"unbid" poems - Hello Poetry

The blood comes dilute, as if to refute What is, or was ever at all To challenge the must, The is and the thus The ever, the will, and the Fall The Winter, the Spring, the Summer that brings A freedom, an illusion anew A time to recline--in dreams and unwind The idea that you can, that you will The will, O the will, O the untempered can Of worms which one opens and finds Full to the brim, before and again "Reality"" which tries to unbid The self from the mind The meaning from line The reason from rhyme And the is from all time Separates Us: from passion From Trust. From belief in ourselves From love From true wealth From magic. From tragic At least in true measure Dulling the pain, But denying the pleasure The Roar and the Ring A Hell of a Thing To make the time pass or To fill up Your Glass. ~D.B. Guy August 15, 2011 12:11AM PDT

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Nov 3, 2012

Nov 3, 2012 at 2:39 AM UTC

donald-guy

Alcohol

The blood comes dilute, as if to refute What is, or was ever at all To challenge the must, The is and the thus The ever, the will, and the Fall The Winter, the Spring, the Summer that brings A freedom, an illusion anew A time to recline--in dreams and unwind The idea that you can, that you will The will, O the will, O the untempered can Of worms which one opens and finds Full to the brim, before and again "Reality"" which tries to unbid The self from the mind The meaning from line The reason from rhyme And the is from all time Separates Us: from passion From Trust. From belief in ourselves From love From true wealth From magic. From tragic At least in true measure Dulling the pain, But denying the pleasure The Roar and the Ring A Hell of a Thing To make the time pass or To fill up Your Glass. ~D.B. Guy August 15, 2011 12:11AM PDT

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The birds are twittering in the trees That stand outside my door, There’s only a pale grey dawning light ‘Til the sun comes up once more, The clouds are scudding across the sky In an early sign of rain, While the one I love went out last night And never came back again. She said she’d only be gone an hour That she had to see the priest, Her husband’s funeral’s coming up And she owes him that, at least, She went to purchase a single plot So she took my leather purse, To see what coffins the maker’s got And arrange a horse-drawn hearse. She only married a year ago And her heart is fit to break, She cried all night when she told me how It was all a huge mistake, ‘I should have married for love,’ she said, ‘Then I would have married you, But I let his money go to my head, So what is a girl to do?’ We talked and talked through the early hours, We talked and talked for a week, She came unbid to my poster bed Lay naked under the sheet, She said she never had tasted love As sweet as the love I gave, But I was thinking her husband dead And soon to go to his grave. ‘You really shouldn’t be seen with me ‘Til he’s safely in the ground, It wouldn’t be right, the folks would say,’ But Elizabeth just frowned. ‘A love like this could never be wrong, Let the gossip-mongers sneer, I haven’t felt so much love as this For the best part of a year.’ I said, ‘It must have been terrible To be losing him so young,’ And caught a glimpse of a glistening tear As she put her make-up on, ‘It goes to show how life can go In the twinkling of an eye,’ She held my hands, gazed into my eyes, And let out a heartfelt sigh. She came back late in the afternoon With a bundle of receipts, ‘It’s all arranged, we can get engaged In a month from Tuesday week. I told him that you had slept with me And you should have heard him roar, You’d better wait in the hallway while He’s beating down your door!’ My jaw had dropped and my face was white As I tried to take it in, ‘I thought you told me that he was dead, Before we indulged in sin!’ ‘He will be soon if you stand and wait And you want me in your bed, I borrowed the blacksmith’s hammer for you To hit him across the head!’ David Lewis Paget

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Sep 2, 2013

Sep 2, 2013 at 7:23 PM UTC

david-lewis-paget

The Blacksmith's Hammer

The birds are twittering in the trees That stand outside my door, There’s only a pale grey dawning light ‘Til the sun comes up once more, The clouds are scudding across the sky In an early sign of rain, While the one I love went out last night And never came back again. She said she’d only be gone an hour That she had to see the priest, Her husband’s funeral’s coming up And she owes him that, at least, She went to purchase a single plot So she took my leather purse, To see what coffins the maker’s got And arrange a horse-drawn hearse. She only married a year ago And her heart is fit to break, She cried all night when she told me how It was all a huge mistake, ‘I should have married for love,’ she said, ‘Then I would have married you, But I let his money go to my head, So what is a girl to do?’ We talked and talked through the early hours, We talked and talked for a week, She came unbid to my poster bed Lay naked under the sheet, She said she never had tasted love As sweet as the love I gave, But I was thinking her husband dead And soon to go to his grave. ‘You really shouldn’t be seen with me ‘Til he’s safely in the ground, It wouldn’t be right, the folks would say,’ But Elizabeth just frowned. ‘A love like this could never be wrong, Let the gossip-mongers sneer, I haven’t felt so much love as this For the best part of a year.’ I said, ‘It must have been terrible To be losing him so young,’ And caught a glimpse of a glistening tear As she put her make-up on, ‘It goes to show how life can go In the twinkling of an eye,’ She held my hands, gazed into my eyes, And let out a heartfelt sigh. She came back late in the afternoon With a bundle of receipts, ‘It’s all arranged, we can get engaged In a month from Tuesday week. I told him that you had slept with me And you should have heard him roar, You’d better wait in the hallway while He’s beating down your door!’ My jaw had dropped and my face was white As I tried to take it in, ‘I thought you told me that he was dead, Before we indulged in sin!’ ‘He will be soon if you stand and wait And you want me in your bed, I borrowed the blacksmith’s hammer for you To hit him across the head!’ David Lewis Paget

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An unfenced field of memories awoken , frozen pastel flowers color fast , though fading on borrowed time A one-way footpath disappears unencumbered between the snowdrifts leading across the winter stilled iced up creek bed , coursing a path of least resistance destiny unknown Changing tawny petals scatter like potpourri , fallen collateral in the aftermath a beautiful dream's passing light Pressed and dried memories buried under dog-eared tear-stained pages black topiaries that grow in the dark Redemption unbid and unwelcome, earthen mineral rights surrendered unspent , Natural order decomposing reclamation , chilled to the marrow A scorned lover’s bated breathe bared ink unspoken, Unbidden laments eerily betokened in an unseen netherworld , undeniable , yet bashfully remarkable I see the frosty fogged breath that repents in choral dialect , speaking in known tongue , with the absolvable voice of a bitter cold wind wind is the wind .... December 20. 2016

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Dec 27, 2016

Dec 27, 2016 at 7:56 PM UTC

wildisthewind

Fallen Fences

An unfenced field of memories awoken , frozen pastel flowers color fast , though fading on borrowed time A one-way footpath disappears unencumbered between the snowdrifts leading across the winter stilled iced up creek bed , coursing a path of least resistance destiny unknown Changing tawny petals scatter like potpourri , fallen collateral in the aftermath a beautiful dream's passing light Pressed and dried memories buried under dog-eared tear-stained pages black topiaries that grow in the dark Redemption unbid and unwelcome, earthen mineral rights surrendered unspent , Natural order decomposing reclamation , chilled to the marrow A scorned lover’s bated breathe bared ink unspoken, Unbidden laments eerily betokened in an unseen netherworld , undeniable , yet bashfully remarkable I see the frosty fogged breath that repents in choral dialect , speaking in known tongue , with the absolvable voice of a bitter cold wind wind is the wind .... December 20. 2016

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