Best Inexplicable Poems
omnipotence choosing vulnerability - inexplicable!
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all power glory honor relinquished - as He donned mortality!
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Note: #s 16 & 17 in the series of 24 Monokus reflecting the holy season
My brother is an osprey
with an eagle arrogance
And - although he adores a forest
I have the ‘sauce’ on him - he
abhors pine bathroom spray
His eyes are fire opals of mirth
His laughter - the dusk of an
endless Summer heat
His legs - straddle the valley of death
I picture him in a strong canoe paddling through
a river of garden flowers
his spirit rising with swift wings-
and the will to fall
Suzanne Delaney
A rhetorical question finds me asking
(to no one in particular) why I recall
the names of grade school teachers
approximately fifty years ago (whose
names listed below), when the need
to retrieve necessary information due
ring examinations (less time ago)
often found me seized with sudden
inability to remember any vital ants
sirs (even including my name), thus
grudgingly handing over blank test paper
analogously surrendering a vital
document gracing terms of defeat
into the scaly claws (zen nay), sans
first to sixth grade Precambrian relic
(Missus Batson, Missus Rittenhouse,
Missus Wells, Mister Stout,
Missus Shaner, or Miss Rinderle).
Invariably majority of first thru
sixth grade accorded accredited
ancient authenticated creatures.
They freely exercised diabolical
churlish beastial animalistic zeal
us yakking, wickedly unprintable
upon (unprincipled urchin) at
receiving end of fiendishly grue
some hellish instructions. Assign
ments buttressed with ultimatums
harkening back to Jurassic period
earlier in dawning primate con
sciousness. Lesson material kindled
with justifiable license in league
with garnered insignia. Heft
to bring pupils to heal predicated
via warp and weft woven wonder
fully. Wrought writs welcomed
whips with warranty whenever
recalcitrant ruffian refused
respecting reptilian rubric repre
sentative rattling (The Idler Wheel
Is Wiser Than the Driver of
the Screw and Whipping Cords
Will Serve You More Than Ropes
Will Ever Do), which loosely
rendered regularly warbled
wishy washy verse curmudgeons
freedom granted to interpret
as one decrepit, hawkish insignia
certified one beaming Eve and/
or stud deed brute soffit. Education
often relied on the weekly reader,
and letters to and/or from Aunt
Emma. Nefarious mean linkedin
kickstarter jawboning torturous
treatment tolerated, asper imps
of the pervert, mutant Ninja
Turtles duty bound antsy
youthful yokel yodelers
weathering ululating sing-song
and quintessential precepts.
she’ll talk about
her wedding
her honeymoon
her trip
her house
her bedroom
her livingroom
her yard
her garage
her car
i cringe~
her husband’s sitting there
apparently none of all that is theirs
he sits there outwardly immune
to her inexplicable bouts of poor english
to me it’s unthinkable quite inconceivable
yet she does have her redeeming qualities
because her heart’s so big it could explode
which makes it all the more so mystifying
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Back to home after a tiring day
Wished to get a heartily repose
Reclined on sofa with no thought
Show in soup many featured posts.
One gained my attentive attention
About the unpaid nature so pure
Words simple touching the Soul
Pleasure as if from heart it flowed.
Stretching speechless all the more
Carried to a different land of allure
Far from material and glamour zone
Paused with fumbling words galore.
No comment for view of piece adored
As I turned “me “a messenger of God
To no longer let deforestation go on
Be a volunteer to nurture nature.
At my end prevent its wastage ever
No comment doesn’t imply not good
In fact the appreciation was heart felt
Rekindled the message of author to all.
Thankful to write this theme this day
As an opportunity for respect to pay
For letting view such austere writing
Changing my life for best than better!
when into scaly claws, sans first
to sixth grade Precambrian relic
(Missus Batson, Missus Rittenhouse,
Missus Wells, Mister Stout, Missus Shaner,
or Miss Rinderle).
Invariably the majority
of elementary grades didst accord
accredited ancient authenticated creatures bored
(with exception of sixth)
freely exercised diabolical chord
churlish beastial animalistic
zealous yakking, wickedly,
aye (a basket case) deplored
unprintable (epithets) this then
(unprincipled urchin) puny pupil felt lord
did over whacked, sans receiving end,
viz fiendishly gruesome
hellish instructions mean teacher scored.
Assignments buttressed with ultimatums
harkening back to Jurassic period earlier
in the dawning primate consciousness.
