"unimpaired" poems
thus by prosecutor charg-ed, with this crime so heinous~ed,
the judge insisted on a super speedy trial, this, a special case-d
"can't wait to hang this ***** be~deviler,
got me a jail, second only to hell,
if he thinks his hifalutin lawyers will get him de-roped!"
I plead guilty to save the state some moola,
avoid the expense of all the attendant hoopla,
but in my tired defense, I said little but this,
it was god who cursed me with this word-ly power!
now I ain't saying I was naturally bad,
but who are you to judge me so harshly ,
when all I did, with a tool god~given, was,
tell people how beautiful they are, so close.
never far, from bringing them forth to their fruition
so my intentions were good, tho my goose is cooked,
loonily, this I truthfully willingly confess, though just as bad,
I was lazy, I was negligent, I am now hell-bent for many
infractions, the greatest, chiefest of them all, was all the times,
!!!!!
***read a poem much beloved by other's on this blue earth,
weak from jealousy jealous, I never...reposted it! for their way
much better than mine, and I was too selfish to praise them,
so I expect I won't be too lonely in perdition, just another poet***
!!!!!!!! addition
*so children, teach your children well
a poet's hell will slowly go by, if they
fail to repost them hundreds of poems
that mak'em gasp~laugh-just plain weep,
for that will really **** (sorry lord) the one
true judge wh gave us this wordy blessing,
and is eagerly awaiting us special*
sinners
and that just might be my one true name…
(Oh sinner~man!
where are you gonna run too)
[{(]})]
p.s. this poem readily available to be reposted ('jes a 'gestion)
even
plagiarized elsewhere, but remember, when you, who stole it,
somebody's a~watching whose
vision is unimpaired.
plus, I got new software invented by Ai trained teachers,
so so, easy to find ya...
Sep 28, 2025
Sep 28, 2025 at 5:14 PM UTC
Fragile heart of her's
With all of his fake talks
Still is unimpaired
cause she loved
Still loves,with all her heart
Dreaming his action to reverse .
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 11:29 AM UTC
The firmest handshake
I've ever felt
Was that of a woman with
Only three fingers left
On her
Hand.
The biggest person I know
Is about the same hight as
His wheelchair.
His life is a richer one
Than mine will ever be.
Because he makes it so.
What worries do I have?
Yet some days are heavy.
I suppose being born
Unimpaired and staying so
Is an impairment at times
In itself.
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 6:15 AM UTC
On The Great Lawn of my mind,
The city's biggest dance floor,
Upon its cushions, stepping lightly,
The spring breeze, feeling its way,
Making, reawakening, a thousand acquaintances,
Absent parent kissing each long-lost babe-blade of grass
Breeze takes each blade of spring grass:
Cajoles, asks not,
With windy hands, guided missiles,
gentle/firm
push/pull
engage/ disengages,
open/closes
Breeze makes each one
Neck, caress their neighbor,
A thousand pas de deuces of
fresh faced green children.
All in all a triumphant processional,
Cloaked in robes of sky blue velvet,
Crowned by the sun's burnt orange kisses.
At the middle school dance,
The walls are portrait painted
with the shy ones,
The ones-who-don't-know-how-to-ask.
Passover's children
Needy for a Moses.
Student of the spring breezes,
This silly earnest teacher/chaperone,
Grand-pa-rent will:
Cajole, ask not,
With hands, guided missiles,
gentle/firm
push/pull
engage/ disengages,
open/closes
Under his tutelage,
Every boy and girl
A dancer, a blade,
Each a Passenger on the fuselage
Of his Spring Ballroom breeze.
These are my spring rites
imagined,
Visions of my sight
unimpaired,
Present and future
clarified.
Soon we will teach our own
Little Princes and Princesses,
The shelter of dancing,
Feel the embrace of nature,
Under the mantle of an
A Capella choir of tree leaves,
We will lie side by side,
Skyward pointing,
Sharing our spring-sprung imaginings,
Performing each and all
Upon the breeze to carry away,
For all to gleeful applaud!
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 9:22 AM UTC
Thank you for your hospitality
Thank you for what we used to be
Thank you for what you meant to me
Thank you for setting me free
Thank you for showing me finally
What I can become...
Reminding me of where I'm from
For washing away the rain
from my eyes
When all I could do
was lay down and cry
For showing me that I am all I need
That I can get up while my heart bleeds
For all the advice that I should heed
Thank you for the time we had
Thank you for the good and the bad
Thank you for teaching me to
Look up Look up
When all I see is the empty cup
For holding my hand
Making me understand
that I am worth it...
I was worth it...
..
am I worth it?
For all the moments that we shared
for being someone who cared
for holding me when I was scared
for giving love, unimpaired
I wish that I was more
I wish I could belong
I wish we weren't wrong...
Wishing never got me anywhere
I still can feel my heart tear
Why does this life have to be so unfair
Why look at me with teeth bared
remember what we shared?
remember when you cared?
can't you see I'm scared?
I will always hold you, in my heart
Though I may never hold you, in my arms
I pray you never fall to any harm
Go, Live your life
and I'll live mine
and remember life, from another time
and be missing you...
missing you..
