, 2021
Jan 21, 2021 at 6:23 AM UTC
#
Untethered at times
but, only in short
spurts do you sprint.
I see you, grazing the
sweetgrass-edges, green and lush;
such a perfect circle
you carve--
Peg, spiked in dry dirt;
the clanking hobble, has you
starved.
Dragging chain, uprooting succulents
scraping bare the dry ground
while beautiful, unfenced; is
the grassland- all around
You were built to be wild, love..
Wild.
#
Jan 15, 2020
Jan 15, 2020 at 10:38 PM UTC
_Handcuffed politely to the bedpost of his inspiration,
he is optimistic that this time the limits
of self-imposed constraint will be breached, if not brutalised entirely.
~
‘Don Quixote’ - a whimper of metaphor;
‘DoN QuiXoTE’ - a rush of chiming vowels;
’DON QUIXOTE’ - a panic of ecstatic prosody.
~
Ignoring his aching wrists
and with imagination unfettered,
he reaches for paper and pen, and begins._
Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 6:29 PM UTC
My heart break with every
Swipe
The depths of truth that none would
Gripe
I hear my quiet heart in
Text. Written.
My groan has grown
Next. Risen.
Unfettered hearts,
Open hearts,
We all bleed
Unfettered hearts
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 10:41 AM UTC
(strike while the iron's hot,
else...up prize cold hard steel Goldfinger
rewind: the following case in point).
Believe me you (stranger out there
along the information super highway),
perhaps feeling comfortably numb,
which I (personally experiencing futility)
vainly searching for Nirvana) attest
to be more appealing that flounder
(like a Phish out of roe jeers waters),
this Pink Floyd wannabe (actually live
ving an absurd existence as an A1 Deep Purple
People eater among a Band of *******
oft times doth Abandon All Hope, when
this close (a hare's breath - imagined
by thumb and index finger nearly touching)
pinching that elusive Golden Silence),
when in the throes (up raised hands
signifying Abhorrent success) hopelessly
striving to summon forth a measly poetic
creation only to Rage Against The Machine
(Ablaze In Hatred) horridly glomming fruit
less endeavor, (a far cry approximating A
Blue Ocean Dream) extremely at wits end tide
feeling the painful impact re: classic mind
paralysis vis a vis Abnormyndeffect (whereat
most diagnoses an Abomination at best,
(strongly resembling, and easily mistaken
for gingerly feigning good knight two step
A BoogieWit da Hoodie), thus mental health
specialists advocate best ditch writer's block
as an Aborted effort gone south (by About a Mile),
yea...Just Above The Golden State (The Ruins),
when...with a whoosh A Canticle for Leibowitz
manifests and Jethro Tull appears waving a
magic wand while issuing Abracadabra birthing
from out The Breach of Silence inspiration met
with immediate backlogged literary juices, and
sudden Abrogation viz A Broken Silence, where
what appeared as a budding **** fantastically
heralded breakout New York Times best seller
collapses into a Uriah Heap of absentmindedness
twisting within psychic wind Abysmal Grief pain
full Acceptance of Absolute Zero literary talent
with strong considerations for an Accidental
Suicide Usher red via shocking the body electric
with maximum AC/DC self selected Act of Violence
deadening this once Acute Mind eve vent chilly Beck
conning Adam and the Ants, the Addiction Crew, and
most Petty full Heartbreaker i.e. A Death in the Family
unexpectedly engendering A Different Breed of Killers
who (Like the House of The Rising Sun nemesis),
essentially a Phoenix villa fied Gorgon Twisted Sister
faintly resembling a cross between Golgotha, Adolescents,
and Adonis, when...Who should appear A Dozen Furies
hence fomenting A Dream Too Late, Adultery admonished
by an Adult Mom with a doctorate in Advanced Chemistry,
and physiology of A Few Good Men inexplicably trans
forming into A Flock of Seagulls After Dusk matter of
fact After Forever leaving an Afterglow Against Time,
a veritable Air Supply ample enough to solve every
Algebra problem posed by Alice Cooper easy enough
to solve by average Alleycats, Stray Cats and Also Eden.
I hope you enjoyed Altered Images (ideally while in an
Altered State) Among the Oak and Ash during A Month
of Somedays assigning Amorphous Androgynous (A Pale
Horse Named Death) naysaying A Positive Life!
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 2:34 PM UTC
...meet you at noon cafe
touch gently, heart beating
your body closes mine
a special little kiss, surreal, so right
swathe shy both hearts
enfold you in my arms
my imagination is unfettered
from the laws of logic
magic rain changes to sun
mountains and oceans dance together
that feeling inside
unquestionable
like stars shine
and moon glows at noon
mind begins to swim
heart still beating
inside, I say:
you're all mine
I can call my own
with and without reasons
logic is unreign
promise tomorrow is at now
always...
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 7:45 PM UTC
Within this broad lifestyle of Christianity,
I’m unshackled from ideas of fear and hate;
though I may deal with bouts of self-worth,
my God-given path is righteous and straight.
I’m not bound by dictates of any work clock,
since the freedom to love God is in my heart.
Daily reminders of my Lord are surrounding me,
within The Word constraints of my poetic art.
I wish to live my life with keen transparency,
unburdened by the deadly sin of ungodly scruples.
Let me be crucified with the weight of ideals,
that are firmly grounded on His holy principles.
Being submitted unto Jehovah was a decision made
without hesitation, since nothing can be better.
Therefore, the chains of my sins have be broken-
which allows me to remain forever… unfettered.
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.
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Author Notes
Inspired by:
Deu 30:15
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 1:43 PM UTC