Best Incurably Poems
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Belissima ~ Amore
Age does not protect against love
Your sweet smile makes me melt
Yes, I'm incurably romantic
Sweet strawberries with cream vannlije
Belissima ~ Amore
In your eyes rushes my inner thoughts ~ intoxicating
Life is a dream ~ Your smile is like the stars in the sky
It is fate that decides
The important thing is not to find one ~ but finding the right one
Belissima ~ Amore
Your kiss is like drowning in soft chocolate
May I kiss you again
16.02.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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cunning whist’red the wind
through bulwarks of my youth
cloaked in kindness its sly craft
masked in plotting feign’d truth
the scent of damp stone and moss
clung to my marrow
voices in each gust
defiant i stood on the brink
slumber’ring in ire’s enlace
with sly deceit danced outcome
and beguiled dreams took stage apace
the bitter tang of shadowed air
the quell of trembling leaves
twilled with the evil of withheld grace
vain are stars that once foretold
boast not what thou’st dealt
the conqueror an umbral mist walks
in wilderness where none hath knelt
soil crumbles underfoot
cold dew bites the ankles of night
sweet—and awful—sang the muteness
after the third new moon pass’d
grim hunger prevails
hangs where sojourners draw breath
their last
the coppery taste of fear
lingers in the throat
as stillness gnaws the spectral lungs
not for bread i starve
but for meaning
in vale and entombed mountain roam
judgment echoes field and forest
sunward songs mount toward doom
rustle of leaf
bark-scratch under nails
carry the weight of unseen eyes
thorn’d breaths of abyssal wind
my failing prostrate i ascribe
to flagrant flame
incurably untam’d
a whirling squall of dissipation
drunkenness of nameless claim
the acrid smoke of wasted fire
licks the tongue of legacy
shadow’d cinders curl in the mind
indignation binds me captive
a dungeon endless dark and grim
vile guilty stricken wholly
no mortal left to shield or limb
chains clash rattle in marrow’s obscurity
iron scents the air with accusation
yet manifest soulless one
fervent fierce and torn
momentary affliction sways
in transient shape of mourn
cool sweat bitter ashen traces
mingle with tremor of fleeting heart
tired i am
weak i am
worn i am
yet still
i rise
though wretched rent
to meet the sweet and awful dawn
with every scar fetch’d and spent
light trembles on dew-beaten leaves
first air pungent and raw
fills lungs with promise
of endurance
cunning whist’red the wind
Oh, what is this thing called love?
It's a concept I don't understand.
Delight that occurs at first sight?
Or can it be carefully planned?
Is it something that lasts for all time,
or will it run into the sand?
Would Priapus profit from praise,
or should he be promptly trepanned?
Is love as elusive as luck,
or can it be had on demand?
A candle that burns all alone,
or a flame to be furiously fanned?
Is love like a light in the soul,
that will last and endure and withstand?
Is it not just a chemical shot,
just a spurt or a squirt from a gland?
Does this love thing ennoble us all,
or should it be totally banned?
A danger to all it ensnares,
or something incurably bland?
A bonus and boon for mankind,
that ought to be loose in the land,
or a danger deserving restraint,
to be chained and detained on remand?
Oh, what's this enigma named love?
Allurement? Procurement? Command?
Will it harm me, or charm me, I ask:
should I fake it, or take it in hand?
"Westward, further out ..."
