Best Inexorably Poems
I sigh …
pushing warm, wordless weight
onto the twilight mist
where its folly hangs like old sackcloth
the silver-doubloon moon dripping
it’s wan wonder to daub
breath and bones alike with
rusted romance -
a languid lie that loves to tease -
that lives to clutch my
heart in its chill digits and wring
each memory from my gut
cackling all the while
at the dreamy stain left behind -
the trail of crumbs and lost loves that
fools as I devour in the
ignorance of age …
the barren bones that lesser creatures
pass by in apathy
and greater creatures choke on …
I am boundless in my longing
this breeze of brine boils my marrow
beads of moonlight spatter
wave-tops as if alive -
as if each silver burst was a
note of child laughter
skipping away to find a tympan, sweet
or a moony firefly of singular purpose
now there - now gone …
each, lives the life of an instant
yet is a glorious bloom
of magic and timeless grace
that reaches its
tendrils deep into my essence …
that, with this salty air and
cool sand and rhythmic washing
of the shore
speaks to me in a
voice as clear as the gods themselves
a voice that calls to the
most visceral reaches of my spirit
a tender voice of hope and life
and dreams and AWE …
a voice of dazzling wonderment
and tragic sorrow
a voice that trembles my bones
and stirs my heart with a
yearning and thirst, unquenchable
a voice … of deceit …
It sings to me yet -
beyond all sense and caring and
prudence and time proven
that you were the ONE …
it’s a voice that I
wish beyond all imaginings
I would never hear again
but that nonetheless continues on
and finds me inexorably
bound to this place
to that devil moon
to this limitless sea
and …
to YOU.
Humanity
The pagan pilgrimage, sun-worshippers frequently make
Latter-day phenomenon, take off on a Bronze Age break
Constellations change position, solstices realign
Tropic of Capricorn peaks, Cancer starts its slow decline
Astrologers reassure us, the end is not bespoke
Astronomers can’t sleep, has a supernova awoke?
Healthy cells deconstruct inexorably from their core
Runaway chain reactions, laying waste forever more
Be that as it must, cosmic cataclysms generate thrust
Comets are slightly nudged, on a collision course with us?
Ancients believed them omens, wraiths of impending slaughter
Those billion ton tailed curveballs, catalysed Earth with water
Modern man searches for answers, drowning in misnomers
Melding PhD honours, with chatbot E-diplomas
Teleporting entangled particles, throws back a hack
Time travelling marvel, rewinds the real Bronze Age back?
Absurdness seems lame, yet concomitantly germane
Hawking conserved energy, by merely using his brain
Newton had a bachelors, kept him celibate stable
He’d balls of steel for sure, alas no bearings on that cradle?
Information cannot be destroyed, only zeitgeists can
Synthesised is truth, in the malleable hands of man
Life’s more delicate, gravitas hidden behind a smile
Like tales that flightless birds, buried heads in denial
Ostriches evolved kick-ass legs, and win the biped race
They dig shallow pits in sand, not complex black holes in space
One squawked this revelation before zooming off to die:
“Humankind’s the sole species, with good reason to ask why”?
She spoke about Love as though it were a ghost
that haunted Her heart, a gobblin of garrulous grind & grime,
a spector of weakness that if caught
in the peryphery of One's soul would intensify
as a headache storm swells inexorably into the daytime,
a terror of exposure to vulnerability wrapped
in the voice of a violin chasing a child,
if confronted, it would vanish in the blood of imagination,
oddly, She gave Love to others like a lesson of learned loss,
She couldn't help to care,
wouldn't surrender to it,
but couldn't deny Love to those who believed in it,
a painful condition of starvation for sentient salvation,
an Angel of abused afterthoughts,
I wonder now if She knows
that Love is the metal of Her armor -
J.A.B.
Salt tears drip from leaves,
to land on tea-colored pages.
Hopes and dreams,
written in the ink of history,
slowly blur and drip
into the underworld of the
abandoned and long forgotten.
Salt waters of the ocean
and tumbling waves turn
stones and pebbles to sand,
erasing familiar shapes
and throwing up barriers
to once precious memories.
Dimming eyes look out on
unfamiliar landscapes of a mind
inching inexorably into
a vast emptiness that steals
learned behaviors, abilities,
and the past, leaving nothing.
The empty eyes wander
but do not understand, for
the spirit that occupied this frame
has broken earthly chains.
It now soars free, no longer captive
to expectations and this mortal life.
