"unchains" poems
It's a duty we were given
With a heart that can't repel,
Missing everything that's taken
'Caz our role's been made unfair.
Where to look when it unchains?
I try to find some evidence
That its worth more than my pain
Becoming who I really am.
Every single step to climb
Asked a question in my head:
If I now opt for a decline
Will I ever resurrect?
Now that I am up this high
It is easier to see:
How risky has been to climb
But at least here I'm free.
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 1:45 AM UTC
The solstice sun draws near
And unchains memories
But the shadows of former fall upon it
And the summer muse
Appears unchanged
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 12:37 AM UTC
From liquid glass to boiling foam
moody sea can gentle be
or scream out her commands.
With restless need for exclusivity
she drowns attempts to flee her reprimands.
Savage mistress she.
As Neptune's wife she skuds the coast
with smiles that tease
the most unwary to beguile.
Her fickle heart loves age-old tricks
well-performed and slick in saline fury-style.
Savage actress she.
Watch how in fever she unchains
hellish wave-charge
with such terrifying shock.
On one whim tempestuous sea evokes
yet when transforms to calm she is hypnotic.
Savage dancer she.
Sea-fever has a strangle-hold
on men who know
addiction more than gold is this.
A life-long love of sea remains
like mermaid's kiss unyielding yet alluring still.
Savage sweetheart she.
Go in your ship you coastal child
but beware her
siren's call will make you listen.
Should you wish to quit her iron
will can cleave and salty-hold will you imprison.
Savage jailor she.
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 6:34 PM UTC
He starts
cautiously
with small steps
warms me up, back and forth
prolongs his leg, goes
from minuet to pavane
strides old-fashioned deeper
adds quick pushes
then unchains himself
from allemande to courante
and leads me into the sixth heaven
slowly flying there sarabande
around with me, in expectation
enjoying
each other and longing
for the delayed presto
touch on the sensitive strings
ending on the highest note
Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 4:13 AM UTC
~ for the grandson of an extraordinary man~
<>
the supply chain, which unless
you’re a logistics aficionado,
is
alot of ve-hicles, planes,
trains, ocean going monster ships,
& shaking hands of humans, of a
Heinz variety of colors,
who give nary a moment to what
it is they are moving across a planet
all miraculous in the ordinary
schema, but when you slump
in the recliner, and think about
chains, and the reach extraordinary
you issue a curse of admiration and
lean back and think, with luck,
I’ll never have to move ever again,
and more moment’s preserved,
to serve and be served,
for all us deserving,
to let words and visions get
passed around, and the supply
***chain unchains
the human soul for
the best thing us you~mans can truly
produce,
the art of new creation***
4:07am
Dec 15, 2024
Dec 15, 2024 at 4:12 AM UTC
Restless hearts in timeless rhythms
Intimate emotions trapped in prisims
Takes flight to rainbow in horizon
Unchains hearts in passionate union
Feb 19, 2020
Feb 19, 2020 at 6:25 AM UTC