"undark" poems
Sometimes I forget and the bells are unrung
Prayers unsaid
Hymns unsung
Sometimes I forget and the dirt is unstirred
Sky unrained
Birds unheard
Sometimes I forget and the worms are unfed
Bough unblown
Leaves unshed
Sometimes I forget and your face is unframed
Bed unseen
Stone unnamed
Sometimes I forget and your voice is unstopped
Flowers uncut
Life uncropped
Sometimes I forget and my smile is unfeigned
Nights undark
Days unpained
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 9:38 AM UTC
And you firm and buttressed gorgeous scarlet
your health,like venus i timid and glut upon,
is also a god. harder than smooth and softer
than rough. a cool like steam and hot like
summers wings. a bird, charming and immense
she's nothing compared to you noble
to you
t o you
there is nary a season more supple or lovely than the
undark shout of your plain and spectacular plume
of resolute arms
on your shoulders
on your bones
your muscles
on them
thy skin
who i dimple most commonly
on saturnday mornings
when you peak beveled luscious havoc
in my brave and capricious bed
and you tousle my senses
byTheFastStaggerOfYourMarvelous lips
bounding pink
and flush
madrigals in the infinite cavern of my
very
and very
smallest
h
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a rt
Mar 2, 2011
Mar 2, 2011 at 9:40 AM UTC
I am artsem issue
Issue not from goodsex
Unperson unfit for ownlife
Think strict bellyfeel
Doubleplus undark
Rectify misprint in oldthink
Blackwhite
Ref. joycamp issue
Not fullwise goodthinker
Of The Golden Country
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 3:21 PM UTC
i love you there is
something undark
more
unseemingly possible
to speak which
makes your soul–
it the
noose which
hangs by all the nights and days
to be rough
to be wholly of
hard and unhard made;
it want it to touch
(as inside touches)
each small and trembling
****** of me;
and i want it to feel
(as valkyries feel)
hurt beautiful ugly and strong.
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 9:06 PM UTC
Death, O’ you all consuming notion:
Idea; intractable, implacable void.
As you are I see not clearly yet
I see a life made up of the stuff of myth.
With the narrow thinking of a man—
Achaean footsoldiers marching to glory—
I ponder your immensity, think
Not too clearly for the sake of sanity,
Because in fact I can think no more clearly.
For your sake, I say, I have wandered.
I have traveled dust and roads that stretch lifetimes
And that capture moments fleeting in
From great dusty horizons beyond the brink.
The dust, I think, I speak of last,
The road I speak of first.
Yet in no particular order is life
So constrained; nor, by consequence, is death.
Yet O’, to you, I give my all,
My heart, my fear, anguish and pain, I give all to you,
If only to supplicate you at the knees, say
“I am not ready yet, do not rip up the void.”
Yet O’, do you laugh, and you do,
And a pity it is that I be at your knees,
For you are a wand’ring, indiscriminate beast,
And you take life as you may please.
Raise an auspicious eye to the venerable shape.
His head is there, but hollow eyes
Do make up the void of his sight.
And a sinister look is there.
Raise an auspicious eye to the undark’ned mirror;
The eyes show a deep glist’ning light,
From deepest and remotest corners,
Where life is not that way.
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 5:29 PM UTC
the said girl most pain from deliberate comely lips
and there was almostsummer light minutely sprawled
in precisely slats of dark then undark (a how many
i can't recall, but) in just under wear(covers) she
two legs skinnyawkward eyes than greener forests
effused some small wetness
some little fragile
some frail shining
(and my coat scratched
my neck
was wool
and )
whipped at my thigh
through suddenly door
swung shut escaping
almost its white vice
Oct 6, 2012
Oct 6, 2012 at 3:23 PM UTC