Best Incomprehension Poems
In this old sensing bad world,
Old is good,
The old culture,
Listening to a song nature,
Music their literature,
A violin at every home,
Like one with Nero Rome,
Violin in feminine for the men then,
A fiddle in the middle of hands,
The four strings of violin like four nerves of women,
Carrying not blood but fear,incomprehension,shyness,
And loathing no men but own men,
The women were pure like music from violin,
The old not violent,
But a good violin,
Oh Girl! let the music play on from the old violin!
(Basing on the culture of our South Asian bounds)
Categories:
incomprehension, appreciation, culture, music, relationship,
Form:
Light Verse
I. Noise in an empty hallway:
My old leather shoes protest as I hurry down the linoleum tiles
Like I'm wearing a little piece of history older than I am.
II. Headlights on a dark road:
Speeding down narrow country roads
windows rolled down and Autumn wind rushing through the car
Ripping my hair from its tie
My arm stretching out the window, numb in the night air.
III. Ephemeral beauty:
For a moment, life is endless and incredibly brief
Stretching before me like a dusty trail at sunset
Disappearing into the trees.
IV. Origin of life:
There is this vague, unnamable incomprehension in my chest
Like euphemisms, that is the easy way out
This is the hard way: I am alive, alive, alive
When one cell became thirty trillion, I gained consciousness.
V. I am not the sum of my parts:
I don't have the faith to believe
That all my thirty trillion cells are a fluke of nature
VI. Evidence:
I am the proof of divinity's existence
A signpost shouting "I am alive" thirty trillion times with all the power of my lungs
Designed for miracles
VII. Rene Descartes:
It is not
I think; therefore, I am
It is
I think; therefore, He is.
Categories:
incomprehension, god, humanity, life, math,
Form:
Free verse
The stars both numb and inspire,
awe either enraptures or terrifies.
The word ‘infinite’ becomes a conjectural sum
to be defined by pundits in bow ties
and star-crazed, white coated messiahs.
Tilt your head back on a cloudless night
feel the cold mathematical anesthesia
of the infinitesimal, not anything fathomable,
not even a reckoning in an unsolvable puzzle;
a nonplus that breeds only more numbers
until like a train calculations runs out of rails
to travel upon.
Each mental abacus
must be pre-set for incomprehension
and that beyond the tyranny of numbers
we can, in the end, count only ourselves in
and that is by no-means certain.
Categories:
incomprehension, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Anyone can write…
and drown in their self-delusions;
from persons into personifications
lists of passions, glorify self's illusions;
down those lists,
most veiled by incomprehension
one's passion is most often expressed
as the byproduct,
of misconstrued personal emotions;
therefore, in these briefs that follow
rest some seeds for those
whose mental fields lay perpetually fallow…
Xenocrates, his gods being unity and duality
i.e. episteme, aisthesis, and doxa
are lost to US,
by rue of epistemonike aisthesis;
Mersenne's numbers,
to Eratosthenes' sieve
Erd?os' factorization,
and Archimedes' constant conceived;
Holy vowels expressions!
Great Gobs of Goose shite, please!
release US from this context,
relieve this tumultuous tease;
probe Bertrand's Postulate,
exposing your thinking's
prime numbers seized;
however shallow, and wordless
your tongue tied thoughts do concede…
so many things are above me,
so many more lay beneath
my scratching, itching, and twitching
these are reminders of my simpleton's grief…
in this fiat before me
on these issues held, and in my beliefs
that my mind is much more
than the street corner tavern's
proverbial hat rack…
now that's a relief!
What is it within US?
that sullen darkness and introversion hides
those snide daily reminders
the eclipse of the sun
and or a debutante's swoon
a cheap parlour tricks wonder
or that pin-striped baboon's face
we each express as we howl at the moon…
Excuse me this meandering
but, it is my gut busting chortle
you now so surely conceive
that this little snippet from our dear William
does so help you believe
that we all live this one time
so as ourselves, do profoundly achieve
what your inquisitive conscience
exposes as your life's
most constant semibreve…
['Think of this life; but, for my single self,
I had as lief not be as live to be
In awe, of such a thing, as I myself.']
in conclusion of
this bit of confusion
do infuse this allusion
as your daily transfusion
of the smack of illusion
and the sole, blithe, transformational revolution
now necessary for your mindset's
ever changing and ongoing mental de-evolution.
