Best Fathomed Poems
In the land of finite, measurable calculus of existence,
You are a silhouette of mystique, esoteric obscurity,
A symbol ambiguous, living among realm of precision,
Unreachable to quotidian and simplistic enumeration,
Unamenable to honoring bounds of constrained world;
Yet, allured in metaphors, much alike a pretty woman,
Serenaded by poetic adulation in verses of fascination.
We invoke you when enormity we can’t comprehend
Being clueless of its reach or whether its journey ends:
Numbers uncountable, we postulate, seek your vicinity,
Universe we can’t grasp, we claim, expands infinitely,
Time propelling future, we surmise, ticks into eternity,
Whether space or distance you’re un-fathomed entity;
Oh! Infinity, the truth is, we can’t clasp your immensity.
Why, O, why you chase the unknown and the elusive?
Such a dry emotion to be everlasting without feelings!
Being eternal or endless ~offers not a beloved meaning
Unless you can be sensual, evermore of love romantic
Or the vows tolling forever in unbreakable relationships
Or timelessly striving to create treasures of memories
Or a paradise on earth blooming heavenly, perpetually.
Oh! Infinity, be laudable as can be, to instincts of poetry
But, remain true to self ~unknowable, nebulous intrigue.
November 22, 2021
Placed 1st: This or That, Vol 8 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: Of Infinity
“Give them back! Give my tears back, right now—with interest!!”
—Natsuki Takaya
She wrote her marine a letter, hopeful, bright
loved with her kisses and perfume. In sight,
the postman circles ‘round. Expectantly, she
hurries to the wooden box, near the Pear tree.
Spring is in the air with robins mating, daffodils
in potent bloom and the sudden goosebump’ chills.
Sarah shuts her bedroom door, pounces on bed,
allows steam to open the envelope, read what’s said.
“Dear Sarah, soon I go into the fight, I will write more
later, after the attack. Kiss kiss, x x, hug hug score.”
Later he continues with blood, sweat and tears.
Incoherently, blots - black and blue, slide down. Fears
march up and down her spine. Vietnam’s magic trick
was to steal her joy and love. America’s turning quick -
long ere, a neighbor, fathomed regress from her guy,
which would rip the torrential tearful cloud of her eye.
I can see us now Luv,
pettin ponies, musing in warm moon light,
free versin in satin style, a smile born from genuine form,
Two hearts too stubborn for apologies or effigies of maybies,
sunburned by stardom, kingdom of monsters fathomed,
forlorned by the "Cloak and Dagger" of fox hunt horn,
withholdin my love from you feels like a wasted martyrdom,
The riverbanks of apocolypse may swell over my joy
but I will not drown Luv, I will not crumple,
winds of hysterical 'what could be' scratch my face
still I do not frown, I collapse not to the ground,
I am not a runaway from your palace of peeps & pain,
nor am I a tresspasser in your orchard of ecstacy,
I can no longer accept lovin you in the third person,
these masks of merrigold manipulation have become dreadful,
Much of my life has been spent defendin
against manipulators, abusers, haters, and mockers,
I needed to hear you say
that my affection for you was not taken for granted,
Thanks for being my Eve on those evenings of earnest thirst,
my Viper Rose, that it was I you chose, as God knows,
my love is not runnin, its stayin,
not prayin or playin
just gainin from the sayin,
love once levied is forever bevied,
gotta keep certain that my spine is mine Luv -
J.A.B.
The earth is sleeping under the blanket of fog,
daylight gently awakens her from her stupor,
misty mountains melt in the magical morning,
as each step surprises us to what lays ahead,
The clouds float by, spreading their chillness in the air,
wispy breeze blows past sprinkling wintry cheer around,
atmospheric brume brushes away all boredom,
hovering haze heightens our heady adventure,
The climb uphill is as fuzzy as it can be,
vapours blur our vision and view of the valley,
beauty of the place is hid behind cloud curtains
with the biting weather assaulting our senses,
Walking through the clouds in an ethereal feel,
the presence of God is tangible than ever,
words cannot describe the artistry of that place,
some things must be experienced to be fathomed.
12.29.2020
If only alluring butterflies led me the right way,
If only ravishing flowers showed me the idyllic path,
If I fathomed what the blinking stars were trying to tell me,
I would come back to you in an instant!
May be you were immersed in thoughts of a meandering journey,
Perhaps you sent your adoring messages
with silvery clouds which floated away.
I would not be hindered by any obstacles, believe me, my love,
I would find my path to you!
