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 recreate with a drive
to survive even the
harshest weather, a plethora of
pesticides, and weeding.
Ah, can not the feminine form be
celebrated in comparison?
As her entourage of suitors lifts her
spirits to soar blissfully
until she establishes that one special
connection that causes
her bloom, that innate ineluctable
calling to mate and procreate.
Though trials, illness, and hardships appear,
future generations ineffably endure
in season's springtime, as love renews life.
May 4, 2016
Animus/Anima--Part 1: Anima - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Tom Quigley
Definition of anima:
NOTE: Just for the etymology of the word Anima dear, Connie! Anima, Animal, Animation and so on are words that come for the Greek word "Anemos" which in the Greek philosophy meant the divine wind which filled the universe and which wind "anemos" Man breathed in and became "Alive" animated!
-thank you for this Demetrios.
Note: I may have done this contest all wrong?
Categories:
ineffably, flower, metaphor, women, universe,
Form:
Imagism
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 am shielded amid its warm fluff
I begin to sink in skies, as soon as
I lay my head upon its cloudy puff
In this world exists a hell lot of blankets
But this, ineffably, I admire very much
I now yearn to sleep all day
Within its magical, surreal clutch
Categories:
ineffably, funny, happinessworld, sleep,
Form:
Rhyme
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 young Phillip (me),
He the first noble son born of Sir Mike,
That betrothed Diane, mother of he (me);
Neareth NASA lived they by Houston’s dike,
We plus two girl offsprings I still dislike;
Turneth back time to nineteen ninety five,
Thus now the setting as ocean, we dive.
I of ten years then plus three more years aged,
By mine mom’s woven hand rags yet adorned,
Draperies bindething spirits encaged,
Mine lot too ignorant still ‘be forlorned,
For two years would pass ‘fore Nike I yearned;
Looken now friends, at thine narrator’s dress,
Mine costumes for school were each mismatched mess.
And hath we not yet speaketh mine afro?
Then let us for humor’s saketh too laughs
For atop mine snow pale flesh did it grow!
It was beneath that nest mine brain did graphs
On one Tuesday morn; during sixth grade math,
Unbeknownst of a sneaking wretched pest:
That ineffably named prepubescent guest.
Still in present times remember I can’t,
What the hell kindled mine loins ablaze,
Yet fiery flames of embarrassment
Secretly smoldered through my brainy haze;
When mine teacher upon me called that I raise,
And thus stirred the scene I’ve oft reflected,
The moment I’ve chosen for my most embarrassing?
When in 6th grade math class I stood up…
…fully erected
Categories:
ineffably, angst, , 6th grade,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
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 you the way that I do
When I sleepwalk and find myself in you
I watch you late night when you dance to infinity
With a fire I wish you’d feel for me
Brimming and beautiful and ineffably free
As though you and I were meant to be
I sleep for days to shake you off
I see you out and nostalgically stop
I watch you blush as I plainly stare
You laugh and go on unaware
but
how
you
bleed
through the mind-numbingly empty
And blunt humdrum liars and sickening travesty
I pick you out of the crowd with such fluttering ease
You stick out like the moon through the autumn trees
Sometimes you smile as you watch me pass by
But I am letting you go, this time, this night
I am nothing against your backdrop of sky,
A shadow within your celestial light.
Categories:
ineffably, lost love, love, mythology,
Form:
Rhyme
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 incendiary”
Having a yak with her was indelible
I asked “When could be our next date? Probable?
She could’ve balked, as her schedule was awry
But she replied “Thursday, dine or a movie?”
The first haphazard kiss was something ethereal.
Oh! Nidhi, my sweetheart, do u belong to Arcadia, for real?
For the moments I spend with you render a catharsis, inexplicable
Frankly, I doubt if I could requite you with something that capable.
I don’t care about the insecurities or the tempests my love would suffer
I’ll always be with you, Love you forever.
Never could I find love commensurate to yours, for me
And I know of nothing as beautiful as your smile for me.
I’m acutely smitten by you
Mind if I bought a Persian kitten for you?
Categories:
ineffably, beauty, for her, i
Form:
Sonnet
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 hard!
Then look ye up!