Categories:
incomprehension, poetry, political, rap, writing,
Form:
Free verse
Waiting. The minutes groan arduously.
Somehow, perhaps – my heart fails to beat
with the rush of your momentary attention.
Perched precariously on spikes
Flesh colored, yet artificial –
Manikin fingers, fidgeting.
Mournfully drenched in factious apology.
Our eyes meet briefly, then dart with bashfulness,
Choreographed precisely.
Words uttered repetitively from wine stained lips
Fill the tortuous silence – hesitantly.
Your hollow ghost memory, porous and unsubstantial.
'We can work at this, ' you finally choke
An unfamiliar innocence, grasping -
Your voice childlike in its simplicity.
And for a second, I recognized that old stranger.
I muster a skeptical nod – and smile limply, dismissively
Fingering the rim of my glass.
'And deceive ourselves with promises made before?'
I winced with audacity – impatient of your feeling,
As the words ripped your heart out clean.
You clear your throat in an effort to speak -
Those words never did surface...
My acid tongue, an all too familiar indulgence.
I raise hesitantly, your gaze fixated as I shrink.
A tormenting embrace, clothing saturated in your scent
Sodden with tears unshed.
Humoring your touch with finality –
An unspoken understanding sneered behind the mask.
Face taunt with incomprehension, as sorrow squeezed out the substance.
I avoid the depths of my black dying heart, defiantly.
Anemic with reluctance – I usher the door
A smiling parody of phantom reminisce -
Poisonous and seductive.
An enormous tear got away,
As you lay fragile and broken – bereft.
I’m sorry.
Categories:
incomprehension, girlfriend-boyfriend, life, loss, lost
Form:
Free verse
The Slide Ruler
As regulations rule this world from outside in and my time slowly
seeps away on this planet’s realm I gaze in awe at that once modern
instrument of calculation that dangles from the ceiling lamp in my
~ Study ~
In forward looking nostalgia my memories ambivalent a reminder of
words scripted on paper in fountain pen and blotting paper absorbing
the logic never understood derived from square rooted calculus’s incisive
~ Precision ~
I failed the examination maybe my hands were too clumsy or my mind
too entangled in quests of a different kind of looming poet trees
in onward advances flooding naive crafting knitting dreams and emotional
~ Liberation ~
I tried to run away and on track right by the start of a marathon
real and timed in a fast moving obsession I discovered my ruler sliding
into my fingers for a Euro in red plastic casing with figures organizing
~ Incomprehension ~
Metaphorical and analogue to a desire to escape from the dogma of science
eschewing the unquestioned paradigm of only one truth and one answer
only as well as the modern compulsion with bits and apps it reminds me of
~ Signposts ~
Trivial directives which lead me away and beyond of what can be counted
calculated in the hamster wheeling rat race of pretending to know
exactly what is an illusion in any case plastic or iron cased in
~ Rationalization ~
Nevertheless and because of what I could not understand with a
slide ruler and the pretence of computer colonized minds around me
I cherish not simply for all time’s sake that comprehension results from
~ Fragmentation ~
And thus found the whole kit and caboodle the complementation of
polarity synthesized opposites complemented diversity celebrated in the
festival of life and the living with brick a brack completing the meaning of
~ Life ~
24th October 2016
Old Jewelry Or Just Old Things Contest
Categories:
incomprehension, life,
Form:
Free verse
elephant tusks
harvested for ivory towers
truncate the wisdom of time
blizzards hail snow flakes
weather a storm or two
before they melt into memories
Babylon refutes Jericho
an eye for an eye
that money can’t buy
Rosetta’s stone
gives a clue to incomprehension
and sometimes the monolith
takes on new meaning
when frosty crystals meet
eternity in shining armour
Midas touches mammon and greed
blistering peeling forms scabs
on lost conscience and souls
the snow flake melts
because it knows about destiny
eventually ivory decomposes
once humanity has died
Categories:
incomprehension, conflict,
Form:
Free verse
He searches in the shady sides,
traces of vanished light,
a drift of the felt,
all of nuances and transitions.
Perhaps is it too early;
cold dawn maintains suspended
the pulsation of the heart,
spreading the ashes,
incomprehension of lack,
in the slow progress of space.
He flees,
beyond his control,
While he awaits any tiny sign,
any appeal, the fleeting illusion
a mirage that disappears
as we advance.
That sounds like an unfinished sculpture,
where only a few volumes are emerging,
some features, which extend in its materiality,
closed on itself.
