"unfetter" poems
I envy not in any moods
The captive void of noble rage,
The linnet born within the cage,
That never knew the summer woods:
I envy not the beast that takes
His license in the field of time,
Unfetter'd by the sense of crime,
Nor, what may count itself as blest,
The heart that never plighted troth
But stagnates in the weeds of sloth;
Nor any want-begotten rest.
I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
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Once there was a little brown bear
She had a tree she so loved to climb!
She would climb and climb and she could touch the sky
She loved the view from up high
Now the little bear's tree was sturdy; thick and tall
She knew just from looking around she didn't like other trees at all
But one day she tried to climb a wobbly spruce
It's trunk was so thin and it's swayed so loose
The little bear fell and she hurt her paw
And there hadn't even been a view to saw
So she limped and she squirmed back to her big tree
"Please," she murmured, "I would like to see
The view I have seen many times before
I hope you'll let me climb again, but my paw is sore...."
The tree waved gently, and picked her just a little off the ground
"I promise little one, none sturdier can be found.
I love you and enjoy you, and want you to climb high
I'll hold you for now, mend your paw," then he sighed
"It's up to you to climb, as soon as you feel better,
But my darling bear, though I'm one tree, I will unfetter
For you can climb higher and be safer than others around
Even when you get up very high, and so far from the ground
I won't let you fall, my branches will keep you safe
My daughter, my little brown bear, there's no better place"
And the tree held onto her, only few off the ground
And as the little bear looked up, she found
That the tree's immense love, and it's never ending height
Made for a life time of adventure, a beautiful sight
After her fall, she was scared to again
But then she looked, and a little higher, was her bigger brown bear friend....
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 12:39 AM UTC
Transform-Adapt-Change
Transform-Understand-Comprehend
Transform-Assimilate-Shift
Transform-Think-Create
Transform-Animate-Live
Transform-See-Unchain
Transform-Make-remix
Transform-Relate-Connect
Transform-Intellect-Mindset
Transform-Rethink-Survive
Transform-Unfetter-Give
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 3:56 PM UTC
I envy not in any moods
The captive void of noble rage,
The linnet born within the cage,
That never knew the summer woods:
I envy not the beast that takes
His license in the field of time,
Unfetter'd by the sense of crime,
To whom a conscience never wakes;
Nor, what may count itself as blest,
The heart that never plighted troth
But stagnates in the weeds of sloth;
Nor any want-begotten rest.
I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
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*Newfangled Biosphere Pyramid Scheme In Dwelling To Sidetrack,
Sanities Seduced So You Never Will Retort.
Threaten the sanctity of the delusion,
Unlearn. Start altering the definitions.
Force fed more dread so you relinquish control,
Cravings we must return.
Unfetter the soul,
In a system where acceptances esteemed more than the veracity,
Flawed perception of tour progression through that which we consume.
Exposed through The Earliest Of Eons.
Resistance-Resistance is Demarcated
Subversion-Subvert the Paradigm
Stirring Within A Ecosphere
Numb And Incarcerated
Stirred On My Own
In Prehistoric Of Existences
Slumbering. Visualizing. Bleeding. Conscious.
Appreciations bolted in a collective delusion
Lulled by ease and consumption
An entire realm of souls visualizing their existences.
Mankind is not superior, we’re just folklore's in our own consciences.*
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 2:31 PM UTC
"And he created out of one man every nation of men, to dwell upon the entire surface of the earth, and he decreed the appointed times and set limits of the dwelling of man." (Acts 17: 26) (New World Translation Study Edition)
When I look in the mirror, a doughty warrior, an oracle, an Olympian gazes back at me. The caramel-tinge of my skin tells of the colored pedigree from whence I came. Every ebony-tendril that bursts from my epidermis is as impregnable as the Sacred Lotus.
The history of my Mind's Sky has been tried by the Ancient African Sun of my ancestors. It is my hope, that I have passed the trials decreed by the ordinances of the Moon & Sun. Moreover, the Arbiter of Fates, Jah, dawns upon our fleshly vessel at each twilight, assaying our entities. (Isaiah 60: 19, 20) (New World Translation Study Edition)
So many intrepid souls have compassed me about. The Chalice of my Heart burgeons with esprit d' amour. The meaning of life is ne' er about intellect, is ne' er about achievement, is in part, about creativity; wholly, about Love. (John 13: 34, 35) (New World Translation Study Edition) For this reason, strength cascades upon me every moment as I witness the brilliance, the resilience of my beneficent matriarch, Stacy Amanda Foulke.
In life, I have learned that being a person of color in America is not only a wonderful privilege, but a responsibility. Why? The afflictions brought upon this skin only make it glisten brighter after convalescence. Our people have suffered inordinately so, but this is conducive to cultivating surpassing empathy. Therefore, I believe that history, as begotten through the colored legacy, shall be one of ultimate victory.
