"untrammelled" poems
Ach so! thou much-praised and lauded Milwaukee,
Thou delightful Wisconsin Stadt of boundless pulchritude,
Verily hath History endowed thy blessed name
With the noisomely beery breath of immortality!
And thank the benign Almighty in highest Heav’n
That thy delectable streets and arboreal squares
Doth remain heretofore untouched by unseemly civic strife,
Despite thy renown as veritable midwife to Sewer Socialism!
Yet, tear-inducing recollections have I of this dwelling-place
And herewith followeth heart-rending remembrances
Of what transpired when I inveigled a plump young Mädchen there
For a brief sojourn of untrammelled concupiscence.
Alas, alack, after gorging her impetuous appetites
On a gargantuan repast of mitteleuropäische delicacies,
Methinks her poor heart gave up survival’s uneven battle
And, warbling a soft piffero-reminiscent sigh, she expired.
‘Twas too tragic thus to depart this happy welkin in mid-prandials,
Emitting a final flatus, sweet adieu, from her rearmost aperture,
Leaving me, her poor forlorn swain, bereft and solitary,
Faced with mine host’s request for instant monetary rendition.
From that naughty place of my bereavement fled I,
Clutching to my ***** the contents of her silken purse,
Determined to partake in untrammelled ***** licence elsewhere,
Ere the chanticleer’s dawn croak wake the inebriated citizens.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 12:21 PM UTC
The lake is smoothed jade after the rain
and only the commercial flotsam
of a lonely plastic Aqua bottle is adrift
on untrammelled waters.
A butterfly of the kind we usually see pinned and dead
drifts by
like me, enjoying the return of the sun,
“mata hari”, the eye of the sky
shining fiercely like Hanuman
from a leaden countenance.
Boys fool by my verandah view offering
to sell me a girl.
The travellers pass through like capsules,
pausing only to bleed money into outstretched palms.
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 3:22 AM UTC
Stop right now and NUT IT OUT
Which way you wish to go,
Do you want the wealth and stressful strain
Or blithely flick and throw?
Do you preen yourself with smiling pride
Owning shining chattels new,
Whilst shallow OTHERS OGLE
With those envious eyes on you?
Or do you seek the clean four winds
Untrammelled by concern,
With sleeping bag, a crescent moon
Whilst crackling bonfires burn?
Have you thought to chuck it all
The car, the house, the boat
And cause your superficial friends
To snigger, leer and gloat?
To simply live in HUMBLE CIRCUMSTANCE
To wake without a plan,
To greet the day with unconcern
And breathe a new, fresh man.
Is the courage there to TAKE THE CHANGE,
Can you make the first big move,
Or does convention stay your hand
To stray from comfort’s groove?
Have you thought about what others think,
Reactions from the crowd,
The clamorous cacophony
Of objection rendered loud?
“Absolutely NOT, my dear”
Pygmalion my ****
To throw it all away, Silly,
Simply would... betray your Class!
“It’s all so rudimentary
This thing of living rough”
“Reminds me of the great apes,
And other basic stuff!”
There’s loads of reasons why YOU CAN’T,
The mortgage at the bank,
Insurance is essential
And while we’re being frank...
There’s the tennis club subscription
And the afternoons I’d miss
Sipping lattes with the ladies
..though, the gossip’s SO remiss.
Perhaps we’ll put it off for now
Another day perchance,
When devilment and joi le vivre
EFFUSE another prance.
When the dream of having freedom
With the cold wind in my hair,
Will drive me to release
The inner WILDNESS hidden there.
Marshalg
Victoria ParkTunnel
4 March 2011
Mar 4, 2011
Mar 4, 2011 at 6:14 PM UTC
Oh the years have paved the way
Across my leathered, weary hide
And wracked their worst, un-countenanced,
Before a mind that can’t abide…
Intolerance of racial plague
Or sanctimonious pedants, vague.
Serenely I have watched it play
Across the tapestry of time,
Watched the rise and fall of man
From point of view of one sublime
Who sits in sun, who sits in shade
Untouched by all the great charade…
Of those who claw a comrade’s face
To gain esteem in power’s grace.
With toothless maw I masticate
The softness of this pure white grain
Untrammelled by the lure of sin,
Untroubled by the drag of strain….