Sometimes life is menacingly gloomy,
dark clouds cover the unilluminated sky,
Sometimes it rains relentlessly,
Oh my beloved, trust me, trust my unwavering love,
I would not lose my way even in the fiercest of darkness,
My path would not drift away from yours,
I would unmistakably return to you,
If Only.....
February 12, 2022
Edited and Reposted From My Poem " If Only” - Written For “If Only, May Be, Sometimes" Poetry Contest - 2020 (Sponsor: Silent One)
Photo 1 Reference: Story of Radha and Krishna is the most famous love-story in Hindu Mythology. While writing this poem, the story of their eternal love and devotion inspired me.
TWINFLAMES
Obsidian oscillated into lava
slid across syntactic streams
tumbled thick greenwood thickets
impenetrability an intricate illusion wicked
shattering splintered sassy sinkers
Lord Ashtar himself lifted gnarled garbage
two big broken black bags to Source
split seconds of screaming searing sores
then baby posture soaked singular satin
Prophet Daniel’s prison-free prediction
Coloured lava languid loosened
yin-yang of yesteryear’s yarrows
as Watchfulness wedded yearnings
no black bumblebees boomeranged bombs
rainbow hands belled belly beckoning
Solar flares ignited twin hearts atoning
corona emissions spilling splashing space
sodalite sprinkled sundrenched shores
kaleidoscope pupils pleasing pulsing fate
Hearts purely placed on golden plate
Four eyes fathomed Guy Fawkes fickle
feuding onto a fervid foolproof floor
Stonehenge now sturdily steadily stood
sedating simple silent sleep suavely
Axis acceded alchemical ascensions
Missions matched mottoed moulded mountains
timelines merged in mossy musical movement
Justice jumping jibbing Jungian jurisdiction
Presence posied a present perfection
Dreams delivered dictums to Duet
Delicious domed desserts diffusing !
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song
2024
If only alluring butterflies led me the right way,
If only ravishing flowers showed me the idyllic path,
If I fathomed what the blinking stars were trying to tell me,
If there were not many uneven pebbles in the meandering stream
I was following,
I would come back to you in an instant!
May be you were immersed in puzzling thoughts of uncertainty,
May be you were worried I would be lost in complex maze of the world,
Perhaps you sent your adoring messages with silvery clouds which floated away.
I would not be hindered by any daunting hurdles, believe me, my love,
I would find my path to you!
Sometimes life is menacingly gloomy,
dark clouds cover the unilluminated sky,
Sometimes it rains relentlessly,
our eyes indistinctly mystified.
Oh my beloved, trust me, trust my unwavering love,
I would not lose my way even in the fiercest of darkness,
My path would not drift away from yours,
I would unmistakably return to you.
August 3, 2020
Second Place
"IF ONLY, MAY BE, SOMETIMES" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Brian Strand - 1071 - Poetry Contest
FIRST PLACE
February 12, 2022
Photo 1 Reference: Story of Radha and Krishna is the most famous love-story in Hindu Mythology.
Computers are not natural for me
I did not grow up knowing how to swipe
Scrolling up and down meant parchment paper
Bringing thoughts of ancient Rome to my head
Database, laptop, I-phone, were unknown words
Not developed yet, unheard of, not fathomed
I speak the language of trees, the sun, cloud talk.
Doing my best to imitate the trills and squawks of birds
I know my brain cannot duplicate beak talk
And yet I try, feeling a kindship to everything outdoors
Lying sometimes on a mound of dirt, feeling loved
There is a reverence here I cannot feel at the end of a swipe
Think, therefore, because
We are, immortal shining
Bright as the sun a million
Times over, relieved in shades
Of light and dark. This which we
Seek eludes the touch of
Understanding and refuses to be
Fathomed, to learn of just how deep
This thing goes. ‘To Light’ we cry
In the darkest hours of night
When the fear settles on us like a pall
And the ancient horrors walk the corridors
Of our minds as we struggle to sleep.
Silence remains forever elusive to even the
Weariest of those courageous enough
To search the abandoned roads that lead to
No truth other than: the road goes forever on.
Still, their lives were not in vain, for even
Though they failed in their quest they found
Something much more valuable. Purpose.
A thing for which we are woefully lacking
In our small existence on this hurtling rock.
