"undenied" poems
*Casting spells in a song of lust
with such beauty undenied.
He's chased her half a lifetime
and have lost but all his pride.
Sailing all the oceans blue
He's left his ship dashed on the rocks.
Begging for that enchanted kiss
from his mermaid as she mocks.
Her voice to call within a gale
scent heady upon the waves.
Nets shredded trying to capture her
yet every night he craves.
To nary catch a fleeting glimpse
of her golden hair or tail.
He's chased her 'cross the storming seas
as winds and rain did wail.
Forever calling out her name
He's come to rest in every port.
On moonlit nights he hears her song
attempts to see her, she does thwart.
The scent of salt does show his years
but still he sails to her song.
Forever on the shifting waves
is where his heart belongs.*
Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 9:36 AM UTC
Shoulder to shoulder you bands of brothers landed.
Code name Operation Neptune was underway.
You noble breed, not knowing what lay ahead
Just knowing that your duty was called upon.
The bugle sounded, you all answered the call
nobly you waded those waters for all.
06/06/1944 was the day.
The largest seaborne invasion in history.
Yet, you brothers in arms were not caring of history making
Just making it to the beach, alive.
I can but humbly thank you for what you all did that day,
you that lived and those that died.
What thoughts must have played in your mind.
A lone piper played throughout, what courage you all displayed.
No wonder we that came after you, leave you feeling dismayed.
Many wars have been fought since, their courage is also undenied,
but, you, you thousands on those beaches showed the world the meaning
of pride, respect and warrior.
On the beaches of Utah, Omaha, Gold, Juno and Sword,
you carved a way in. To end the war.
Nobler people I doubt exist, and soon this 70th anniversary
will fade in time, but not that date of June the sixth (1944)
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 1:37 PM UTC
In prisms of crystal
I have devoted my time etched in
heartbeats to the coldness of
untouchable
The cut of this rose-stain left
me inked in the twilight stages
of immortal as I glimpsed
at the poetry that is you
I wonder..
Each journeys gamble has led
this wanderer closer to heaven
as you are wont to become my
sacrament of now
Your fingerprints to slide mine
on the curve and shadow
of eloquence undenied
bathe me in the rapture
that has been denied lifetimes...
and I quake with ravaged breath
at the forseen future of your covenant
Tell me, these pages of me are naked
waiting for your ink to spill me a story
of desire blended to the drum of
alchemy unleashed
do you now anoint me or do we taste
the moment of rapture in tomorrows kiss?
Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 5:48 PM UTC
Rocking my snap back, blowing up like a bellow back, juggling bars like it were a hacky sack. Life tries it’s best to give me set backs, but I just sit back and get back up for a comeback. Underdog from the underground, not here to blunder around for I want to be glory bound. Bound for glory, can’t keep me downed man for this is my heroes story. Story of my life, story that almost ended with a knife. Had enough of being left astray, for I no longer was going let myself be treated like an ashtray. Going into the fray, going in but this time I promise I won’t lose my way. Weighed my options, weighted the choices, and now they come to flourishing motion. I only listen to my own notions, and I will sacrifice anything to succeed even if I end up like the borthans. Death stares through the stars, but I won’t be taken by no Death Star. Starting ground up, for you gotta do what ever it takes to get to the top. Toppled the haters and the fakers, for my bars are like eating a snickers. Keep yawl satisfied and I’m so grateful that my effort has been gratified. Bonified dignified undenied modified undefined went in applied and rallied from a moral guide to tear apart the diseased hide. Government conspiracy, government deemed freedom of speech as heresy. And here I see the flaws, and here I came out of the depths with my claws. Clawed for my dream, dream of attaining cream. Escaped the depths of the Demi-gorgan pit, because it’s all about survival of those who are more fit. Fit to be a decency, but because I’m different I’m deemed a discrepancy. So I’m going in like a ghost doing recon call me Tom Clancy, exposing all these ******* fallacies. Falling down an icy slope, and for the longest time we couldn’t open up because we was introduced to dope which was anything but dope. Dopamine filling my being, neurotransmitters firing so fast that I attain this happy feeling. False perceptions to stimulants, false ideals gotta use discretion’s before I end up in a addiction predicament. Moving fast, moving slow, the ride won’t last, so I always gotta have me mo. Self medicate self evaporate self ********** which leads to self hate and broken fate.Too long since I noticed anything but myself, feel like a ***** villain man so should I arrest my self. I just long for rest myself, and maybe it’s time for someone else to assess myself. Maybe it’s time to visit the mental asylum