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 6:38 PM UTC
“Walk right up to you,
To the root of your throne
And stare, expectant
Cup in hand, thirst in soul
Ready to drink, and just demand:
I yell and raise the cup to you –
‘Forgive me!’
I am a hypocrite child, a mockery to your blamelessness
Please grant me eyes true,
And a tongue that knows honesty unimpaired -
‘I’m Sorry, My God.’
Jul 18, 2020
Jul 18, 2020 at 5:43 PM UTC
Provide web connections
at the same time to all,
At the same PC
On the PC, at all times,
An internet site to provide safe supply
A nice guest
And every plant of the field,
so you do not need to worry about
Visitors to meet best management of Creek,
sand, and that the Cathedral Wildlife Scholarship of All Rich,
Bob Cow Standard Design Park,
recalls that he sits on the company's Sciences Center;
angles angrily shouts to a crowded ballroom for a new radio,
the modern shadows of John's economics,
kids water colored water is and pigs in Bedford Hills;
Mary's robot glasses, her famous smartphone running,
she is ********** and deliberately showing her _penpe_
standing in the early light so the developer
has the pleasure of seeing her; they are the Angels
of The Planck Institute for Destruction's Program
is stopped by a fool's kiss and touched without a mark;
It fosters cheap prices to the distance of the shadow
of the hairy hair raising up his own hands that are
saved to swallow us up to condemnation, or instead
of being negative or stubborn in their mourning;
Down Nation at the same time to be unimpaired by
the Connection Center Developer's
Internet Connection to the PCI;
All together now, than |
1, there is no connection to your PCI
While the rest of the Sea Link
is linked together;
Boom, the federal PC
provide links &
Plug-ins to your computer's
PC panels
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 3:02 AM UTC
Weeks and days
Spent in the haze
Trying to find who I was
When a man spoke in my ear
With words calm and clear
I would not find myself where I searched
I was without not within
I thought with a grin
Which is why peace eluded me
The truth unimpaired
Spoke by one who cared
Saved me from my own thoughts
And though from Adam
They know me not
I hope they know
The good they've brought
Though it may not feel that way
In these current darker days
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 12:12 AM UTC
-A gush more like an abundance of beautiful characterization evolves from your peach filled spirit. Its a vibrant resonance of bittersweet, soft,cool,bold,direct enunciation your love is worthy but your love comes never second to irrelevant bull****. Your a woman of great power, massive abilities your words flow deep deep within the veins of your soul those of which are never familiar of holding grudges. The golden shimmered but supple sweetness of your complexion has the ability to magnetize many eyes minds and souls keeping people glued like admiring an art sculpture. Full lips absolute and unimpaired for the perfect man to endow appreciate and adore. Daredevil at hand never depending on another woman or man's hand. Spirit insignificant never to be compared nor related to another spirit that is not as lively as yours. Majestry is what I call your elegance, your aura a sweet epiphany fantasizing about you because you never limit yourself you are indeed the shit. Your strength is astounding, although we've grown you are the feminine work of art, a soulmate I will never lose in spirit, the feeling ia stagnant I must be near you your laugh will always be a symmetrical rescue to my mental state of mind.
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 7:46 PM UTC
Cut it around the bend,
Eyes focused on the descent of time
A droplet ascertaining life
Dripping with momentous flow
Unadulterated and unimpaired
The form of a will occupies the air
Cut it around the bend,
There is nothing to the descent of time
Covered with unsteady palms
The warmth of these guilty hands
Swelling red from where pain still stays
Marked by the bitter pangs
Of the memories that persist and fight to remain
The feelings that soak in deep as much as they stain
Covered with unsteady palms
There is no warmth in these guilty hands
Streaked and aligned amongst tiles
A redden life will begin to grey
Now parallel to a cold horizon
Intoxicated by yet another day’s
Reminder of priors and those yet to come
Motions kept by the rise and setting of suns
Streaked and aligned amongst tiles
There’s nothing left of life but grey
It’s all over.
© 2014
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 5:22 AM UTC
)
)
•
(
^^^
Unimpaired vision
Clean
I remember
///
I remember my purity
•
Sitting quietly
Seeing if it is possible that you might love
Healing myself so you might love me
///
I sit and try to love you
I KNOW you'll love me when I do
//
This knowledge is the only god I know
The only god
I know
^^^
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC
I look back at our late-night conversation,
It was the first time I've heard your voice
I knew I was the slightest bit of anxiety
My fingers were a little cold
And I might have felt it trembling
But when you spoke,
Your voice lit up the fireplace in the room
And my hands began to grow warmer and warmer
As your airy words go fluttering from the speaker to my ear
I slowly felt cozy and the bit of alcohol from a while ago crawled back up
My words were unimpaired and free
The simple exchange of nonsensicality and infinite laughters
When we said good night,
I lay in bed looking at the ceiling
But all I see is pitch black
So I think about the look on your face
As we laughed at your stupid stories
and the pitter-pattering around your house
I wondered about the future events
If I pushed the green button again
But I just stayed there,
And waited
'Til I fell asleep
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 10:01 PM UTC
Hey there stranger!
