Best Inescapable Poems
The young and the older,
the outliers fevered and deranged,
found momentary peace
but could not hide
from the tempest of demons loathed.
Closer to the edge
now closer the edge.
The women and the children,
the soldiers wounded and maimed,
found momentary shelter
but could not hide
from the wrath of their ruler scorned.
Closer to the blade
now closer the blade.
Yards underfoot conceded,
miles of oblivion on the march,
outer wars witnessed,
inner wars, no quieter, quietly denied,
die, or go mad and die.
18th November 2018
They altered her name to match with his'.
They changed her biological parents to avoid interclan.
Everyone said that it's customary and she has to get down to it.
She quivered like a withered leaf on a cold winter's night - couldn't escape the chillness.
I can EXHALE
Not every day
Not every moment
BUT…
I can EXHALE
The Corona virus still runs
RAMPANT
But the ORANGE plague
Has been removed
Has been dulled
Has been silenced
SILENCED (at least for now)...
By a baby blue canary
A seemingly docile creature
With a ROBUST flock
An inhale of realism reminds us…
There is [still] HATE
in the air
There is [still] DEATH
in the soil
False statements [still] cloud the dark web
and even so
I can EXHALE...
I can EXHALE
Because out of the mud
out of the uncertain waters
The LOTUS has finally
EMERGED
Emerged in its
Clarity
Beauty
Calm
& steadfast nature
Electricity surges of shock
make it hard to conceive
BUT somehow...
Its grown beautifully out of the inescapable mud
The solo lotus knows there is a mountain of work to be done,
in order for more lotuses to emerge and bloom...
The shadows must become lit
The fires must be extinguished
The bright horizon must be observed and embraced
But even so the lotus made it to the surface
So maybe I can too…
Therefore…
I can EXHALE
Not everyday
Not every moment
BUT STILL…
I CAN EXHALE
For people enduring inescapable pain, especially for my husband
"Pearls are formed inside the shell of certain mollusks as a defense mechanism against a potentially threatening irritant such as a parasite inside the shell, or an attack from outside that injures the mantle tissue." (Wiki..)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pearl
A shell endures pain for a long time, and produce a beautiful peal.
Peals are very precious in the Bible. The merchant of the Bible sells everything to buy a pearl.
You are so precious and so beautiful because I know you have been suffering and enduring for a long time. You still have much pain which you cannot escape from. I can't stop crying, because I can't do anything for you.
You are physically weaker but more kind and understanding than before. You can feel for people's weakness more than before. You know how to comfort me and others. That is the real strength not everyone can obtain.
I know one day your pain will go.This is the hope we are waiting for.
Soul-mates inside time
connected by quantum strings
Inescapable
Life has many hard-ships
Cracks that goes on forever
Inescapableha
“The place of cure of the soul.”
Millions, clasped beyond Minerva's hall,
While inquisitive and confident hard.
Headed down towards different thoughts;
To giant collections, questions, borders strange.
There stood content's house of three.
In front, moved in cylindrical copyrights,
In round pegs and liquid language totems.
Then the first, unsettled pages in riddles,
In spirals, springs, learning machines.
To the second, summers and archived plans.
Thriving in the boundary walls.
Near the citizens, subjects, preservers,
Near the propagative inner rims of
Scholars, thinkers and doers,
Past a fire's waging gaze.
The formats walk up the manuscripts,
Cross, some ease and model's
Algorithmic snapping patents.
The quenching value of such!
Models and catalogue's emphasis
Builds the architecture's exceptional core.
The conscious modular maps, and
The abstract granularity of it all.
The rail crawls on these sheets and
illustrated diagrams and documents.
In such, roams bound kilometres in bronze,
and softens the stained glass piazza.
The lengths of the worded path evolve,
On the dotted strings, signs:
Librarians, Poets, Authors,
Publishers and Students, the oath;
“Seek knowledge from the cradle
to the library to the grave.”
I would away fly, but why dream
All I would leave I keep to scream
The world is only me
And only I through the world stream
The farthest star is my extreme
Even more I'm lonely
It was so for God, then he spoke
Sundered now in three: no revoke
Adam imaged that pain
Could not utter what did provoke
The inner urge that longings stoke
Yet woke without complain
I too a longing bear in me
Something deep, fast like gravity
My weighted whole desires
Self trapped in its own sweet beauty
Through love to find infinity
When self from want retires
by
David Smalling
for
RUMI IN RIME COUEE
"Do not feel lonely the universe is inside of you"
From whence the dust cometh,
Surely thence shall it always return;
Even so would he who this piece writeth
Someday be estranged from the sun.
What mortal thing is it that fadeth not?