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 2:45 AM UTC
Elegantly tall and slim
The face a cool façade
Of competence; no-one sees in
The world is far too hard
Hair of gold, expertly coiffed
Her nails are manicured
And filed; pretty but not to soft
Her aura: self-assured
She reclines against her chair
Commands of the garçon
A thé-au-lait; a regal stare -
He runs to be her pawn
Dark glasses reveal soft eyes
A smile touches her lips
Her true persona she must hide
From work relationships
Her life may not be easy, but
One pleasure's undenied
To sit on the Champs-Elysées
And watch the world go by
May 12, 2010
May 12, 2010 at 6:01 AM UTC
*And Isaac went out to meditate in the field at the eventide:
and he lifted up his eyes, and saw, and, behold …
GENESIS 24:63*
You remember, oh Isaac, the face of the bride
From the Genesis foothills of dreaming’s beginning
Arriving with dusk as the sunset was bringing
The camel-bells music, the end of the ride?
The nomadic return of a hope that had died
Like a riverbed flooding and suddenly greening
A promise fulfilled, flowing into the evening
The song and the rhythm of life undenied…
I remember the landscapes, the names, the dark faces
A golden Havilah of biblical places
the handclapping chants overcoding a mystery.
Timeless recurrence; eternity imminent
Israelite graves I beheld on that continent;
Songs of Rebecca: the morning of history.
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 7:28 PM UTC
“extra condoms” (explicit!)
a title deposited in the poem-to-do file/notebook,
with no body yet to follow through on or upon
which she tumbles to, an irresistible unrepentant
crooked finger hook line and she is sinker stinker caught,
worming in her feigned anger
current curiosity comes
fast and furious further,
demeanor—demanding
ex-explain-nations,
how could this
ever be a
poem?
stare ferocious, I am the prettiest pretense
of a pride incarnation hu-mane incarnate
call me in another language
Vasco da Gama
a sea route to India will uncover
on your worldly tattooed body,
drawing maps as we go along
devour her neck with stingless bites,
explorer voyager a rambunctious tongue undenied,
every space in and between needs
surging surgical tastings, erupting into her indentations,
inserting her appendages into my places where they
have a business going-knowing
just in case that’s the one!
secret passageway canal holy crossing crossover
later she whacks me because the question goes unanswered
and no sheath employed when my tongued fingers are ten times
more demanding and supple and supply the exploratory course closing with spices and woven silks in Indian colors vibrations
*why then,
extra?
god she is so lovely locomotive annoying!
to peak you peeking
to see your astounding astonishment,
you are our provisions for a sea voyage
and put the risk in, the trigger in,
when wherever you see the world-word,*
extra
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 6:06 PM UTC
I dare not scratch the surface Plato itched,
For fear I'd break my fingers on the stone.
My faculties in circles whirl around,
Which metaphor Aristotle would bemoan.
My femininity is undenied
And thus my musings, when they first began,
Would be utterly rejected, undeniably rebuked,
By one featherless bipedal man.
The History that gulped Atlantis down
Into its sunken depths, has made a grave
For all free thinkers, locked by secret PINs.
Philosophy, no more, these souls can save.
I carry naught but spades in both my hands,
Seeking to unearth artful thought's tomb.
Labor-sweat pours down, yet I am left to merely mourn
The heartbeat ne'er since heard from Athen's womb.
Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 3:18 AM UTC
I am
A daughter, a sister, a woman
A teenager, a deep thinker, an individual
A friend, a fighter, a protector
I am
A believer in justice
A ferocious warrior
A force to be reckoned with
I am
Strong, determined, stubborn
Loyal, trustworthy, steadfast
Powerful, seeing, undenied
I am
Hearing, consoling, knowing
Feeling, never kneeling
Unreeling, seething, seeking
I am
A wielder of justice
My blade is my tongue
Dripping with poison
Blazing with righteous wrath
- Jay M
September 7th, 2021
Oct 6, 2021
Oct 6, 2021 at 12:18 PM UTC
The Miserable
To everyone who's ever felt alone,
There is somebody there with you, I promise.
