Best Inertia Poems
Washing away drab, dour and rotting
elements, falling rains cleanse our earth anew.
Sunlight returns to beam upon fresh, crisp nature.
I have begged the rain to pour newness on me
but never does it heed my plea or grace my need.
Rain, I desperately beseech you, please, as a cloud
do burst a purge of all thunderous fear, stormy,
stinging pain and anxiety tidal waves
continuously knocking me down.
The sun will never warm me with healing,
soothing rays if the rain never floods my concrete
dam of depression, freeing my life’s stream to
flow with deep content.
Though the rain denies me relief, it keeps
me company, for its dark skies match my
inner gray, dreary season and give me proper
reasons to shelter in isolation.
On rainy days, I may pretend that I am part of
life, rather than a human drought of
withering, mortal inertia.
I may even, fleetingly, allow myself to believe
the returning sun will spot the drenched
me and, in either mercy or love, revive,
refresh and restore my drowning, soggy
spirit with rays of therapeutic warmth.
If only thunder would crack, roar and screech a
demand for skies to pour suicide ideology drops
down in a loud, rhythmic, lulling beat, such drops
would, in time, evaporate and I would realize
the blessing of a true, deep, restful sleep.
Inertia makes a monster of my
Self
I'm insatiable for making a
Progress.
Move, don't just tell yourself
You will.
Set the rules, then transgress.
The rebel inside of you deserves
Respect.
You're what you eat, don't
Lick
Your wounds, turn up the heat
By a caress. Love the self-contained
Monster you possess.
Let it off its leash and you'll feel
How it surges in your breast.
It's no place for old men
There is no case without offence
Commitment without intense
Embrace
Is a senile pretence.
To feign
Amusement shows lack of respect
For your own self.
Be a rebel, even an iron fist in a velvet
Glove is more wanted
Than just a silly old brat.
Awareness of the
Inertia makes a monster of my Self
If it didn't I would be suffocating
In a senile caress of my soul's
Protest.
Life transmutes the mind into
A monster who fights against mind's
Recess.
A funambulist
Walks the tightrope
Between mind and heart ~
An error of judgement
Places love in jeopardy
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POETIC INERTIA
As dreary working days stagger endlessly on
I’d like to run and reach the friendly Friday
At a speed only the flying time can reckon
For to waiting weekend it paves the pathway.
In the terminal two days of the week I get
Unshared time of my own to be with me
I sit by the window, see the sun rise and set
Write poems however crude these may be.
In routine cycle time takes the week to its end
The poetic inertia carries my mind to the muse
So much it wants the Sunday span to extend
Rendezvous with me doesn’t end while a recluse.
So if on mundane Monday morning rains pour
Within closed doors by the open window I’d stay
Let poems take rains’ silent rhythm to my core
I’d wish days are drowned, Friday comes next day.
February 20. 2018
Days of longing, days alone,
hours and hours spent on you own
days of dreaming still alone
anxious just to hear the phone.
Nights are sleepless, endless too,
the rooster's call long overdue,
the noise unwelcome when first heard,
that slave to time, punctilious bird
with undue timing breaks the dream,
the one with hope to make it seem
much better, but purports to fake
a false pretender when you wake.
For what was there is still in view,
you dream and dream but never do.
Days of longing, days alone,
hours and hours spent on your own,
nights of waking, nights in thought,
hours and hours that come to nought.
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Existence elapses with indifference
Technology replaces conversation
Cooling the most romantic lovers
Inertia to express human traits
Attraction search for qualities
Possesed by recipient of affection
Merging two different souls
In an indissoluble bonding
Express true feelings without hiding
Behind a spurious appearance
Flow freely as the gentle zephyr
Dance like you had never dance before
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Let me bash tambourines and praise the mind-body continuum
Grind out the miles, suffer the sweat.
Find me a hill to break if only in my mind
The foot-step's prints on the macadam
Invisibility obscuring the pain I must have.
The anguish broken to bits again.
My ears pop with the inspiration of all ages.
My thighs approve though my calves complain.
For a long instance my psyche melds with my physique
And I am one.
I was just here, alone
Inactive and at rest
Until the day you came
I became something in motion.