Your arms locked around me with caution
The rhythm of the dance ... love
it has all the ingredients
All the momens I will share with you
You take me to places I have never been
When the wind whispering in the trees
it is your words I hear
A life together that can withstand both heat and cold
Teach us the ability to forgive
and humility even to be forgiven
Invisible threads, scents and memories of bygone times
All longings that humans have carried for generations
Stay with me to the morning and hold me closer
Inexorably longing for love
towards dawn and sunrise
15.12.2014
A-L Andresen :)
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January is the incunabula of the year
I embrace hugely like my huggable teddy bear
With my new life’s portmanteau inexorably handed over
On that last starry night of a very cold and joyful December
A new portmanteau of life’s flavors and condiments
Portions of joys, pains and many life’s challenges
Mysteriously packed all for me in hope to gird up
To follow whatever roads with valor, love, faith and delight.
I’m eagerly looking forward to what are all in store
Perking up with wonder on a brand new portmanteau as I go aboard
Wanting to share with you whatever great surprises that I may hold
In loving wishes that New Year for you unfolds with moments of gold
Jan. 26, 2015 1.15pm
May I share with you a New Year's poem I wrote last night/early morning. Once again, my warm greetings of belated happy New Year 2015!
How are things in Rome, my love, the Rome we knew so long ago?
Do the crystal waters in the Fountain of Trevi still gently flow?
Does the coin we tossed in there yet shine? I'd really like to know,
Or like the love of our feckless youth, has it lost its glow?
I was a lonely soldier boy far from home and she was lonely too.
When I saw her across the crowded room, my heart skipped a beat or two!
'Tis said that a woman loves a man in uniform but I'm not sure that's so!
I felt it much more than that as in her eyes I saw a special glow!
I have fond memories of our dinners sipping Chianti with speghetta,
And the thrilling rides along the Tiber on our trusty old Lambretta!
The moon shone on just the two of us as we held each other tight,
Pledging our eternal love with a tender kiss on that very special night!
Alas, time moved on inexorably as it will and I returned to fighting war.
'Tis said that tossing a coin in Trevi ensures your return to Rome once more!
But it was not to be. I can only cherish sweet memories in my heart!
I sadly muse, "How are things in Rome, my love, since we've been apart?"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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(PS: I hasten to add that this is a fictional write otherwise I'd be in deep and
serious trouble with my wife!!!!!)
From afar only
I have surveyed the things once known,
now decayed and crawling
slowly, yet inexorably,
toward a time I’d rather not see.
I have not stood with you
in the desolate places we knew,
places we knew before their desolation,
I fear to stand there
and I fear to be forgotten by you.
I remember them well
and I remember you too,
and you lead me, and chase me,
through mourning and mournful places,
places not known until now.
I may have feared you, loathed you,
or neither, or both,
and perhaps I loved you
or didn't, but should have,
but I could only have loved poorly, I think.
You lead me through unknown wastelands
and chase me through crushing battlefields,
always in the dead of night
when we cannot see
the things that so merrily tear at us.
We dare not see them,
and dare not see our wounds, we needn't,
we feel more surely than we’d see,
and surely they are real,
I fear they may never mend.
24th April 2019
I stood on the cobbled street
at midnight - gentle wafts of the Cassis vineyards
dancing on air, mixing, not unpleasantly,
with the bite of late December,
(reminding me fondly of my days writing in Paris,
and the trips my love and I made
to the countryside on long weekends,
for picnics and rest).
The sweet lull of a small choir
floated tenderly from the chapel nearby -
'O little town of Bethlehem' ...
coaxing even more poignant thoughts of childhood,
Christmases in the little church by the lake,
when all that mattered was
held inside my family's home at night,
warm and cared for and safe.
I looked up at the sharp glints
of winter suns, thinking how each
was a true-but-intangible thread of light
that tied me inexorably to all I needed and loved -
to all that I cared or worried about in the world now,
no matter where she had been taken away to ...
No matter where I now had to follow
to win her back.
The moth, inexorably drawn
To an incendiary fate,
Is tunneled to the wormhole's end
And placed in stasis, there to wait.
A single strand of silk is all
That ties it to a universe,
A speck caught in a cosmic thrall
Suspended in a quirky verse.
A strange fire arcs the silken cord;
The spark moves at the speed of light.
A dragon bursts forth from its lair,
Takes flight as the moth's wings ignite.
Back at the source, a blackish smudge,
The only hint of what took place.
A worm imagining set free,
Unleashed to roam in time and space.