The great golden eye will appear slightly misted and
Flitting much like strange derby-wearing cigar chewing
circus criers
Are these small pot-bellied men with wings
Called by weird mystics “Moon Morgans”
You will hear them sing a burlesque tune
They hover just above mother earth
Though they appear quite close to the lunar apparition
So far away - mind’s eye and ear you know
“Too ra loo ra, pumpkin pie
Too ra loo ra, up in the sky
Too ra loo ra, my oh my
Too ra loo ra, oh how we fly!”
“This is nonsense!” you will say
But of course!
Moon Morgans are ineffably stupid
Categories:
ineffably, funny
Form:
Narrative
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 the worth of
nourishment, not material wealth
my mind cracks open ineffably with vivid memories,
and this junkyard dwells where things
do not inhabit the universe - well needed
healthy thoughts ascend when the pure
crystalline hourglass stands perfectly still-
(as still as an imperial monumental column)
fear of the acumen residue in my dark mind procures,
feet planted firmly, standing upright-
ephemeral thoughts in my mind’s glass
eye flow through my bone marrow-
I embrace the remnants of solitude that
restlessly reside in my favorite junkyard;
(where I shall salvage what joy I have
left, and yearn to dispose of pain's refuse)
22 lines (sorry I just could not delete anymore lines)
October 31, 2019
Craig Cornish
My Favorite Junkyard Poetry Contest
Categories:
ineffably, deep, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
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 when cast a glint from my beloved's eye.
If only I might draw up proper rhyme
A verse to do justice to Beloved, in due time.
I pray thee, let it bleed out on this page, my mind,
To let one see how it is she stirs this chest of mine.
Yes, indeed, mighty lion to lowly cat;
Fierce champion to opponent he would snap;
Roaring ocean to man-made splash;
Twister upon the village it would dash.
You see the emotion my dear, my darling, in my chest doth cause to swell?
One would say to great pleasure and joy it should to me compel.
And, yea, alas, it would, if at all,
If it did not speak of me as ineffably small.
For lion, ocean, champion; I am not he.
But cat, splash, and broken-one-to-be.
Nor twister, with harsh voice and fretful gale, am I
But rather the village laid waste in the blink of an eye.
Categories:
ineffably, how i feel, love,
Form:
Romanticism
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, these serene dawns ……..u…..u, a great bygone.
Nah, you don’t hound!
What an ecstasy….nah, no more crazy!
Beautiful but hazy…….O….hazy.
Every mile, behind every smile…..hey you were chasing!
All the books and every page…yeh so scathing!
Fraying and scaling… …so bracing and refreshing!
Beautiful blazing………
No, no, not crazy……..lucent but so hazy.
On the trails, in the woods….creeping and screeching!
Your tactile touch…..that gentle smile….
In my dreams, on my mind………always...scorching.
Nah, no healing, no preaching was sooting!
Yeah, I was craving, I was longing.
Memories still remind, you come to my mind.
But now I smile…..loved you! Why…..why so ineffably?
The magic that broke the spell…..verily..
Better ways and the grace…….unshackled glide!
Dreamless nights _ aimless days….
……………………..Your thoughts were so confined!
Now, I stand with pride…so refined.
Yeah, you come to my mind, but now I smile.
Beguiled back again……….
I see you there, faded and hazy!
Categories:
ineffably, goodbye,
Form:
Rhyme
~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 fall,
Crushed by the diabolical Dominion's Wall.
And the brainwashed world,ah yes,they think it's fine.
They hate America with its freedoms and republic sunshine!
~God keep us totally free~
When votes are but trash,America cannot be!
11-29-2020
10:38pm PST
Categories:
ineffably, america, political,
Form:
Couplet
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 I become so low? The life I live was not
for me to know.
I used to pray, to get attention from God or the Devil.
So I could be happy like everyone else, to be on the level.
Not a word or a whisper, not even a sound.
A deafening silence was given as my answer while
in a room full of people, with no one anywhere around.
Had a dream, while gandering through a vision.
Death came to me, to regretfully deny my tuition.
Upon exiting my day stare, I bumped into Suicidal and Despair
I thought they were my friends but were busy on their smartphones
Anyone could see they never really cared.
Never loved, Never wanted, only used, abused, and then refused.
This loser should have not ever been born.
Thought I was my mother's only son, only to become her most
painful thorn.
Sideway eyes from family and siblings
I was always the black lamb, I am just so tired
Of being afraid to look in the mirror and not see a human man.