To everyone who's ever felt rejected,
Somebody wants you, I promise.
To everyone who's ever been pushed aside,
This is not the end, I promise.
You are worth something, as am I.
We will not be left to die.
To everyone who's ever lost everything,
You will rise again, I promise.
To everyone who bitterness has ever strangled,
You will know tenderness, I promise.
To everyone who settles for being the very last choice,
Because they can't imagine being the very first,
There is hope for you, I promise.
You are precious, as am I.
Someday we'll live undenied.
To everyone who's ever felt not good enough,
You are, I promise.
To everyone who's ever been destroyed,
There is a dawn, I promise.
To everyone who's ever apologized for existing,
You have nothing to be sorry for, I promise.
You are beautiful, as am I.
This is not the day you die.
You are forgiven for the sins you place upon your head.
You are loved for the flaws you scrawl across your chest.
You are exalted for your hatred, for your pain, for your mistakes.
You are respected for the humiliation you carry in your heart.
To everyone who's ever been forgotten,
I remember you.
I promise.
Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 8:01 PM UTC
this time different,
the crafting, the words knitted,
care taken, no quips or easy rhymes,
metaphors few, but the stitching is yet
rhythmic, disciplined,
beholden to its construct
~~~
yesterday,
spoke of the more and the ever less,
and the alpha seas restorative,
today,
*the ****** quick and the ever still*
the beating of jumpsuit orange fabric, wind-whipped,
musical homage to the terrifying
silence of a battlefield,
your utility belt,
body parts and soul silences,
a composition of what was
and what will now never be
you were there
you are there
witness-combatant,
no denying the voyeured carnage
of a human self destructing,
or being destructed in a way
**********turned you on,
worse, temptingly familiar
the horror meets you, it recognizes, locates
its place within that is stored close by,
where you keep it just close enough to surface
for quick retrieval
you postulate, pose, clap hands to heads,
make groanings awful, rethinking fearful pictures
I don't believe in free will
I don't believe in free
I don't believe in will
there is good and there is no good
there is the quick and the still
the still comes fast and stays longer,
the quick lasts longer, the obvious now
always seconds of too long,
all implausibly undenied and factually reversed
I hang myself crudely,
my throat slit quick,
and the still images that follows
everlasting and unerasable,
no matter how quickly,
how often temples hard squeezed
I see the images,
the quick and the still
they won't let go of me
text me that you know,
exactly what I mean,
know what I know
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 11:27 PM UTC
This pain,
This addiction.
A love letter —
Carved in skin.
A ****** red itch.
Undenied.
My scars are medals,
Tragic measurements.
Sickening,
Precise in their torment.
Self-loathing.
Self-inflicted.
Self-destruct.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC
There are words unspoken within my heart,
Can you hear their whispers through the dark?
A song so soft you often miss to listen,
A song so fresh within your heart's reason...
It blooms as your thoughts strides,
Wafts like a fragrance undenied...
I am as easy as a baby's breath,
As cool as mountain's breeze.
Like the dawn that eats up the darkness,
Like the dusk that blankets the brightness,
Like the gentle sweep of the sky and sea,
You spread through the insides of me...
Like the shore that lays next to sea,
Like the breeze that sways the trees,
Like the feather that glides smooth,
My thoughts are here to stay with you...
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 4:11 PM UTC
Toll the bell tower and chime the hour of night
The touching hands that fingers laced embrace
Locked in a lovers hungry kiss undenied
Slake the thirst to sated lips
Unread hearts
To undying love
Burning cold as fire
Under a dancing moon
Among a chorus of clouds
Over a feast of flesh caressing...
May 8, 2012
May 8, 2012 at 7:59 AM UTC
When doors are closed and paths denied,
When hopes are dim and dreams have died,
Let them cast their shadows wide—
We'll find the light where hearts abide.