Lesson material kindled justifiable license
in league garnered insignia heft brought pupils
to heal predicated, via warpped weft woven
wonderfully wrought writs welcomed whips
with warranty whenever recalcitrant ruffian
refused respecting reptilian rubric representative
saber rattling, where...
(The Idler Wheel Is Wiser Than the Driver
of the Screw and Whipping Cords Will
Serve You More Than Ropes Will Ever Do),
which loosely rendered regularly warbled
wishy washy verse curmudgeons freedom
granted to interpret as one decrepit, hawkish
insignia certified one beaming Eve and/or
stud deed brute soffit.
Education often relied on the weekly reader,
and letters to or from Aunt Emma to this Jack,
oh napeswho never wrote back
sheesh, alas and alack.
Nefarious mean linkedin kickstarter jawboning
torturous treatment tolerated, asper imps
of pervert, mutant Ninja Turtles duty bound
antsy youthful yokel yodelers weathering ululating
sing-song quintessential precepts.
adieu:
math a hew
scott harris a gentile Jew
all ways felt like new
kid on the block isolated
in his hermetically sealed queue
pay perm ash shay watched per view
whew
at last in conk clew shun to you
from one primate within the human zoo.
Of Real Or "FAKE" Memories
Earlier today...upon
setting feet out a side door,
a refreshingly cool rain
washed away present woes,
and ushered auld lang syne,
sans mine earlier childhood quatrain
such as the incy wincy spider sung
(way out of tune) by
my then young mum,
yet clear as day she evinced
unabashed loved simply and plain,
which cherished rarely
jogged memory main,
lee lost in sigh burr space,
perhaps arising some
where (over the rainbow...)
in toto within my midbrain
ah...methought, how perfectly spontaneous
I spunkily danced down
Drury (er rather Lantern) Lane
sudden recollection of real or
feigned salad days of yore
blessedly carefree, innocently naive,
which elapsed many a score
years ago poked thru consciousness
so vividly, despite
at nineteen and four
tee Earth's orbitz ago,
hence summarily explore
thyself as an adorable boy around
'pon the onset of incipient curiosity
(i.e. preschooler),
aye did unexpectedly bound
forth like a midsize dog ecstatic
to greet her/his master,
the latter played and clowned
with four legged woman's/
man's "best friend,"
where non verbal
communication did expound
volumes of unconditional mutually
symphonic, sympathetic, and symbiotic
couched make believe buddies
never abandoned me always around:
INEXPLICABLE
Wondering through the scenes of earth
Only sexagenarians will tell there is nothing to fetch
Rummage on, then and now
Astonished we are so we take a bow
So many questions with answers ungiven
Yet deliver testimonies to look uncraven
Why stay young when time is old
Our unique success is that of being bold
And to those that claim of knowledge precise
Still inevitable they find earth’s greatest price
Rumination remains always capable
But we cannot cheat the realm, forever inexplicable!
So they came to a point when it looks inevitable
Like that happened with numbers one and two
And like ages ago, it seems inexplicable
Wars grow like a garden of stones can grew
Stigmatized, victimized for some abstract aim
That shall be proclaimed as our sacred duty
After halcyon days we have lost the game
War returns refreshed, the peace outputted
So it turns out that the need for war
Coincides with the need for mass subjugation
We are forced to resist the most vile foe
And the foe says exactly the same of our nation
Politicians speak out their viral war dances
Intellectuals get infected the most
The commons must use the god given chances
To save the values, with their lives cost
Bloody values are valued more than all lives
The insane metaphysics of global war
Still works, for the few think to be glorified
That's the godsent fate they were made for
The rulers desire for mass destruction
Has not yet been properly understood
Still the missles are deemed as the best action
To protect the neighbours from neighbourhood
Go on, warriors, passport every leaf on a tree
Take control over every move people make
Slander a natural right to be free
Trash a thought of peace as an enemy’s fake
Pray yer old bloody god at the early dawnings
Abide to old customs, innate hatred to strangers
Though one of them stares at you every morning
From the mirror, and looks like an old acquaintance.
My song is sad and badly sung
It catches in my throat and dies
No matter what the day decries
The bells of truth are sadly rung
To cry for a heart that doesn't care
Futile is the life that lives in vain
Crying with such delicious pain
Lest you keep love alive, beware
Tomorrow dawns as I know it will
Still , hope raises its determined head
And after all is done and tearfully said
My God, forgive me..I love you still..
