Best Explanation Poems
Do angels walk amongst us, to be honest I really don’t know
My answers may seem rhetorical, for what life tends to throw
Could well be our imagination, reaching out tendrils with clasps
Preventing approaching damnation, attempting one final grasp
Strange intervention can occur, when life’s staring into the void
Could it merely be coincidence, or vague influences redeployed
Inexplicable yet tangible, transcending all logical explanation
Might some forces of nature step in, to try avert utter ruination
This is no conspiracy theory, or narrative about personal hurt
Doesn’t matter if you believe, penning this for what it’s worth
I’m not a self righteous person, neither practice any religion
Still mysterious events, have manifestly altered my decisions
Where do these anomalies come from, I cannot figure it out
Haphazard random chaos, or designed for moments of doubt
Despite this, I remain reluctant, to place all my trust in faith
Intelligence is the apex and scourge, driving that inner debate
So how about, ‘spiritual but not affiliated’, sounds like a plan
Being agnostic means, never to dismiss anything out of hand
Whatever’s underpinning reality, God or quantum mechanics
My gut feeling, angels of shape and form, do walk amongst us.
There’s no suitable explanation for
me- no premise by premise,
with a slight scent of rosed misconceptions
leading to my conclusion.
Scientists? Well they’d have me
believe i’m the effect of some
orgiastic collaboration of molecules.
But without my mind, i’m lost (and
they cannot fix that with surgery)
skeptics aside, why am I here? What’s
my function?
My function is merely to
exist.
To exist within those short breaths
taken upon the peak of dawn’s smile. Within
the st-studdering flutter of eyelids
during the first sight of love, the first
realization of fate.
I’ve set on this land so the sun can shine
through my eyes lifting my head to the clouds,
and my arms to the horizon.
And in my moment of pure innocence
and certainty, you look upon and smile.
and in that brief stare-
I exist in you.
I exist for you. Whoever
you are. (morning jogger, tricycle
warrior, dreamwalker)I am simply here
For our thin glimpse of truth:
that I exist within you
as you in me.
God incarnate, I am not.
But I am given the chance to obtain
God-like attributes. to be a part of Your
life, however miniscule or unimportant.
I made You smile. I made You
laugh. I made You turn. I made You love.
I made You exist.
If only for Me You exist.-
I know it matters little,
At this time, I am sure,
But I've always felt,
I owed you,
A reason why,
We did not endure...
As I approach,
The final destination,
I've unfinished chores,
I must amend,
And I guess
It's up to each
Of us to tend...
It may sound insane,
In fact, I think it is...
I was feeling too much in love,
Something had to give...
All I'm sure of,
Is this, I do swear...
It was never a question...
Of if I did care...
All I'm sure of, that is,
Whoever followed me,
The luck was his...
I felt I was losing control,
Felt jealous and insecure,
Withdrew into a defensive caccoon,
But there's even more...
I knew I blew my chance
With the most beautiful girl
I ever had,
One who shared my love,
And to this day I'm sad...
I did what I'm good at,
I ran away and hid,
My life was forever changed,
The dumbest thing I ever did...
I know it sounds insane,
And I'm sure that this is true,
But one thing I can swear,
I never ever,
Stopped loving you.
We met and soon became good friends.
and I invited her home for tea;
where she stood in my living room with her eyes closed,
you have two ghosts, she said !
Well, I had suspected as much,
is it an old woman with a cat, I asked;
that is my grandma and snowball the cat,
and they sit in that chair near the window watching.
Soon, our conversation got deep and mysterious,
she told me could see the past and future;
I was fascinated and wanted to know what she saw,
she told me I had lived many past lifes !
But, I always died young and still beautiful,
some of my deaths tragic;
in one I was lost to the ocean,
and in all my life's I have been searching for love.
She knew things about me that she could not have known,
I could feel her ethereal spirit;
she seemed unworldly and puzzling,
and told me I will again die young in this life !
Oddly, I have suspected this for a long, long time.
I will never know old age;
she told me she had been a witch in one of her life's.
burned at the stake by frightened men.
Each time we met, I gained more details of my past life.
it was beyond explanation to me;
the details unfathomable,
I had no previous experience with clairvoyants !
Or any people with sixth sense,
but, I do believe there are things we do not know;
things obscure, veiled and concealed,
outside the scope of the known.