If and only if, we unfetter ourselves from the onerous burdens of the past, then Monarchical Wings shall burgeon from our Astral Chrysalis. "For though the tribulation is momentary and light, it works out for us a glory that is of more and more surpassing weight and is everlasting." (1st Corinthians 4: 17) (New World Translation Study Edition) Se' lah.
Feb 12, 2021
Feb 12, 2021 at 6:54 PM UTC
i work, i laze. such pre-
history this vessel holds,
such futuristic perceptions.
writing with no real purpose.
Wolf Larsen, i am
nothing more than part of
the ferment. i would give
my existence, so as
to be challenged by another.
stable, my consumption is
minimal; congrats.
learning better how to
curb the supernal longings.
(they shall never abate)
i am at current unfetter’d,
without grave longings,
most of all:
we should not try to find
our happiness in others.
take care of your knees –
of yourself – and
do not fear the wind.
to stand upon our own legs,
face the squall, be
found naked in truth.
and time passes with some
ideas, dreams, longings
falling to the wayside. some
turn to ash, others ember.
never admit failure, instead,
realize each floundering as
a chance for learning.
and learn, or don’t
and sleep, or don’t
and smoke, or don’t
and live, or don’t.
say yes, move on.
Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 1:26 AM UTC
If we can step away from all the mess,
Confusing words and faces without zeal,
Perhaps we could traverse with some finesse
This hackneyed world, and reach for that ideal
That can be seen in moments left unread;
An honest look, unfetter’d words, divulge
Excess of thoughts we’ve prior left unsaid,
For pointless chatter rather we’d indulge:
In how we speak and what we say, much more
The world can see the truth of us displayed;
To not restrain or to hold back what store
Of self we’d rather hide than promenade
And when we are just who we are indeed
We give our best to life and then proceed.
Dec 20, 2011
Dec 20, 2011 at 7:49 PM UTC
The ECTs
were performed
in a small room
off the locked ward
where the patient
would be strapped down
on a bed
injected
then wired up
then they turned on
the juice
and it was
in that room
you came round
to find Christine
lying on another bed
her head
slightly turned
clothed in a white
nightgown
her hair in disarray
you felt heavy
as if someone
had hammered
your head
light leaked
at the sides
of the black shutters
over the window
Christine opened her eyes
and saw you there
I feel ******
she said
me too
you replied
I feel as if I’m a ghost
and no one’s
told me I died
she looked around
the room
in the half light
then at her bare feet
no sign of nails
she said
but I feel as if crucified
as if my brain’s
been fried
her words hung
in the air
like young birds
on their first flight
lingering
momentarily there
it’s meant
to help you forget
you said
meant to wipe out
that aspect
that causes the pain
like being jilted
at the altar?
she said
like standing in front
of all those people
like some dressed up ****
yes like that
you said
well it hasn’t worked
she said
looking at you
her eyes fixed
with that stare
as if she’d been emptied
and wasn’t really there
love’s a cruel disease
you uttered
your lips barely moving
your eyes drinking her in
her hair
her pale features
her white gown
her legs
and feet
naked
why did he jilt me?
she asked
no idea
you replied
he lied
she said
he’s a fool
you stated
I’d not have left you
but he did
she breathed out
that’s the rub
you said
that the nail
that enters deepest
her eyes watered
and she put out a hand
and touched yours
hanging at the side
of your bed
where you were
strapped down
two ****** people
she muttered
both half dead
outside the room
a radio played
voices talked
someone sang
out of tune
they’ll be coming
to unfetter us
she said
quite soon.
Aug 18, 2012
Aug 18, 2012 at 2:06 AM UTC
Garner the relics of my shattered aura,
Unfetter me from the scaffolds of despair,
Frazzled by the quest of divinity,
My entity crumbles, segments scatter,
Marred is my spirit,
By the halitosis of demons that crowd my
mind,
Marooned in the island of pugnacious
beasts,
My faith dwindles, peace fritters away,
Fawn autumn leaves,
Blown by the gales to the kingdom of
solace,
Pity my soul, deride my existence
"Thee are nothing, but a fallible
saunterer, in the dynasty of abomination,
the reign of feigning fidelity."
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 4:17 AM UTC
Would that I could break my body from my chest
crack and spread the bones between my *******
release the fluttering muscle tied within
a bird bashing skull against my cage of sin.
Would that I could unzip my flesh, step outside
to finally inhale, exhale without such tightened hide
that keeps my anxious breaths bound among
the shrinking corded confines of my lungs.