Dusk washes over you
warm like honey
saltry and sweet
immersed in amber tones of
apricot alerts and rose
swirling unfurling peonies
the blooming silent dancing clouds
rush over white horses
crashing against
bracken green emeralds
the depths open
and unfathomable,
who can read the eyes of
an unexplored ocean,
the shallows
slide under your feet,
you turn your face up to the Sun and smile,
you feel like you’re bathing in Manuka,
it’s moorish and incurably medicinal,
the salt spray chasing northwards
up along bare legs mid thigh
on another shore
the uncertain sure calls,
the stories are a legion
in multitude of treasures
like beached shells whispering
to ears that are not listening;
you think of wading out further
where the turning back is harder,
the song calls you evocatively
further westward like a drug
you’d gladly holster star shot
drinking life in like a last shot
like a burning addiction,
your world is sliding strong
tide-drifted under your feet,
flesh and bone trying to bed
the undertow and its
neverending mystery
dragging you further out
westward
incomplete
complete
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Forever In Your Eyes Contest
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Fever began the moment you touched my spirit
Our own destiny remains so sacred I can hear it
Rendezvous brought by tender vows so easily spoken
Eternal gratitude is embraced and completely awoken
Vermont we married along the misty sea side shore
Everything romantic; for it’s you, my love, I adore
Reveries speak volumes as we touch with desire
Integrated with compassion, for you light my fire
Nicholas, my beloved, it’s always you I’ve longed for
Your essence fills my adoration so let’s close the door
Oblivious to noisy streets your eyes gape into mine
Understanding our depth as we pour a glass of wine
Relentlessly we thirst for profound words to express
Everything intense in sheer love expecting nothing less
Yearning beyond comprehension our souls unite eternally
Evermore we dance and laugh brought forth internally
Seen only in your eyesight our devotion stricken incurably
Date Written: July 10, 2016
Living and loving
Makes the difference
To love and to care is a pledge
When one is deeply in love
This love become truer as promise
We ended each day and for more
Incurably linked and insurmountable romance
We could forget the time and our name
But we understandably care and dare
And our ROMANCE shall live!
Oh, what is this thing called love?
It's a concept I don't understand.
Delight that occurs at first sight?
Or can it be carefully planned?
Is it something that lasts for all time,
or will it run into the sand?
Would Priapus profit from praise,
or should he be promptly trepanned?
Is love as elusive as luck,
or can it be had on demand?
A candle that burns all alone,
or a flame to be furiously fanned?
Is love like a light in the soul,
that will last and endure and withstand?
Is it not just a chemical shot,
just a spurt or a squirt from a gland?
Does this love thing ennoble us all,
or should it be totally banned?
A danger to all it ensnares,
or something incurably bland?
A bonus and boon for mankind,
that ought to be loose in the land,
or a danger deserving restraint,
to be chained and detained on remand?
Oh, what's this enigma named love?
Allurement? Procurement? Command?
Will it harm me, or charm me, I ask:
should I fake it, or take it in hand?
NOISES AND VOICES
( By S.Jagathsimhan Nair)
In my hotel room
I am abridged to a cube of light
I fold up into silence
The room is now full of noises
I took nine months to notice its
Paint’s tint. Its off pink brazenness
Its saffron aloofness, its overall
Oneness with my mind’s divisions.
Masons’ toil and owner’s order
And the combined craft receives
Caparisoned flesh and fleshed souls
Flesh that knows not openness
Souls that know not oneness with space
Despite its fast format of flux
It’s but its very same sameness
Wound up histories live side by but
How are the living mere actors
This strange physician with a stare
Prescribes a drug- god dichotomy
For cure. Another inmate kills his
Cancer with liquor and cigar
A plain youth plays cards with his peers
Occasionally a bedlam
Keeps mum or an argument mediates
Meditate incurably or
Float dead-flat in a rock-hard cot
Caught in its vortex I am flying
To its fringe. Is this bruise
Showing out of the earth. Is it
A piece of news blessing the battered
Here now I’m once again abridged
To a cube of nonchalant light
I wake up from my silence
The room is full of rare voices.
A Haven of Dreams
I long to go and see where time stands still,
Where breezes blow and branches sway.
I see it now beyond that distant hill,
It beckons me and shows the way.
As I am drawn beneath its potent spell,
‘T is sweet serenity I yearn.
In tender moments my emotions swell,
I count the days till you return.
Our haven nestles in a leafy glade,
A sanctuary it’s now become.