Nothing is acquired:
he doubts even
of its own consistency,
not arriving to identify himself,
if she is not there.
This is perhaps a desire for eternity,
that compresses the time,
and reflects the symbiosis of the soul.
So when he pronounces her name,
he stumbles on stones,
comes up against the wall of silence,
as emptied of its own being;
The shadow spreads,
light sinking in it,
losing his marks
Intoxicated with tear absence .
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RC
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(and the original version, in french) , below...
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Il cherche dans les côtés ombreux,
les traces de lumière évanouie,
une dérive du sentir,
toute en nuances et transitions .
Peut-être est-ce encore trop tôt ;
l'aube froide maintient suspendue
la pulsation du cœur,
répand les cendres,
l'incompréhension du manque ,
dans la lente progression de l'espace .
Il fuit,
échappant à son contrôle ,
Alors qu'il guette le moindre signe,
le moindre appel, la fugace illusion
d'un mirage qui se dissipe
à mesure que l'on avance.
Cela fait penser à une sculpture inachevée,
où seuls se dessinent quelques volumes,
quelques traits, qui se prolongent dans une matière,
fermée sur elle-même.
Rien n'est acquis :
il doute même
de sa propre consistance,
n'arrivant plus à s'identifier,lui-même,
si elle n'est plus là.
C'est peut-être un désir d'éternité,
qui compresse le temps,
et reflète la symbiose de l'âme .
Aussi, quand il prononce son nom,
il trébuche sur des pierres,
se heurte au mur de silence,
comme vidé de son propre être ;
L'ombre s'étale,
la lumière sombre en elle,
perdant ses repères,
Enivrée de la déchirure de l'absence .
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Categories:
incomprehension, absence, emotions, heart, identity,
Form:
Free verse
Family Matters
There is a family nearby argues a lot fall out then makes
friends again with a glass of bubbly and an embrace.
As it is, I have fallen out with an assortment of relatives
who have stopped sending me pictures of babies which
is a relief not seeing them or their ghastly infants again
My solitude as a hole in my heart I`m Mary Celeste
a schooner found with all its trimming and hot food on
the stove but no one to ladle it out and acerbic wit falls
like an anchor chain into the sea of incomprehension,
is he making fun of us; yes, but only gently so.
I must get a dog hate walking alone I used to have one
it liked my talk demanded nothing but love it is easy to
give to a creature that gives unconditional affection
I have drowned friends on the Facebook they didn`t see
politics as shifting sand and could accept we are entering
a new era and a new explanation for our human conditions
is needed instead of the corrupted social liberals who are
idealists of a utopia, we shall not obtain.
If I had a grandson, I could take him fishing in the dry lake
he would see what I once saw go home and tell his mum,
who would shake her head and say you are turning my son
into a dreamer, one fabulist in the family is enough.
Categories:
incomprehension, boat, body, boyfriend, business,
Form:
Bio
Why oh why, I have afflictions
regarding ever more increasing problems in
my indigenous language, a stigma of
diction and spelling, also grammar incomprehension.
Never once could I seem able
to use correct adjectives, to embroider
to enlighten. So one gave English
the elbow, to entrap to ogle
the anatomy, belonging only to one’s
natural opposites, girls, innovative girls amorously.
This orchestration that organised female intrigue
wetted a growing appetite, for use
with one’s never ending troubled experience!
© Harry J Horsman 2013
Categories:
incomprehension, angst,
Form:
Free verse
Rumbling thoughts crescending,
Beyond knowledge ascending,
Wreathing daze, unfurled,
Meanings twirled…
Outlived incomprehension,
Outlived tension,
Era of delusions,
Era of illusions…
How shall our guile emphasize?
How shall our wisdom philosophize?