Someone I've called my own
For me you are the best
If this is just a game
Then this will be my devotion
You brought me to a zone
North and south, east and west
To places without names
You left me without commotion
Sitting here on my own
Like birds, longing for nests
You, the person to blame
With heart that has no emotions.
I was just here, alone
Inactive and at rest
Please do come back to claim
Bring me to my old position.
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Then that was it.
The days that lit up and went out to ash,
The mourning of the self whose throat I had slashed.
Like carbon resurrects,
Living and breathing in all its effects.
Something that blooms out of so much death,
The inertia that I have finally met.
The smoke cleared,
And there was a quiet that breached
My thoughts,
Like the naked
Woman in my dreams.
It seeped
Out.
And it was real;
It was spoken aloud.
I touched it like the warmness of her body
As I hovered at her mouth.
I held it in my hand like a gash;
It ran too deeply into my skin to grasp.
Yet it wasn’t my own;
It was the excuse I used to gouge to the bone.
It wasn’t like the night looking down from the ledge,
Or her eyes when she followed me up to my bed.
It was nothing like the view from far overhead.
I made it like someone makes it home from death,
And now tomorrow is all that is left.
Deep within me, I feel inertia as a slow dance of stars trapped in their own light,
A Higgs field enveloping my soul like a heavy cloak of particles and burdened dreams,
This terrain of life keeps me from falling into the core of uncertainty,
Preserving me from becoming ash, an echo of an existence passed through the fire of change.
I do not seek wormholes to escape into the unknown of other dimensions,
Nor do I wish to meet my entangled double, the mirror of an intertwined reality,
I want to be here, anchored in the presence of the moment, suspended between infinite possibilities,
In a quantum superposition, where every moment is a universe of unspoken choices.
I embrace "zero divergence," to be caught in endless loops of thoughts and emotions,
To laugh like Sisyphus, with an unwanted joy, while rolling the heavy stones of time,
A paradoxical happiness, where absurdity becomes a poetry of a life lived in circles,
And in these endless spirals, I find meaning, a perpetual dance between chaos and calm.
My being becomes a field of silent energy, resonating with the heartbeat of the universe,
And in every moment of stillness, I find hidden beauty, an acceptance of the eternal present,
For in the apparent immobility, there is a continuous flow of creation and dissolution,
And in the center of this silence, I discover myself, a point of light in the darkness.
So restless was Isaac Newton
with physics laws had so much fun
Defining the inertia of truth
shows he was quite a sleuth
A short road back to misery
to self-loathing and acknowledgement of a cocoonish dystopia
walked with rotten teeth, fending off fever dreams.
It has been a while since the void had consumed
the remnants of light within.
And yet the haggard desperation of building a dam
ushers back memories.
The carapace is familiar against the skin.
Animated with the life of its own
it embraces its parasitic nature
and laughs for the world.
There was love in those stretched moments of utter escapism,
and joy and ecstasy of material gain,
pride thrived in radiating eyes
as life found meaning both in sacred and profane.
Things that had to go have long gone,
things that belong here will remain forever.
Acceptance can only come in such inertia.
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Date: 22/10/2018
Blinding inertia bleeds extruding from your peripheries. Inverse cognition conjuring
within your grasp. To accommodate the psyche beyond id, clarity overtakes the
divine misdirection.
Short spates of workaholic spurts of frenzied work.
A burst of starlight
That ignites the black,
Blights the black,
Fights the black,
Rights the black
Until the dark silence returns,
Until the frantic moments
Are usurped
By doldrums of daunting inertia,
A vast swathe of offensive nothingness,
A vapid vessel of pensive emptiness,
A quagmire of numbness,
Blindness, dumbness
And a brutal sense of futility.
the sun arises
so as not to surprise us
with freezing to death
mostly taken for granted
on this small circling planet
inertia reigns
within most things lacking brains
course remains the same
in daylight or deepest dark
be it stone atom or quark
things bend in the wind
time proven way to defend
avoid a dead end
better to guard what we've got
than contemplate a new start
not just the knowing
keeps understanding growing
often tis going
where all seems strange fresh and new
with unique truths to accrue
come what may or will
storm or unclimbable hill
pure fact or cheap thrill
despite all that is bygone
existence always moves on