But in this, discouragement comes swiftly,
Brutalizing the strongest and planting doubt
That swells to be all consuming. Let it not
Inhabit or take up residence, or it will surely
Destroy. Search not for the silence, or the purpose,
But only listen. The clamor is not in the least
Unpleasant. In time it is the most beautiful
Music to the lovers’ ears. It calms with the promise
Of life lived and joy undiscovered. Peace. Uncompromised and
Heavy with distilled hope. It flows like moonbeams
To melt upon the soul. In the darkest of night, it comforts,
And with the light, it binds.
The Unfathomable Depth
The lunar orb has shed its mystery,
The Martian tract is now the goal of man,
No more distance is a word of glory
And no more is space beyond human ken.
Yet the chasm between man and man
Grows with every gust and every breath,
Down and down the solitary den
Man sinks and builds his lonely nest.
Man has fathomed the earthly planes,
Man has scanned the the atomic lanes,
Nature has he tied to his own needs,
He can boast of unlimited deeds.
Yet man is to himself a mystery,
His own heart is a boundless sea,
Where conflicting waves rest and roll
And reflects the the light of the soul.
His soul is an unfathomable depth,
Where neither winds nor tempests ever blow,
His soul is of such an immense breadth
That no learned bard can ever know.
In the solitude of my mind,
Something deep I find,
In the tranquil of my soul,
There’s a gentle flow.
A door opens to me,
I’m buoyed across the turbulent sea,
I’m embraced by silence,
I’m held by its hand.
As I walk through the meadow,
In the twilight shadow,
I’m alone with my thoughts,
I fetch from the fountain of silence.
It cannot be fathomed, the power of silence,
It can’t be said in a single sentence,
I find solace in its room,
A path out of gloomy ambience.
May 8, 2024.
I went fishing last week with a banker
On an impressive one hundred foot yacht
But when I joked and called it a tanker
I fathomed my real big fat mouth was caught
I threw out my line, hooked one, and yanked her
But it snapped my feeble rod like a twig
Although what elevated my rancor
Was that the fish got my favorite jig
Therefore, I tried once again to shank her
With that large hook used to lift bales of hay
But in this case that didn’t help bank her
Coz once again the darn thing got away
So I stuck some bait onto the anchor
And then dropped it into the deep blue sea
But that beast pulled the yacht down and sank her
And that’s the last time that he fished with me.
David Fisher October 1, 2015 Trashed #3, sponsor, Broken Wings
Do you see what I see?
In the light of the new day
While birds chirp
Expectantly
Do you see the potential?
Of trying again
Doing it maybe a little
Differently
A new day,
Another chance
To try old things
Or something new
The favour and grace
Of being woken up
Can only be fathomed
When you witness
The sadness and heartbreak
Of someone who lost a loved one
The what if’s and the wish I could haves
Written on their faces
So if today you wake up sad,
Tired of life and all its challenges
Spare a thought -
You are still needed
Someone still needs you
To be their shoulder,
Someone still needs you
To share in their laughter
But most importantly
You are still here by grace
©184528072013
Springtime put a spring in my step
Bluebird brought bright bars of music next
I saw her sip at the faithful fountain; sing soulfully
As I prayed: wishing the world was well, more certain
About the value of various voices: bird, boy, girl, gadfly ...
I threw something out the window, absent-mindedly
What happened next is sad, sadder still, all birds are hurting ...
For you see, what I threw out so absent-mindedly
Was a careless word: "Shush, shush, you sing the same old song!"
Bluebird looked and looked, a long minute without a note -
And as silently as she had surrendered her songs at my abode
She flew off in a fluttery flummox. She has not been seen
Near me. I have been so sorry since, prayed in between -
But my vicinity may welcome the Trinity, but not birds this season
A word - my careless words - have wounded wren and robin
Bluejay and finch, Baltimore Oriole and Barn Owl ...
They stay away ... And the Mockingbird sent word with Guinea Fowl
That I am a moody man, melodramatic, even erratic
(Birds have forgiven; they have fathomed I'm a fettered hummingbird).
Forever held in heart and mind
Day by day for all my time
Unjust, unfair and so unkind
Wishing this life could just rewind.
Never fathomed such lonely times
When you and I could not confide
Hopes and dreams which cross our minds
Our greatest fears, regrets and binds.
I know you now watch from above
Forever sending down your love
Spirit soaring above like the holy dove
And when I slow, you give a gentle shove.
In time I know we'll meet again
Your wisdom guides me through my pain
As rays of sunshine that break the rain
Somehow I know it's not all in vain
Yet, still I wish that on this Earth you did remain.
Dedicated to my baby Sister
Kali Raalene
Taken in form
Everlasting in heart and mind.
There are many who will always love you for who you were and how you touched their lives.