But, I do know for sure that Grandma,
and Snowball cat are my very own ghosts.
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December 13, 2021
Poetry/Verse/Beyond Explanation
Copyright Protected, 12-1412-840-13
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for Premier the contest, Paranormal
sponsor, Robert James Liguori, Judged 12/29/2021
Second Place
For these few years past
How I have sought to explain,
Though I keep a positive face
A useful even helpful life, a quiet voice,
The deep bleeding cost
The shadow that hovers near
Even the sun's best days
The soul's cells, how they
Learn to cower and shrink
For fear they will waken again
A dragon that barely sleeps
When wakens it roars
And spreads its harsh breath
Into the body both electrical
And bone hammering aches
The hope destroyer
The fear feeder
This deep unending pain
And that indeed, one does
Slowly change.
What must I do to see this through-
Unlock the world I never knew?
For all I've seen hath been untrue,
As all I've felt hath plagued me, too!
I am no more, past Deaths before
I've reached the end of Living War-
(To see through eyes both blind and closed)
A life to touch, but never know...
We may have had none, one, two, or more
Intricate mistakes we quell to adore
Unconsciously transcending perfidy from the heart
Counterfeit penitent that epitomizes the start
Remiss to the love that ensure no art
Mad that it happened, we wish it never did
We tried to intact the emotions that we hid
Until we hackneyed three words for bid
“I love you” manifest the aspersion for real
When the heart cajoled its life to kill
Rationalisation of Explanation
Do not question
The almighty plan
For such are the reprisals of fear
That turn blind despair into adulation
The evident proof
Existent in raped women and children
Irrefutable in famished stomachs
Undisguised in all the suffering
Hangs stark and uncompromising
Humanity through centuries of historical brutality
Has treated us with its incontinent blood
And defiled every precept of love
“Nothing” has come to save us.
But still we cling
Desperate in our own life times
For some semblance of a reason
Prepared to receive the miracle
Which never comes
One day they say
Is one thousand years in the mind of God
And so
All these prayers will never be answered
Not until the human voice
For a millennia has repeated a single word
It is an existence of shame in heaven
That such cruelty
Does not comprehend
This state of being called “Human”
Of one life times capacity to be
So free and so very happy
We pass unrealised in all our potential
Having lived our lives in suffering
Nailed up and stripped to idiot faith
In some bland concept of Gods fathers day
Turns every apparent truth
Into the conceivable lies of fools
Explain if you would
The torment
Rationalise by some beliefs excuse of a plan
How God allows this to happen
Faith is a mockery
Which does not accept responsibility
and allows us to close our eyes
And continue to live in luxury
And while mankind persists in its idolatry of God
And passes the buck
To some unknown biblical saviour
Some Messiah who will receive all our sin
Half the world continues starving
Raping, warring, murdering, thirsting
Dieing of curable diseases
Judged by their colour
Living in hovels on rubbish tips
Pogroms of sectarian violence
Racial cleansing
Oil pipelines
And nationalistic patriotic flag waving
God
It is an existence of shame in heaven
That such cruelty
Does not comprehend
This state of being called Human
Of one life times capacity to be
So free and so very happily
Exultant
It is not by choice that I obtain
elation from
your memory, nor is it by will that I
crave the
you of our past. If truth be my
means of
expression, then at best, the excuse
for my
affection is equated with complexities
of
conscious and convolutions of a soul,
Or is lost within the depth of the
meaning of life.
To confess such devotion, over the
years,
became an act of attempting to
breathe,
yet to offer reason for why a heart
loves
is to elucidate ineffable emotion.
Though the question deftly wields
validity,
The answer...is the meaning of a
dream.
Yet, I render this humble
explanation:
"The reason my heart longs for
yours
is the same my mind yearns for
diction.
In it, I discovered something deeper
than
breaths. Within diction, I found
meaning,
And within your existence...I found
faith."
Told you I'll confuse you with
my words
These words,that I say
Makes much more sense if I
explain
Tell you the hidden meaning
I mean it,I mean that
I'll hide within my rhythm of
words
I encourage you to listen
Feel this
Feel my words float through
your
mind
And understand where you
stand
Within my words
I come from no return
Back to the sender
I remember
Nothing
But I speak on it
Love. Bullying. Relationships.
