"unbarred" poems
It's a wide open art,
from the start.
Rules are for schools.
Dont fret em,
forget em.
So
Relax with a syntax,
clown around,
with a pronoun.
Squeeze the ******
of a dangling participle.
Free flying like geese,
creative words release,
make it up if you please.
Example--the plural of mice is meese.
Flowery language isn't the exclusive domain of the professional writer, it's for everyone!
To continue then,
about the writers pen.
No write or wrong,
nothings too short or long.
Mangled,
bungled,
butchered,
bumbled, don't matter.
We don't need a librarian to admire what we have done.
Words aren't hard,
fling them unbarred.
It's not arithmetic,
or teaching a cat a trick.
Crunch them uniting,
mix them combining.
Fling them,
meld them,
Verb them,
sell them.
We don't need a New York Times best seller to enjoy the art of writing.
Uncrate it,
create it.
Use it,
and abuse it.
Don't bar us
from a thesaurus
Or a dictionary.
The spiel
is to write real
tell the tale
seal the deal.
WORD HATERS live in the town called Fictionary.
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 12:53 PM UTC
On Halloween the sky was scarred
The full moon peered, a piercing shard,
Behind a hole, the eye of night,
Above the smell of death and fright,
Along a bone laced boulevard.
As corpses crept from crypts unbarred,
The flames, they crawled, with pale regard,
On roasting rot – a sanguine sight...
On Halloween.
The bones, they blanched within the yard,
Again to have their evening marred
By ghouls and fiends who rip and bite
With claws and fangs which drip delight
While gorging flesh, so slightly charred...
On Halloween.
;-)
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 7:56 PM UTC
*A wish to get me through the night
Twin flames forever burning bright
Lost souls who've found each other now
Complete in knowledge that somehow
We'll make it through
However hard
We'll grow together
Love unbarred*
(C) Pixievic 2016
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 10:10 AM UTC
Sometimes I feel
I give & give
My love, my wisdom
It's how I live
But some people, they
Just take & take
They **** me dry
With their heartache
I boost them up
Tell them they're fine
Encourage them
I'm their lifeline
When times are tough
When life is hard
I rally round
Love unbarred
But where are they
When I'm feeling down
They're just not here
They've all left town
I say I'm blue
I'm lost, I'm sad
I need a hug
I'm feeling bad
But they don't respond
To my plea
My hopelessness
They can not see
They do not care
Or can not cope
With my despair
There is no hope
I guess I need
To walk away
For my self worth
I can not stay
It can't go on
It has to change
I need to find
Some exchange
I'm not unkind
I just want to feel
That they'll give it back
That they'll be real
And understand
They can't just take
Because
Eventually
I'll
B r e a k
(C) Pixievic
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 5:58 AM UTC
THE MUSE by Anna Akhmatova
This is my English translation of an epigram by Anna Akhmatova …
The MUSE
by Anna Akhmatova
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
My being hangs by a thread tonight
as I await a Muse no human pen can command.
The desires of my heart — youth, liberty, glory —
now depend on the Maid with the flute in her hand.
Look! Now she arrives; she flings back her veil;
I meet her grave eyes — calm, implacable, pitiless.
“Temptress, confess!
Are you the one who gave Dante hell?”
She answers, “Yes.”
I have also translated this tribute poem written by Marina Tsvetaeva for Anna Akhmatova:
Excerpt from “Poems for Akhmatova”
by Marina Tsvetaeva
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
You outshine everything, even the sun
at its zenith. The stars are yours!
If only I could sweep like the wind
through some unbarred door,
gratefully, to where you are...
to hesitantly stammer, suddenly shy,
lowering my eyes before you, my lovely mistress,
petulant, chastened, overcome by tears,
as a child sobs to receive forgiveness...
Keywords/Tags: Anna Akhmatova, Marina Tsvetaeva, Russia, Russian, translation, Muse, sun, stars, poems, poetry, poets, writing, mrbtran
Feb 2, 2021
Feb 2, 2021 at 7:42 AM UTC
If I'd written
My love poetry
Years ago,
When our passion
Covered college sheets,
When we were sleek
And bared our bodies
Boldly;
When we wore our hair,
Your ******* unbarred,
When we rolled
In your backyard,
Wetter than the dew;
That's one verse
I'd write for you.
Scratch out lines
On your legs,
See Venus rise
From the nubile shell,
Type stanzas
To compare your eyes,
Your neck,
Your lips,
Vis a vis;
The tender terror
Of our first kiss.
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 3:12 PM UTC
Why?
Why does this life feel so hollow
Empty on the inside
I see the people
I hear other voices
But not mine
It doesn't matter
Because I don't
Alone
Is what I fear
Is what I am
What I shall be?
So it seems
Quietly darkened by insignificance
No solace in this solitude
Nor escape from this unbarred cell
I reach out
And stop
No one is there
To take the hand
So the heart withers
Day by day it dies
As a rose kept from the light
A forget-me-not, forgotten
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 12:03 PM UTC
In the beginning, there was only you and I
Then we were apart, somehow.