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Neutron binary star collision
Drifting in the ether, most of my adult life
Drawn toward a magnetar, she's a prototype
Exotic matter unimaginable, powerless to repress
Mercurial wondrous, one time star has turned goddess
Imploded onto my scene, light weeks ago
Contains only neutrons, emits an ovulating glow
Trapped in her energy, I've become a willing feeder
Stripping off my outer layers, every orbit I come nearer
Accretion disc envelopes me, she siphons off my matter
Relentlessly devouring, inexorably I'm growing flatter
An inverted death embrace, drains the life from me
Oozing radioactive plasma, overcome by gravity
Nothing left to give our marriage, togetherness remain
Resting on her surface, satisfying each others pain
Pulsating forever, orgasming every few seconds
Lovers radiate jets, ejaculation going errant
Originally written 08/30/21
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07/27/22
The Atheist believes in Rationality
He mocks all religious emotionality
Calls it the opiate of the masses, pie-in-the-sky
The snake oil of sinister ministers, insidiously sly
Whereas Human Reason, the Atheist confidently opines
Leads man -- become god -- to outcomes supreme and sublime
Yet this very 'Reason' has provided justification
For centuries of inhuman horror and abomination
The 'great civilizations' of Greece and Rome left 'imperfect babies' to die
Abandoning them upon birth on rocky mountain-sides ...
'Scientific theories' of dark-skinned peoples' inferiority
of Caucasion superiority, led inexorably to humiliation and slavery ...
While millions of innocent people died all too recently
At the hands of Stalin and Mao, among other atheists, so brutally ...
It was 'reason' that led Adolf Hitler to conveive mass murder via gassing
in showers which 'facilitated' six million Jews,' he labeled 'vermin,' passing
So, regarding the Atheist, the facts are quite clear
~ His 'rationality' does not consider human life to be dear
Entry in "The atheist" poetry contest
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I AM as I AM, free & formless in a domain timeless
In, as & one with & within the sea of Oneness
Dissolved and yet in as ordained, distinct
Pure love awareness in a boundaryless precinct
In, within and in yet as by Oneness ordained
The beingness of love seeking outpouring, now contained
Choicelessly choosing to view Its reflection
In the mirror of duality without any distortion
As so chosen, so began, love benign-ability
Polarity in singularity
Creating sensory movement in duality
Spherical vision confined to timeline linearity
The love absolute
Choicelessly resolute
Now within a living body of perfection
Matter manifest as divine vibration
The pure love outpouring
Within body of lower vibration anchoring
Prismatic refraction of ephemerality bemusing
Anchors of grossness to the vehicle of form alluring
Love then, looking at its reflection
Within in-form consciousness, seeing a contortion
Observes that the transient life of the vehicle of imagination
Within duality, is oblivious of its own divinic origin
Linear time then slowly turns
Hypnotically, inexorably churns
The wheel of illusion
Trapping consciousness in mayic delusion
Love being love, yet outpours its nectar
Dispersing magnetically across all vectors
But duality being the zone so choicelessly chosen
The same free will of consciousness keeps its ascension frozen
Yet love being one and consciousness being porous
In timeless time nodes within form, all being love, sing in chorus
Engage in a rhythmic dance synchronous in timeless being-ness
As of resonation to the vibration of the That Oneness
In, within, in-form & formless stillness
And time slowed down
I could feel it, see it, hear it
Yes, mostly I could hear it
The sound of silence
Only it was not silent
It was a deafening roar
Like a myriad clarion horns
And it became totally dark
With an absence of all sensation
Other than sound
And, as time moved slowly, inexorably
To a standstill
So, too, the sound moved
Becoming thinner
Becoming rhythmic, beating
Until all I could hear was
The voice of your heart
Calling
And I moved
Although at first I could not see
Or feel the ground beneath my feet
Gradually my senses returned
As first I became aware of
The sweet heady scent of the forest
And my eyes were bathed in an aura
That on opening them
Was coming from the golden foliage of the trees
And I was neither surprised
To see the raven in front of me on the path
Nor alarmed when he spoke to me
Reminding me of my hunger
And leading me to the delicacies
You had placed to sustain me on my journey
And the berries quenched my thirst
And sated my hunger
More than any feast ever had before
I followed the path until ahead of me
The way was blocked
By a shimmering gold web
And as I approached
I saw the gossamer strands begin to dissolve
And coalesce into your form
I lifted you and laid you down in the moss
And drank you with my eyes
Caressing you gently with my strong hands
The voices of our hearts sang in harmony
Time picked up from where it left off
And we were together through autumn
And the changing seasons
Carefree in love and happiness
There is that damp pressure
pushing against your skin
on those thick,
fog congested mornings
when the light
is almost absent
and you feel walled in
and alone
being deprived of distance
with the world shrinking
to a size little more
than what is measured out
by a few shuffled footsteps
from where you stand.
There seems nothing beyond.
And yet,
disorientated and carrying
all your doubts,
you push on,
nurturing a sense
of being drawn
inexorably towards
a somewhere,
measureless in distance
from the circumference
of yourself, but just
a mere breath away.