Sex. Abuse. Loneliness. Anger.
Racism. Heartbreak. Lost.
Adventures. War. And
absolutely nothing.
Doesn't mean I've experienced
it
But I understand it
I learn it
I know the right words to use
For those who can relate
I rate,irate?
Don't be,cause you're not alone
I own,I loan you my words
Hear this
Feel this
Understand it's
My heart to heart
Don't be afraid
As I explain
This is
My art of art
9-2-6
running to “biblical” conclusions
before
pondering climate change
My vision was tainted
I just couldn't see
the hurt turned into a red cloth
held by a crazed banshee
I charged with whatever I could find
not thinking of anything
the hurt just made me blind
I didnt stop to think of you
the consequences were not in sight
My rage just turned into a bloody fight
regret is now weighing me down
the shame is raising and I must drown
and hope the hurt that I caused you
does not run deep as deep as you say
I never wanted to hurt you that way
I can't promise I wont ever do or say stupid things
I can't promise sometimes when jealousy springs
But I'll never be shy of saying I'm sorry
I'll always admit when I'm wrong
I'll never give you dumb excuses
or sing you lies in a song
I'll always be ready to listen
I'll always be here to care
When life is so so good
Or things in general just aren't fair
I love you for a reason
you see things oh so clearly
your the pure amongst the debris
Whatever your thoughts of me now
I deserve and don't blame you at all
the damaged is done, is it irreparable?
I know you need time and even then
in me your trust you will find it hard to reinstall
But just incase, to let you know
I'm just here waiting for your call....
I like it. And thanks for that information about Haiku's
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like nightly compline (5)
which to me is always fine (7)
glad that it is mine (5)
This is my Horn Haiku
which has five beats
followed by seven beats
then five beats. Hiaku
does not have any
capital letters or any
punctuation.
They normally do not
rhyme though. Mine
do. Here are some
more Horn Haiku.
we must chuck and jive
when we should want to survive
will remain alive
what we should surmise
is best if we improvise
needing alibis
got up his dander
having some sort of slander
also will pander
was truly tender
that always had much splendor
being big spender
with each occasion
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James Thomas Horn
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
“Hey that’s me bloody video!” I thought the cops had robbed me.
But they said they’re brought it back from a successful robbery.
“Aye!” I said “A robbery! The video was here when we went to bed”.
“Well it seems that it was stolen while you slept” the copper said.
I looked at me watch and seen the time was pretty close to four.
“Strike me! When did he knock it off?” One cop said, “I’m not sure,
but I s’pose an hour or two ago” and I just shook me head.
“He done us while the pair of us were sleeping soundly in our bed!”
It’s four o’clock, so close to two this mongrel must have struck.
The copper’s said me quick return was much more than flamin’ luck.
They said I used me ‘nut’ by scratching my name on me stuff,
and to snaffle up this thieving ‘mug’ my contribution was enough.
By ‘gee’ I’m feeling angry knowing our privacy has been invaded
and we never heard a flamin’ thing while our home was raided.
The mongrel could have slit me throat, then raped me missus too!
To think we slept through his invasion. I can’t believe it’s true!
“I demand to see that flamin’ thief to get from him a thing or two”.
But a copper said “I’m sorry mate, but it’s something you can’t do.
Don’t worry though you’ll get your say when you face him in court”.
“No! No!” I shook me head and then explained “The robbery means naught”.
“You see I've had many nights like his; home late and full of beers.
Now that bugger he’s done something that I have tried for years.
I want to ask one question that’s bugged me all me married life -
how did he get inside the house, without waking up me wife?”
Queen Bess's Uniform
We didn’t want the frostbite
We didn’t want the burns
We didn’t want to leave our homes
And families far astern.
We didn’t like the future
As we grimly sailed away
But we wore Queen Bess’s Uniform
And did it anyway.
We didn’t want the battle
Or the bayonets at night
We didn’t want to lose our lives
In such a distant fight
We didn’t want the air raids
Every moment of the day.
But we wore Queen Bess’s Uniform
And did it anyway.
We didn’t want a medal
Or parades in front of crowds
We didn’t go there
Just because we wanted to look proud.
If we’d known then what we know now
We might have stayed away
But we wore Queen Bess’s Uniform
And did it anyway.