We waited for ages, things over long ago
To return to each others arms.
There was searching, longing, and trust-
Issues were brought to the fore.
And then I found you there and thus
We were together again once more.
We met under a moonlit field,
Somewhere under the arc of heaven
We embraced, our restful reunion
And our pace slowed with the other.
And we lay in the field of flowers
And we lay together, now we are
Under the aurora of a tenuous fate
Against a sight of unbarred sky.
As we turn to each other our eyes
Decry a song, and play our notes
Telling the world of love that longed
Through an epoch of silent ties.
"There are tiny drops of rain, see
The clouds are crying for us too."
But you, you keep quiet and stare
The air for us/still too new.
But there's a beauty in the simple change
Of shade between light and dark.
Always together, never apart,"
She would remark,
They will shift, and they will shift,
They will choose, and chase
They will shift, and they will shift
Until Night gives way to Day."
And speaking softly -
“As they will shift, and they will shift
All these subtle sights of november skies
We will choose, and we will chase
together, do you know why?.
"Though things will shift and shift and change
And our time will forever go by,
We will choose, and we will chase
each other, You and I."
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 1:58 PM UTC
in the damp corner of the morning yard
where grey and quiet many secrets wait
this is the time when nature stand unbarred
not yet for us is life or fortune marred
by force of life or family or state
in the damp corner of the morning yard
where not a bird or beast now stands on guard
all fast asleep and seeming just to wait
this is the time when nature stands unbarred
to wary eyes and life seems not so hard
as we are told and we may now create
in the damp corner of the morning yard
a better world with choices not so hard
with sweeter wisdom and a kinder fate
this is the time when nature stands unbarred
one lucid moment before light is marred
and all our knowledges begin to grate
in the damp corner of the morning yard
this is the time when nature stands unbarred
Feb 20, 2010
Feb 20, 2010 at 8:46 AM UTC
A demure river converges with the sea and turns into a scepter of intrepidity.
My eyes try to follow every ebbing wave into the strands of illimitable resurrection.
The wind carries the clouds toward a ruffled terrain and turns sunshine into rain.
Reckless movements seem to convey the act of solicitous tenderness.
A forsaken lighthouse on a deserted island tries to revitalize the ship that never arrived.
The enlightenment seems to brighten up its separateness
From the world of decreasing congeniality.
The resplendent pasture seems to absorb the colour from the verdant trees.
Scintillating dewdrops variegate the cusp of the grass like an exhilarating crown.
The inaudible murmur of pastoral life wraps the passing day in its tranquil impeccability.
The lucent stars seem to burn the vacuousness of night with its satiating fire.
Nature seems to have become the harbinger of my lost words
That long ago manifested my dauntless but wretched love for you.
The uncanny omnipresence of the unbarred memories seems to amalgamate
The unreciprocated past and the abeyant present.
Stirring thoughts in an invigorating mind seem to lose its scrupulousness
In the midst of these harrowing days of ruthless truthfulness.
The metaphors of nature seem to have juxtaposed with the feeble pieces of my fragile heart.
The ineradicable retrospection of moon-sharing nights seem to have emerged
From the irreducible darkness around me.
The twinkling shadows of inseparable hearts seem to converge
Into the enticing hills of the unlit valley.
The honest moon seems to have lost its sagaciousness in the night of relinquished lovers.
The closing day is enamored of the festering odor of onrushing annihilation.
The transcendental road to salvation merges into the heath of transcalent despondency.
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 11:53 PM UTC
He stands there with a passive regard.
The silence mirrors that of a graveyard.
In front of a lit door,
enters the wintry air.
Extends his arm, welcomingly unbarred.
Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 4:09 PM UTC
I am the eye on your shelf
I am the scratches of ink
that rip through unbarred arenas-
when sunken bones and unburied prints
amass a clump of
galloping words
tracing measured tracks
of battles forlorn
Hence my history beckons and the
leather straps like tires
machinal; my life
reduced to rubble burn-marks
in a book that
made you look
without a care
for where-
to put it.
another whisper in the wind which once
carried its conquered careful balance
Now sits still as a spineless paperweight
propped up by the heap of dust
in your periphery
Dec 27, 2023
Dec 27, 2023 at 12:25 PM UTC
I would you’d make me salt,
cast my name to the tide,
let the wind bear my ruin
to lands unremembered.
Twice, I split the sky,
unbarred doors best left veiled,
breathed storms where thy light
once lay unshaken.
Yet thou stand’st—
unmoved, unbroken,
a sky unyielding,
a river that takes all,
yet rages not.
Wouldst thou burn,
I should be smoke.
Wouldst thou drown me,
I should be rain.
But thou lov’st still,
and therein lies my undoing.
Mar 18, 2025
Mar 18, 2025 at 6:38 PM UTC
Unseen, unheard, invisible.
Sad, alone, miserable.
Too late I have realised - these are just words.