A rhetorical question finds me ask
king (to no one in particular) why I bask
with recollection the names of blank
exclamatory staid grade school crank
key teachers approximately
42,0480,000 breaths aye drank
fifty years ago (most whose names frank
lee listed below),
when the need to access
and retrieve
immediate necessary information
analogously interleaved
among coaxial bracts
during examinations relegated
as hopelessly lost
into interstitial invisible cranial cracks
irretrievably buried
during examinations, which age
(feels like a million years ago)
often found me seized and caged
with sudden inability to remember
any vital answers as gauged
evidenced by nothing writ
ten on paper (even including my name),
thus loosely similar as aye sit
to compose poetry,
and/or prose tempted to quit
asper defeated by resignation,
and sinking sensation in the pit
of my stomach (more so regarding orbit
ting like an unsound garden
black hole son around cold (mit
ten necessary) awful days grudgingly
handing over like a lit
till insignificant being,
a test paper devoid of academic grit
analogously surrendering
(while feeling fit
tubby tied, sense internally emit
ting abnegation sans chafing at the bit,
yet no sooner did buzzer indicated test
time over, then (of course),
an instantaneous pest
that blocked chunk dramatically
flowered gloriously invoking nest
head treasured mother lode
of learned information invest
ment accounting for principle ball lanced
formerly figuratively barricaded facts
suddenly at my behest
ironically retaining to this day
dogged details amazingly,
now gracing lix spittle fist size gray
dictating academic failure
forcing laying down pen hay
for ma forgotten requisite thoughts may
king skepticism about self thrive, ray
zing mailer demons impossible to slay,
A rhetorical question finds me ask
king (to no one in particular) why I bask
with recollection the names of blank
exclamatory staid grade school crank
key teachers approximately
42,0480,000 breaths aye drank
fifty years ago (most whose names frank
lee listed below),
when the need to access
and retrieve
immediate necessary information
analogously interleaved
among coaxial bracts
during examinations relegated
as hopelessly lost
into interstitial invisible cranial cracks
irretrievably buried
during examinations, which age
(feels like a million years ago)
often found me seized and caged
with sudden inability to remember
any vital answers as gauged
evidenced by nothing writ
ten on paper (even including my name),
thus loosely similar as aye sit
to compose poetry,
and/or prose tempted to quit
asper defeated by resignation,
and sinking sensation in the pit
of my stomach (more so regarding orbit
ting like an unsound garden
black hole son around cold (mit
ten necessary) awful days grudgingly
handing over like a lit
till insignificant being,
a test paper devoid of academic grit
analogously surrendering
(while feeling fit
tubby tied, sense internally emit
ting abnegation sans chafing at the bit,
2.
yet no sooner did buzzer indicated test
time over, then (of course),
an instantaneous pest
that blocked chunk dramatically
flowered gloriously invoking nest
head treasured mother lode
of learned information invest
ment accounting for principle ball lanced
formerly figuratively barricaded facts
suddenly at my behest
ironically retaining to this day
dogged details amazingly,
now gracing lix spittle fist size gray
dictating academic failure
forcing laying down pen hay
for ma forgotten requisite thoughts may
king skepticism about self thrive, ray
zing mailer demons impossible to slay.
I watched a lorry
coming down the Route de Lesterps.
One of those rumbling lumbering lorries
that so disturbed your morning sleep
and for an instant, a moment’s thought,
I wanted
to dash out between our cars
to run into its onrushing path
to come to you
to leave behind the pain
the need to know
to know not the how
but the inexplicable why.
In the end, I stood there
and watched it pass,
I counted the raindrops as they fell
and as time restarted
turned and returned to our home.
Kim Helen James
9:29
7th October 2024
dazed days
in the e-jungle
of this wide, wired world
tell him this is not
the place to look for
what matters,
what's worthy;
unconvinced,
he stares, takes
a look at what to him
might turn out to be
a significant unknown
about what seems
and what is;
for there is
an inexplainable side
of what has been explained
that deserves a lifetime
of hard-headed searching
by the restless, explaining,
inexplicable mind !
Predictable Yet Inexplicable
Policies and prepared plans are predictable;
Still may and can hire those not capable;
Short cuts taking;
Hearts breaking,
And final reults were firmly inexplicable.
James Horn