And there at peace we’d sit in gentle shade,
Hear songbirds trill while bees would hum.
How sweet this place that sets my heart aflame,
That you will come, my constant thought.
Without you here it does not feel the same.
Incurably, my heart is caught.
And if this dream of mine should ever die,
It’s there I’ll go to rest awhile.
The sunlight that adorns a cloudless sky,
A mere reflection of your smile.
I’ve seen so much
In the few years I’ve been here
Some things witnessed
Are my deepest fears
Not too long ago
On July 26th of 2004
Two great friends
That I greatly adore
The first on this day
Was my dear ol’ grand dad
The other was a kid
And this kid had
A bright promising future
Just out of high school
And he always seemed
Oh so cool
Thing happen
Unpredictable and unjust
Yet push on
Everyone must
What is done is done
The past we cannot change
And at time this causes our lives
To be rearranged
Honor their memory with laughter
Do not dwell on the grief
Just move on
You must believe
I have lost men
Whose shoes I could only hope to fill
Some had passed
Because they were incurably ill
Some have died
Before their time
Passing in the very beginning
Of their promising prime
What makes a real man
Is not how he starts things
It is the kind of finish
He shall bring
Why does a winter day
often cast
Upon its grey streets
thoughts of the past
Sunshine, we gaily thought
would never fade
Laughter and lightness,
promises made
Why does life often
take a wrong turn
Why does it take
a lifetime to learn
Endings are, at their best,
always sad
Goodbyes are the worst:
incurably bad
I realize Spring's flowers
are very near
Robins will fly in with
new songs to hear
But in Winter's shadows
our memory hides
And in its stark echos
sadness abides
we live in a world of insecurities;
the incurably diseased wonderings
of the depraved body and soul
there's a cord left to be released.
yet we only speak of the things that we want to hold
but i guess at least we don't live in darkness.
this world is simply blind
Do you feel free enough?
something seems
to be
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v
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d
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n
g
your mind
Again, and again
Lips stained by death
Uttering words—dead, dying, gone forever
Incurably cast to eternal rest
Spoken in whispers
Words drenched in tears
Besieged within antiseptic walls
The grim shadow of Reaper again appears
Pandemonium unfettered
Unmasked villains cloaked in watery layers
An ominous choir
Dancing with ruthless, politicians and liars
A factitious malady
Once bound by walls of glass
Death’s sting unleashed
Fearlessly pilfering one’s breath last
Loved ones menaced
Peers devoured
Papered masks hiding hopeless lies
How many must die in our darkest hours
From bended knee
To a deadpan god I weep
Cowering behind the inequity of man
What you have sowed, you shall now reap
Fists clinched set before trembling lips
Eyes strained by everlasting mist
Spewing words not fit for a god
Questioning aloud, did you ever exist
God of mine, unveil the truth
Ere another dies
Lover, friend or innocent youth
Forbid dear Abba, that it be I
Sorrow in the Land of Desolation
Too often my lips stained by Death
Friends, family…and God now gone
Tell me please, what have I left?
If I become the future it is only because I am the past
If I achieve everything it is only because nothing lasts
If I conquer the wretched and overcome the pain
It is only because I am self-serving and incurably vain
If I don't know how much is enough and when to stop wanting more
It is only because I've seen these faces, I've been here before
If I won't give up and will not accept defeat
It is only because I've been knocked down enough to know the strength of standing on my own two feet
Flirting with disaster
On this fast-moving highway of life;
Speed demons incurably infected
With the disease of impatience.
I tremble with disgust
When shaken by a fierce gust of wind
Engendered by ill-advised velocity.
Acknowledge me, disrespecting demons.
Don't barrel your way through as if I'm not there,
Lest you recklessly careen off
An approaching curve on the road;
A hefty price paid
For sledgehammer stupidity.
The rules of the road couldn't be
More simple; slow down
And stop for me.
Come to a complete stop
Like everyone else; look sideways,
Then proceed with caution.