The love of my life was always passing me by
as another person's wife.
Seeing people in love in the city, made me feel
like I was desired.
But in the dark when I closed my eyes and stretched out my arms
to hug her, I ineffably knew then I was a liar.
If living this completely worthless life is to take me somewhere
I hope it is soon.
Cause, I was rejected by all of hell and heaven.
Yet, I just got my acceptance letter from an entity that calls themselves
Doom.
Categories:
ineffably, mental illness,
Form:
Free verse
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 remove the frame
and still see the beauty
Categories:
ineffably, inspirational, introspection, philosophy, romance,
Form:
Free verse
Kansas Poem #4
Hey Hoss, slow down there!
No need to go so fast. Besides,
I don’t want to go
to where you’re going, and
I don’t want to be seen
to where you’re heading.
Hey Hoss, please turn this
furious black thing around!
Kindly get me the hell out of here
before it’s too late!
No, I don’t wish to see
this row of blighted Chinese elms and dead leaves.
Nor hear the badly-sung songs
of lost love and wild regret.
And, I refuse to see
the bloody scratches of truth and beauty,
so scrumptiously etched
with long blades on those splattered bricks;
Embedded there for the duration,
like the gum under your table;
Enmeshed there as the garnished gemstones
of the myriad fountains in Kansas City,
Polished with grit, staid tenacity, and
the time-shorn murders in the wheat lands,
underground in the broad basements
of purple smoke and black blood,
of silent stealth movements
under bending eaves, and a watching moon.
No Hoss!, I don’t want to go
to where you’re going.
Sorry, but we seem
ineffably lost and sadly wandering,
like a couple of dusty dudes
groveling for the keys that match nothing.
No, I don’t want to go
down that long Chinese lane. No!
Turn this furious thing around!
Here the people sit on long verandas and
watch the strangers come and go.
They might notice two dudes like us and
wonder what we’re doing there.
Sometimes I can hear
a loud shrieking funeral going by on Highway 50.
And those same people are staring
at the two caskets, and recognizing us inside!
Hey Hoss, slow down there!
No need to go so fast! Besides,
Time is not naïve, and Its retching Uncle
has left many a lover in the shuttered room,
up there on the 2nd floor,
has poured many a shimmering glass,
and licked many a teeming spoon.
Hey Hoss, ever take a morning break
at Hartman’s Café back in the day?
When the Clutters would drive by waving,
from inside their blue chevy impala, heading
to silent Garden City, and
the cold wind blowing unheard there.
If you drive this black furious thing
down that lane there,
you will see it.
It sits like an old cat in the sun,
going nowhere fast from its sealed post,
high upon these expansive wheat plains,
under this dark, brooding, blood-thirsty sun, and
an unforgiving watching moon.
Categories:
ineffably, murder,
Form:
Free verse
Multicolored tears
For one gone too soon
And one who’s denied her hand to hold
Halfway through his journey towards manhood
“Life’s not fair.”
She told him so
Mothers do
When teachers play favorites
Or party invitations never come
Or Christmas budgets aren’t big enough for
Wish lists.
But this.
It’s too big
Even for Mother.
So we weep
And we pray
And in our naked helplessness we come
Together
Giving of ourselves and receiving from others
With a rare and sacred gentleness
We share
And honor the ineffably beautiful spirit
Who breathes love and life in us and through us and among us
Every day
Today that spirit was purring.
Kathleen Taylor - b August 27th 1965 - d October 4th 2006
Categories:
ineffably, death, friendship, loss, mother,
Form:
Elegy
Every morning at the window aside,
I find myself waiting for the sun,
To raise up and melt the snow,
The frost so hoar and numb.
Brooding on my thoughts so long,
Never did they hatch in this icy alp,
So still I keep waiting for the sun,
To watch this avalanche realm's fall.
In the darkness of night, I waited,
With a melancholic lullaby to lull-
The lucid sky to a dreamless sleep,
So the sun can drive in brisk.
Imbibing the cold wester I lay,
With my fossilising will, to stand,
Gaped eyes set at the horizon,
Oathed never to shut but die.
Alpine sun flaming high above,
Melting ice, watering my hopes,
My reflections blooming in the buds,
I kiss my death, ineffably alive.
Categories:
ineffably, courage, hope,
Form:
Free verse