When words of doubt and whispers cold
Cut deep within and stories told,
Let them carve their molds of old—
We'll shape new worlds with courage bold.
When chances fade and moments pass,
When friends grow distant, skies turn vast,
Let them drift like blades of grass—
We'll root in soil that’s meant to last.
When tears have dried and nights are long,
When silence reigns where once was a song,
Let them linger, let them wrong—
We'll weave our strength, unwavering, strong.
For every no and every slight,
For every turn away from the light,
Let them think they've won the fight—
We'll rise anew, with hearts ignited.
In every fall, a lesson spied,
In every hurt, a truth implied,
Let them miss the spark inside—
We'll shine with love, undenied.
Jun 20, 2024
Jun 20, 2024 at 9:18 PM UTC
Smoke Incense sweet Drums and Fire The soft mummer of laughter
The Circle has been swept and cast the Sisters draw near it's time at last
The drumbeat is Her magnified heart that which turns the world
Slowly stepping hands entwined voices raising faces to the silver light
Following the age old steps sing once more our songs of old Rejoice Revel Renew
Spinning under an ancient sky chanting Names now forgotten wrapped in blue gray smoke and The arms of The Lady
Oak and Elder Quartz and Myrrh Sword and Staff and Wand old and older tools and treasures from time so long ago
Music faster now Drum filled ears , flying feet and laughing eye's I see in my Sisters Beauty and Joy and Pride Strength undenied
In your Name we dance In your Name we sing This our tribute our gift our offering May it be pleasing My Lady
In your Light we are safe.
Solita -2006
Apr 6, 2010
Apr 6, 2010 at 9:10 PM UTC
Ripe feelings fill the balmy air
And ride the summer breeze
They twist and dip and whisper
Throughout the wizened Trees
They paint a vivid picture
Full of memory
Of a once caged heart
Now soaring full and free
They tell their tale with gusto
A sense of hushed pride
They speak softly to the flowers
Of a love that’s undenied.
The flowers tell their flower friends
Then those, they do the same;
Every blooming rose bush
Knew the couples names
They gossiped and they whispered
All chattering with ease
Till the story shuffled off
With a couple bumbling bees
These bees they traveled far away
Telling the tale along their ride
Of loves triumphs and elations-
And soon they heard she’d be his bride
And buzzed “congratulations!”
The couple looked into each other’s eyes that day
And said their loving I dos
While Mother Nature smiled on
Delighted by the news
Jun 7, 2021
Jun 7, 2021 at 2:07 PM UTC
In the alley ...I mean in the valley.
Sunflowers surround & uglyiness is devoured.
A divine power with a rainfall shower.
Above the cliff hill morning glories dance in circles.
Like a gown of purple.
The world has alot of stories.
Eyes of green can be seen.
Beneath a halo of daisies.
Is your prince okay or a little crazy?
Would you have his baby?
Looking up at the grey sky.
A witness to beauty undenied.
Majestic swan watch the sunset with me.
A respect no one else can see.
A destiny meant to be.
A prince he is & always will be.
Hand in hand strolling through a mystical sea land.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 1:08 AM UTC
I refuse to tell anyone about the dreams where I am reading bedtime stories to you, where each is a different way you die and every way I will never save you.
I don't think twice of letting anybody know that drinking Clorox could potentially **** the what once were butterflies inside of you.
I won't tell anybody that my love for you is like perfecting the stringing of the beautiful chords on a harp ( for someone who is [deaf. I [can't tell anybody that when you told the doctor you weren't sexually active, I couldn't stop thinking -"so my party favors meant nothing to you?" My body was like an instrument and your words were the very melody that tuned it, unfortunately your vocal chords were that {of Lucifer's. Maybe you loved the feeling of tying me to the coffee table and making home movies, then creating a party once the confetti burst from my eyes, I heard once you die that you watch your life replay but I found it hurts twice as bad the second time around, now that I think about it, I think my heart exploded into confetti as well and [maybe that's why is feel empty and there are no more butterflies, just year old rotting confetti. My ribs never really echoed until you came around, I don't think I had anybody take my breath away quite like you, you did it a tiny bit different from the others, you knocked the wind right out of me and used it as air to blow banners and silly string around for your pity party.