See troubled waters pass me by
From torrent flow to pebble dry.
Through clouded eyes I see it all
The strong, the weak, the proud, the vain,
And those who seek eternity
But seldom pause to sense refrain…
From softly spoken words of love
Where teardrops fall to pools of blood.
Verily I say to you,
Take heed my friend or feel the pain,
From one who knows the way of things,
From one who sorts the chaff from grain…
Take heed or suffer loss from chance
For chance controls this merry dance.
Across the years I’ve sat in sun
Breathed the dust and watch it run
Amok… as sane men have their way,
To rule and wreck another day….
They die alone in cold remorse
Whilst most ignore without recourse.
Marshalg
On the bank of the river Ganges
21 July 2012
© 2012 Marshal Gebbie
Jul 20, 2012
Jul 20, 2012 at 10:51 PM UTC
Word called this file
Document18
and it’s funny to think
I have that many windows
open.
Funny to think how
that many thoughts have
leapt from the tank
dripping in revelation and
so sure of themselves
they demand a pristine
white canvas
untrammelled by lesser words
where they (think they) shine
like white hot stars
but are only so much
cheap gaudy neon.
Jul 27, 2012
Jul 27, 2012 at 12:48 AM UTC
Words you uttered, by me float
On spectral feet of misted prose,
To render now this leaden way
Unburdened quite, as scented rose.
Unburdened as thy uttered terms
Relieved within, a turgid band
Of rectitude, entangled in,
Malevolence of sordid hand.
Ah! the free untrammelled way
Of easement from the dark within,
So easily you spoke to
comprehensively, dispel the grim.
Serenely so, create my smile
To warm this heart, to clear the eye,
You, henceforth friend, shall be to me
As blue-ness in this wondrous sky.
Marshalg
28 November 2015
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 8:01 PM UTC
It fell like a leaf from a tree at year’s end,
faded and crisp, a photo drifting to the floor.
She was there, thirty years before, wheat jeans,
chambray shirt, straw colored hair spun to gold.
Who sees me now? Invisible to the eyes of the glorious young,
a nimbus of white wreathing an old man's face, desire
untrammelled by age. She threaded my heart, embroidered me,
sewed patchwork into a life. Cradling children snuggled between,
we rocked ourselves to sleep each night, dreaming a wish
to throttle time.
Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 2:59 PM UTC
When the chaos
that is confusion
in a mind drugged
by illusion
becomes the sanity
of a society
that is comfortable
in its reptile skin
and
the spin put on the word
outweighs a
centrifugal force
it will be time to tie a rope
around the baggage I call life
and take that leap that's
called so laughingly into
a fate,
what could be worse than this?
There are miles in this asylum
left untrammelled by the careworn
who have torn out pages from the book
where holograms were shreds of space
into which their eyes could look upon an
unruffled sane society,
but we gave them LSD and shocked
their systems
systematically.
I have loved those minutes and more the
seconds that lasted for an eternity when
she
that possessed the X-ray eyes could draw
the colours of my aura all around her.
Chaos and
creatures with
distorted features
comic book heroes
dreams of flying,
why in
a minute
when the second is
long?
when there's nothing wrong
there is nothing to right
but we fight against it
and we're right against it
always.
Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 5:22 PM UTC
Liberty to itself exposes
Limitation’s weakness
Upon the face of liberty
Staring back in beauty
At the ugliness of chains
Freedom is what happens
To untrammelled thought
Left to its own delight
It is the natural consequence
Of beautiful significance
Liberty dwells delightfully
Where repression fails
To threaten human frailty
Laying down poetic law
Writing up our freedom
Freedom is soul expression
Engraved in beautiful thought
So natural to a poet
Remoter still to politics
Yet closer to our heart
Liberty is what liberty does
Increasing the joy of love
Sharing our soul’s humanity
Extending our compassion
To others bereft of beauty.
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 10:36 AM UTC
An ocean of pink and white
Waves are her petal bed
A sprinkle of beauty
A gossamer spread
Untrammelled they fall
Down to kiss the ground
Refinery"s best in show
Flutterdown everglow
Not by fluke was fondness captured
Lying luckily , eyes raptured
Twas here not by chance
Basking in her Flamboyance
thank you
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 7:36 AM UTC