Best Ineffably Poems

A requiem can faintly be heard 
     in the springtime breeze
as dandelion's morph from gold 
     blossoms to a crown of 
seeds in downy tufts to begin their 
     airborne journey to
germinate and...

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Appearance was your entire routine.
But truth is found if one looks deep enough.
A walking good first impression machine,
Yet something else when we cut through the fluff.

If not a teammate, what is a colleague?
No possible chance for a working team.
You thought you were so far out...

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I sleep beyond its warmth
I envision upon its touch

In this world exists a hell lot of blankets
But this, ineffably, I admire very much

In shades of light blue
My blanket wraps me tight

Its color a deep, tender comfort
Resembling a departing night 

Across the wide distances of cold
I...

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       Hay un dia feliz by Nicanor Parra, Translated by T. Wignesan

      To come by a happy day

(In this poem, Parra maintains lines of twelve to thirteen syllables with every other line ending almost...

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I scorn thee, Puberty!  Damn thee as well,
Thou abominable herder of shame,
Will thou findeth glee by my told sarspell?
I beseech thee of ineffable name,
Rendereth thineself as quiet slain game,
For thine cruel ends be reached, let thine eyes droop,
Immortal Rite, meeteth Poetry Soup.

Forsaken specs findeth...

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A Fundamentalist Flaw assumes too great a divide
between HumanLiberating Left
and DivineConserving Right 
hemispheric cultures.

Left's deduction gestalt is all about separating human nature
(Ego's experiential nature)
from Earth's sacred nature of transcendent 
truth-passion/beauty-pleasure,
which is much more of a Right Brain experience
of Holistic Spirit/Nature,
including economic ecological habitat 
within personal...

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You fill cavities in me I never knew were there
Like you dug inside and wildly bloomed
I felt your inviting light invade the sleep
‘Til I was jarred, shorn up, and doomed  

I still think somehow I will I saturate you, too 
When he doesn’t love...

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Trudging on a lonely road
In somewhat desolated and dreary mode
Stumbled upon someone ineffably enchanting
And felt the desire to espouse her, augmenting.
Ah! Her dulcet voice and ravishing charm
That pierced my heart without harm.

I told myself “Yes, I have different goals, peremptory
But to estrange this girl is...

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MOON MORGANS

On a clear night    long about October’s end
When the wind is wailing a dies irae
And your brain    befitting the season    is newly webbed
With la ronde des lutins (the round of the goblins)
Laughing in eerie chorus
Catch!
Swallow...

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I acquire grievous compost in my mind’s glass eye,
piles and piles of waste debris lingers-
my subconscious feeds my intellect
and I am left breathing pure black ash

sinister by true nature yet pure as the whitest gold,
I seek the landfill only the poor seek;
for the needy realize...

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O, to find the words that describe
How I feel In my beloved's eye. 
Like a mighty lion before household cat
As fierce champion to his victim before a spat
Roaring ocean before modest pond;
A tornado upon a city soon-to-be-gone.
O, to find the words that describe
How I feel...

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Once you were the ocean of emotions.
Perplexed, perturbed, desires and hesitations.
Waves of tears washed away my crazy cecity!
In the sea of fog, you still there……
Beautiful but quite hazy!

Yah, no more crazy!
Oh yeah hazy, quite hazy!

Like tornado you swirled through my axons.
My love……now you don’t hound,
Ah,...

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~I have to wonder what it's like.~
         ........
After all, I live in a world so twisted.
Where wrong is right, and right is so ineffably misted.

Where destruction of cities is a daily habit.
By Socialiist and Antifa, with less brains than wild rabbits.

When our great Republic may indeed...

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Awaken to remain asleep, Leaving to stay
Standing to take a seat, Laying flat on the ground 
just to keep on my feet. I am such a loser.

Breathing, am I alive? Or was I dead?
Never had a Father, Was mother a figment in my head?
How did...

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To what end art,
or music, or poetry,
but to frame a moment
and simply see something
of that moment itself,
ineffably ordinary and peculiar;
her seamed and wrinkled face,
a silence broken to uneven lengths,
the exact expression of love -
and in that moment have revealed
something you hide from yourself,
an ability to...

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