Do you remember when you told me how cliché my poetry was on my birthday? well I do not love you like the everlasting affair between the sea and the sand & I don't miss you how the Sun misses the Moon. For I fear you as if I were alive in Pompeii during 79 After Death, And my hate towards you is as strong as the believers during the time of Crucifixion and I am as devastated as when the families of Jews found bodies upon bodies unnamed in box cars.
>I remember the taste of your mouth and your cravings for cigarettes, I was your ashtray. I remember your passion for watercolor paintings, I am your cup of brown water. I remember your undenied addiction for sweetened coffee, I am the leftover stain on your teeth. I remember your love for street racing, -I am the skid marks left on the street.<
Maybe one day you'll think back to the girl that you said you loved, maybe you'll realize that she was not the burns marks in your brain from the bleach you drank to try and ruin the confetti that is now in [your] rib cage, maybe you'll pay more attention to abandoned buildings on the side of the street, now that you realize that's what you've made her become.
Maybe you'll remember which cabinet the chemicals were in and at the point maybe you'll realize that her dreams from your bed time stories came true.
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 1:49 PM UTC
When your child’s feeling ill
His body hot, maybe a chill
Hold him in your arms real tight
Love him till you make it right
Our children are our own creation
made from love and procreation
teach them what is right and wrong
and how to sing that special song
When our child is feeling sad
When things all seem so very bad
We wrap our arms around real tight
Don’t be sad my little man,
and tell them all will be alright
When childhood is left behind
Our pride is something undenied
All the years we loved and cared
and all the lovely times we shared
There’s nothing more so precious
than love we cannot hide
There’s nothing more so precious
than that thing called Mothers Pride
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 11:29 AM UTC
Submission,
indoctrinated
I fall, hitting the floor,
as
words,
penetrate,
skull filled with misled,
judged,
barely touched
understanding
and, found, I
look to the moon,
low in skies,
where there are stars fighting for space,
and I stopped,
the game of finding and seeking room
in the iced blocked heart of your own ruin.
Tumble,
fumble
you loved,
me; you said; I love you
yet, you, only you,
denies the soul, heart, craved for, starved for, undenied
love; waiting its turn,
wait wait wait,
tell me will,
it ever truly be over, as the duality across sobriety,
serenity in acceptance, courage,
will you change?
No choice to whom we love, a choice only,
in allowing, love to
filter,
filter,
dissipate through,
dumb, inane, insane, sorrow struck, distrust, unrest
sober drunk, gone, lost, amidst
untold secrets, forming in patterns allowing choices, unknown
alive with love,
inside the agony grows,
groans and aches,
unable to release, free love, the one you, so
undeniably,
want.
© Sia Jane
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 12:27 PM UTC
I can't help myself.
Without effort
I will take it all to pieces. I'll show
you
Black ruin. The misery that picks
clean my. bones.
Self—destruction,
My whispered mantra
I will not be happy.
I will not be happy.
It's a divine sickness
Undenied. My ugliness
Is my shame.
Let me show you
The nothing I'm capable of.
Crawl towards the edge.
Step. Off.
Smile.
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 5:56 PM UTC
worthy of impedance over time.
cause of this space is to
deliver me sleep-shaped. exit lights harbor
sounds of the coming into just when you are
born and raised, held completely
against light favouring the source.
undenied, the demand of this
assemble. in any given climate, moderate
but will not touch ground. frothing elsewhere
true life, once again this machine: in between
labor and rest is the impossible. to reach
for a certain ****** midair. height is palpable
and will rinse flesh anew, how urgent
before i decompose into blue shear
in sky face to face with the
all-too-immediate rasp of ground pulling
together, cast into the unloved water
breaking apart like mesh unwanted.
he is over space and this is
to measure warmth, when execution
is the verge of undoing. so barely-living
and claiming it so, the cause of this
performance
is to free the body |
making past the divide, careless and almost faced
beyond a forthcoming of rescue:
have escaped, have gone and already here.
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 6:53 AM UTC
earth
married to the moon
the soul
coupled to the stars
night bonded to the sky
truth
say it all
but
undenied
Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 4:03 AM UTC