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Premium Member Inexplicable

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

Premium Member Words That Fit the Inexplicable

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

Inexplicable Memory Quirkily Unhinged

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.


Premium Member Inexplicable

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

Inexplicable View...

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!

Inexplicable Quirky Memory Unhinged Clasp Two

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.


Tis a Mystery, the Inexplicable Recall

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

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!

Premium Member World War Three

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.

Premium Member Inexplicable Love

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..

Inexplicable Quirky Memory Unhinged Clasp One

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,

Inexplicable Quirky Memory Unhinged Clasp One

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.

The inexplicable why

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
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Inexplicable Mind

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

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
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