Tis round about middle night. Très misterioso. Sleep a forgotten memory.
I am writing this missive from hell. Don’t dismiss my missive. Don’t be so negative.
Even the ****** are upbeat sometimes.
I was taken aback too. The downhill happened before I knew it.
Think of life as rolling snowballs. Individually, not so bad.
It’s the avalanche that crushes you.
OK, some days are disasters: dim to the brink of extinction, darkness and silence unimpaired, inertia and void as never seen before.
But you can never tell. Downs have ups. My crushing depression was long ago replaced by mere unhappiness. A weak weakness transformed into strong weakness. That’s progress.
I always fail, but every time I fail, I fail better. That’s improvement.
Add a little honey and the gall tastes fine. Drink up. Enjoy.
If you learn to suffer well, at least you are good at something.
So don’t worry. I am at the peak of the abyss. There is no bottom.
Dismally fine, I’ve never felt older. Words won’t do. Hush.
Nothing of uninterest left to say. Just wanted to reassure you.
All is as always. There’s no hope yet.
Soon the sun will rise over the nothing new world.
From the depths, I say hi.
Optimistically bleak,
Mike (or whatever sometimes speaks for him).
Nov 26, 2016
Nov 26, 2016 at 2:08 AM UTC
Victory! Shout by thee my blessed land
You who rest amid the ocean
Arise to his mountain His holy dwelling
Shout your joy, exalt his name
The Lord your God protected you
Prayers were counted, cries were heard
The wind spun, storm were scared
Left your land unimpaired
Victory! Shout by thee my blessed land
Look around you’re the one who stand
For you have made your God your stronghold
Exalted the name of the Lord
What scheme you have that you linger unharmed?
What fence you have that enemies cannot pass through?
Neighbours were astonished
As you scare the hurricane away
Victory! Shout by thee my blessed land
You delight him with your praises
He covered you with Mighty hands
Victory! Shout by thee,
You who rest in his arms
Praises! Praises! The victor’s shout.
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 4:09 AM UTC
It's all that I can know
Telescope, microphone
Camera eye in tow
Atoms traveling
Past the speed of light
And still we're moving
Into a entropy night
A hundred billion Galaxies
Each with a hundred billion stars
First it bends my mind
Then it sinks my heart
Somewhere other than nowhere
They are highly likely
Out there
Let my imagination
Be unimpaired
There's more than we can know...
Dec 16, 2016
Dec 16, 2016 at 6:00 PM UTC
<>
a lump in my bed
————————
sheet covered, toe to head, alive or ?
call it lumpen woman, though shapely,
the thick coverlet says yay, let’s suppress!
what lies sheet-deep, let everyone wanna guess?
two arms snakily shoot/emerge, straight out,
from besides ears, to aerate treasured tresses,
blonde mane, lioness locks, somehow sun colored, of the
rest, a-guessing kept, I man of reason, am’nt a speculator
reasoning that when the world was 1st created,
there was a holy hole in my side, missing a ribbing,
leaving me needy for a plugging, a poultice covering,
a bandage stitched, so my breathing unimpaired
thus this how and why the lumpen woman is come
into bed and body, to patch and complete, warm and
stoke me, wake up us to freshly chilled spring atmospheres,
and other supposed reasons to compose only love poetry
Fri May 22
early morn bedecked bed
isle of sheltering
May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 5:38 AM UTC
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)
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/\
/ \
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hey babe I see ya
••
after the years have passed our little lives by
And all we are ...?
( none dare say ! )
//
Futile useless memories
Of the love that we begged for
( so piteously and shamefully )
••
After the flood of pain has carried the whole world away !
••
Still
My love shall remain
True and unimpaired
•
after the memories of the love we begged for
Are washed away
•••
We shall walk empty streets with vacant eyes
And shall have no dreams
Only the hazy smog filled skies
Punctured by the cries of children
Being tortured in countless alleyways
|||
And every day shall seem like a long time
• •
Still
I will be there
With a love both true and fine
••
I will leave some food for you
////
I will perhaps sing a joyful song
/:/
I will still say
ANYTIME YOU WANT TO
YOU CAN BE FREE
/:::/
I know you won't hear me
But I will be there
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 7:12 PM UTC
on the dating site I subscribe to
poor like I am, but full of quality
content to never be perverse
thrilled you found me
like the boys I used to run with down the railroad tracks
free, unimpaired, undefined
open to change, open to evolving slowly
discovering me
cutting wood or planting a garden
listening to soft music
keeping time to my footsteps.
Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 5:40 PM UTC
Jetting out of the water on their tails, cackling at the birds that fly over head. Racing against mighty ships and small boats. Diving under them and back up again. Roaming the open sea unimpaired, Dolphins perform a ballet. Tricksters and noble creatures, they call to each other and flutter through the waves. Dancing over the swells, the elegant creatures swim in splendor, oh to see the Dolphin dance.
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 10:27 PM UTC