A million words alleged,
A million vows pledged,
A million beliefs agreed,
A million creeds…
Yet, life remains an erratic illusion of distance,
For
Knowledge stretches afar our existence…
Categories:
incomprehension, allegory, introspection, life, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
Tears mixed,
Doubtful thoughts,
Mutual incomprehension,
Mess,
Jealousy,
Possession,
Delirium,
Panic,
Blockage,
Fear of letting go,
Not wanting to listen even if we do we are not really listening
Repetitive errors,
Talking nonsense,
Wanting to go, wanting to return, wanting to get hurt and not wanting at all,
Seeing life as a tragic movie,
Nothing to do together,
Seem to talk,
Not saying deep ways of thinking,
Looking to the life's details,
Talking to strangers, a stranger might be a good listener,
Destroy to rebuild,
Demolish to regain,
Faith,
Respect,
Phone calling,
Anger,
Obsession,
Troubled behaviors,
Eyes,
Paranoid eyes,
Smiling eyes,
Hands,
Trembling hands,
Generous hands,
Mouth ,
Mouth that kisses,
Mouth that hurts,
Ears,
Ears that listen,
Ears that pretend,
Nose,
Nose that cries,
Nose that plays with another one,
Head,
Head that rests,
Head that bruises,
Body,
Body that destroys itself,
Body that enjoys itself..
Categories:
incomprehension, emotions, grief, lonely, sorrow,
Form:
Free verse
My youth was too brief
and whenever I felt distraught,
I clutched my belief:
to give faith a defined worth;
free, but not truly liberated
as a wandering soul in exile:
reminding itself of how it inwardly bled
amid thoughts that knew no minimal dire!
Freedom has the dearest prize:
I either acclaim it with excitement,
or I lose it to that folly which destroys life;
nothing about incomprehension is an efficacious attempt
which enriches a rebellious mind full of rage and enmity,
but can I comprehend its enormity?
A disconsolate person is a wandering soul in exile,
lacking insight and enthusiasm: a self-evident liar
who's never warned of terrible consequences,
dispelling honor and truth, feeding on worthless pride:
to disassemble what was built with enormous sacrifices;
always distrustful, arrogant and unappreciative of uprightness,
pleasing in discord and disunity to satisfy an arrogant ego
without self-esteem to continually spread sorrow!
How can anyone fasten with chains a rightful spirit,
to enslave it and enforce a punitive silence?
The morning star is most beautiful before sunrise,
mortals are most admired when they inspire, captivate
and show endearment in their true and endless emotions:
to evoke their past liberties that time has left intact!
Categories:
incomprehension, character, courage, culture, farewell,
Form:
Free verse
The Kodaks of memory fade
The Kodaks of memory fade until all that remain
Are the sparkle of your eyes and the arabesques
Of your lips; haunting ghosts in muted hues, limp
Postcards discovered in a rummage through the
Attic of my mind.
I pause, staring in my mind’s eye at the
Curling cards, edges worn and torn from my
Grasping ruminations; an empty nausea grips me,
Tight chest reminding me of my heartache, and
Incomprehension of your rejection.
Images in the mind, albums of memories, fragments
Of life once cinema verite; now all coalesced
Into a frozen tableau of moments, each one
Eastman coloured only in dreams, the conscious mind
Seeing but sombre greys.
Gathered up, they fit neatly into a handy box,
That I can tape closed and hide in some dusty corner,
Until such time as I pass my memories in review;
Then again you will look out at me and smile,
With twinkling eyes.
Categories:
incomprehension, lost love, memory, metaphor,
Form:
Verse
Before awareness and perception
There was only formless form
A silent singularity
Known as the 'Atman'
Of existence
Or ONE - likened to the eye
That cannot see itself.
Entity endogenous
Searching out duality
Conflict primed contrarian
Allows a comprehension
Knowledge
Without purpose
Of the ONE forever formed
The ONE is likened to an eye
Unable to see itself.
An entity endogenous
In need of duality
For contrarian course conflict
In allowed incomprehension
Of knowledge, absent purpose,
Too ONE that is forever formed!
With comprehension
All things do remain the same
Yet are forever changed.
The ONE,
In nonexistence
Does exisit
Forever never
With immutable transcendence
Incomplete/complete,
Knowing unawareness
Will initiate
A final transformation
The form that was the ONE
With knowledge of forever
Yet unaware,
Became the first causation.
From deep inside the formless void
It willed kinetic transformation
Into fragmentation infinites
Replicated clonics of
............................The ONE..............................
That in the blackness was the form
By will of first causation,
Eid transform its own existence
Into infinite, scattered fragments
That shared the nature of the ONE.
The essence of fragmentation's
Perception of awareness -
(As manifest experience )
Was vague and empty knowledge.
A plane of nonexistence
Where forever and the never;
The complete and incomplete;
Both finite and the infinite;
Will again be with form.
A reconciliation of fragmentary
With the nature of the ONE.
Categories:
incomprehension, nature, nature,
Form:
Didactic