None have I found from my quest
—Not even the fairest beauties sought
Would live and never be laid to rest.
O what a life where nothing stays
Beyond the welcome of the temporal:
A transitioning at an uncontrollable pace
To the realms of the endless eternal!
Let him who readeth truly understand:
The inescapable is always at hand.
I will wait for your soft, curled vines,
The fake cascade causes tiny, unspecified water droplets to flow over it.
I will not wait for you to be a destined no man's land,
Nobody could allow you to be begotten by the tiny spikes.
I will wait for your buttery redemption,
With every penance, there is the rise of a new dawn.
Your sighs and sorrows are a tree full of grey leaves,
Except you, nobody can ever discern how thin the pinnacle of your chin is.
Is the river Life an overflowing drain to you?
Does the water flow like a train passing through narrow tunnels?
Is this river filled with empty sirens?
Or are they merely whispers in the language of our gurgles?
Nobody could define your silky cotton mood so well,
I misunderstood your appearance, as tattooed arms seem to be.
I want to rely on your ever-driven heart,
Just as a consummate river flows, bearing no dirt.
Is this river a phase?
Or is it just a stage?
You are the most inescapable desideratum to me,
And I am certainly conceded as an affluent hoarder.
An old house I am led to -it is the symbol of
memories in cobwebs - like those of old lost love -
a storehouse for so many things buried in my mind.
I open up its creaking door to see what I might find.
Lovely notes come wafting down the stairs to me.
The memories buried find me.
Sleaze Bag Who Has Been Inescapable
On long label was willing and able To write a fabulous, funny fable
About rambunctious Betty Grable;
Tore her torso on long leg of table.
Rode away on horse from a stable;
Write this much me she did enable,
Now that I am sturdy and capable;
Sleaze bag who has been inescapable.
James Hilarious Nefarious Horn
Caressed by the rosy evening sky
Sitting in the lap of river bank
Hearing the songs of birds that fly
A dreamy fawn is staring in blank
Little does he know that
He is being stalked
From behind the green bushes
By a pair of eyes, black and dark
He gets up to go to his mother
Who is eagerly waiting for him
But will he reach there in time
For the world has now started becoming dim
The cunning eyes follow him
Till he is within the range of the gun
But the fawn senses something
For he starts to fearfully run
But the hunter pulls the trigger
And the quiet jungle hears a loud 'boom'
Now the fawn knows that
He couldn't escape his fated doom
How great our possibilities, if we only lived the realization of our dreams.
If we forsake the limits of these theologies.
If we came together as one society.
If we knew the truths of our history.
If we became aware of our connection across galaxies.
Does this make me weird, that I believe in the power of the human will to grow beyond all
that we see?
That our future is determined by the flow of each of our minds spill.
The imagination that plants the seed.
The words that sharpen our mental skills.
The creative brush strokes that bring the depths of the minds eye to light.
The inconceivable formulas that take us beyond the unknown, and allow us to take flight.
The power, and the potential of the human mind, the human spirit, the human will to achieve
more than human might.
Strength to believe in the impossible dream .
The dream to grow beyond our limits is to face the inescapable future, our human plight.
Form:
Sometimes I feel trapped in the inescapable web woven from all the moments we spent together,
I wonder if there's a way to return to those times lost in the abyss of memory,
I think about whether, if I had listened more closely to my inner voice, feeling the ground tremble,
I could have sensed the lava boiling before we turned into a fountain of pain.
I am still willing to walk on your fire, I loved you enough to engrave your name in my soul,
So what does it matter if my feet burn on the path of our shared memories?
I write these lines not to say that I want us to get back together,
But because I never wanted us to be separated, to be two separate shadows.
I never understood what the philosopher meant by "happy enough to die",
Until the day we ran through the flower garden together, laughing and dreaming,
We never had plans to stay together forever, we both knew,
When you said you loved me to death, I didn't know you meant real death.
Now it is clear to me that we have always been the reflection of our best versions,
All we needed was to look into each other's eyes deeply enough to drown in hopes,
But we grew up in a small town without rivers, only tears in eyes and bullets in words,
So we learned to dodge and fire, and swimming was never a dialect.
I know now, when you told me to leave you alone, you wanted me to hold your hand like a lifeline,
But then all I could do was echo your shout, wither when you hesitated,
I wasn't sure of myself back then, and you were sure you hated yourself, doubt and hate met,
I heard you're doing better now, but I don't know where to send my prayers and regrets.
So I leave them in these pages, hoping that someone who knows you better will deliver the message,
For only this way can I hope that you will feel that I wanted to love you and be near you,
In a world where our words were just shadows of our true desires,
Always remaining an unfinished song, carried by the wind of memories to you.