It is time I break my bounds,
step into shoes that fit,
Thank you to those my world who have lit.
No more scared or scarred,
ready for a new dawn, my positivity unbarred.
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 12:48 PM UTC
I pray, stay wild my child...
your spinning essence and dizzy head untouchable,
stay crazed with wonder which cannot be defiled.
Live lively, unmarred, unbarred,
but you keep guard of your heart-
leave them bewildered,
stay beguiled.
I have faith you'll stay wild
because
with your curious face and wandering gaze
they read nothing of you when I saw
it was your eyes that still smiled.
It's your inwardness where there lies that wilderness.
for those who may play to enter, there is an interstice...
If you let them in, invite them to dance around your fire,
and stay wilder than any child's soul prior.
Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 5:02 PM UTC
A snowman stood tall in the yard,
His scarf and his hat were both starred,
The children would play,
On that cold, festive day,
As Christmas arrived unbarred
The carolers sang with delight,
Their voices rang out through the night,
With joy in the air,
And warmth everywhere,
It was truly a magical sight.
The trees sparkled under the glow,
The world wrapped in winter’s soft snow,
The kids ran and cheered,
The season appeared,
And the fire in the hearth burned low.
But the sun rose more sharply each day,
The cold slowly started to sway,
He felt in his frame,
A loss he could name,
As the chill slipped away with the gray.
He knew his time was nearly through,
As the world changed from white to blue,
With a soft, final sigh,
He whispered, “Goodbye,”
And accepted the warm winds that grew.
Jul 14, 2025
Jul 14, 2025 at 3:45 AM UTC
Inside the river beds of playful flights
counting the pebbles overshadowing
divine footsteps of unleashed corners
Touching toe tips, rushing sole slips
looking for the chariot cayote wings
as unclogged wheels rev from the rear
Drifting unbarred, glinding on ponds
grounded plodding the zodiac rods
Drafting on bars of rafted sounds
Dream ohh creature of the heaven sail
on the gates where lovers glaze arms
then fall at the dare fin of blissfulness
An angel kind with a kiss resurrected
wiping tears with a smile of sentiment
holding an exist in bed of cold nights
Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 6:37 PM UTC
Poem written on my way home today
"SPACES "
There are spaces between my head, heart, soul and my breath
They are the spaces where I can survive
Like the nooks of an ancient tree
Spaces that I can saturate with happy memories
That I leave unbarred in all weathers
As within these small places, I can switch off everything from this 3D life
The gaps are at times, slight,
like the seems between you're favourite jumper
Or as vast as the stretch between each coming wave of the ocean.
But no matter the breadth
I trust the matter
And as I stood within the pouring rain
No shelter did I seek
Thunderous, all encompassing
Saturating
The type that lands and resides inside the centre of your bones
So deep and so cleansing
There is no question that you have been washed pure
Untainted
And as the lightning placed its memory behind my eyes
Where even my own mind blurs the vision
And penetrated my ears
Where once upon I couldn't hear
I heard the power speak to me
And with no further resistance
I submitted
I respected
Related
Repented.....
Not to your God
Not to any God
Because no God belongs to anyone
But to a place that I knew
Understood me....
And to feel this?
To feel emersed
To trust in
To give power to.........
A smaller ego and love is all that's needed....
❤️
May 31, 2022
May 31, 2022 at 2:58 PM UTC
I'm admired,
some may say.
My kindness,
my courage,
my unbarred humor.
Carefree vegan,
ambitious dreamer,
propelled activist.
All these describe me,
but do they define me?
Often times . . .
after I reach my limit,
I lay in bed.
Stare up, in disappointment.
My past sins creeping in,
my future faults a movement away.
All it takes
is one wrong thought.
Just with that,
artificial confidence radiates my body.
Unaccomplished goals
drown within a drink.
Past paralyzations
demolished with moshes
and blurry vision.
My tongue shaping unfamiliar words,
executed with inescapable dread.
While cool wind invades pores,
thoughts of others
blare in ears.
With such fast-paced nights,
tomorrow becomes unworthy.
But once midnight strikes,
blotched mascara
rests on my cheeks.
Back in bed,
familiarity ignites.
I say my prayers,
my thanks,
my sorrows,
then once again,
float off towards my dreams.
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 1:35 PM UTC
I thought i'd introduce myself
Though you'd think that we have met
See you've shaken my hand and heard my name
But we havent had our meet-cute yet
So ill say that i'm impatient
And its nice to see a serene soul
I apologize for my morose
Sometimes this life it takes a toll
You seem to shine nevertheless
Strutting still in that red dress
I just had to say hello
But should I have tried to speak
You would have misconstrued
Looked passed my loving looks
As you normally do
I could not bare to trip on words
Ive practiced in the mirror
So imperfectly for you
So meet me on this paper
My soul open and unbarred
As you do I will wait watching
As always from afar
Maybe just maybe
On a day after youve read this note
You will see through to me
And I will see through to hope
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 6:12 PM UTC