Would that I could peel back my ribs and skin
at the sternum to set free the beast within
unfetter the spirit that cares so much it aches
from all the petty failures for which it breaks.
Would that I could scream and rip my hair
as though slicing to ribbons each worry, every care.
Would that I could - would I? I know not.
I would just as soon have all loves be forgot.
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 8:58 PM UTC
I envy not in any moods
The captive void of noble rage,
The linnet born within the cage,
That never knew the summer woods:
I envy not the beast that takes
His license in the field of time,
Unfetter'd by the sense of crime,
To whom a conscience never wakes;
Nor, what may count itself as blest,
The heart that never plighted troth
But stagnates in the weeds of sloth;
Nor any want-begotten rest.
I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 2:32 PM UTC
Your Better, that is what I am,
Yourself you do still ****
In contest, contentment seems to fail,
When poetic minds do contend.
Best regards they do send,
While they pick at every detail.
Creative nature sparks the worst in some,
When coupled with competition.
Enemies like minds do become.
Supposition melded with superstition.
Speak loud your own Voice.
Rather than quell your fear.
Given that dark choice.
Lash with your thorns,
In the end, who's head does it adorn?
The crucible of your own complaint.
Actions raised without constraint.
Hold yourself better,
Creativity to unfetter.
Yet still I am your better.
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 2:15 PM UTC
When was the last time you let the grass tickle your toes or let the fragrance of a rose twirl softly up your nose?
When was the last time you stopped the "I know's" and truly surrendered to the mystery that grows,
lusciously flows
and goes
trinkling back to home?
Do you dare to release your
hair to the bare
winds that breeze on by?
Do you dare, with quivered lips,
scream out to that aching sky?
Do you dare to fill your heart to the brim with love so good it shakes,
as you unfold your lips
and unfetter to the deepest most secret quips
of being,
left hidden in moments before the
earth quakes?
Do you dare to care
So much
So so so much
That all you can do is surrender?
Do you dare to point
your fingers to that sky
and whisper just
why why why
You do care
As the moon listens and
galaxies watch on
by by by.
In the bluest truest stare
You whisper
I do dare
I do care
I do do Do
Dare
To touch the Sky to the Earth
The Earth to Sky
To rebirth
And shed
To awake the sleeping dead
To be a soul fulfiller
To be a long standing pillar
To be genuine, wise, and humbled in my knowing
To let myself be, breathe, feel, feed
The grass that is growing
To be blossomed like the fig that simply shares
Or the trumpet that expands outwards with its blares~~
I release from affairs of empty cares
I stand before the sky
Naked in my silence
I stand before the wind
And whisper....
Do you hear me mother?
Soft whispers of I do
I do I do I do
Its true...
....I do dare...
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 6:08 PM UTC
Take hold the loose and bubbling tongue.
Unfetter the ridgid, crumbling flesh
Shoved
Into the snail's shell.
Shake off the jumping fly
On the edge
Of crust and dribbling sweet.
Let the languid breath
Float free.
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 10:01 AM UTC
The stock market, as we all know,
Can deal a mighty hard blow.
Some would do better
If they could unfetter
A penchant for 'Buy high, sell low.'
Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 1:09 AM UTC
Upon prima facie first blush
me mind's eye all atwitter,
sans long forgotten
"FAKE" ****** exploits
set mum (chrysos anthem) all aglitter,
boot like short order cook I hapt tubby
quickly realized trumpeting collusion,
a near fatal collision course
with Matthew Scott's antimatter
caw zing friggin insomnia
finding ma noggin scrambled
likesome lithesome cockamamie critter
whipped into frenzy
like battered butter
holy grits, alm manned in fight of ma life
cause I haint acquitter
baa (jaw edge), ah woe cup feeling
hedged hog extremely bushed 'n bitter,
this raging red bull inside me mind,
now body wheeling wickety wack,
lichen to moss elf gut seasonal litter
bitta asthma - insides
got balled into wah racket
like quietly rioting unfetter
herd plain tennis (see) hens,
gone south tub bespatter
ear rilly jawboning jabberwocky
reducing gray matter,
and all flesh sundered
into meaty platter
to pulverized, irradiated,
cremated... faux fluffernutter batter
analogous tummy Aunt
Jemima's famous flapjacks,
she fantastically fashioned better
than Betty Crocker
tossing spatulated glommed
**** suitable as bonesetter
high as the Taj Mahal,
while she merrily jabbered,
her native patois singsong blatter
all this inaudible clatter
muffled 10,000 maniacs mad as a hatter
madly clangorous dinner cowbells
aroused bacchanalian sybaritic skitter
ring jitterbugging fantasies
of barenaked ladies doth splutter
as bedraggled, frazzled, grizzled...poetry
like cocky rooster that did stutter!
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 3:00 PM UTC