Best Inscrutable Poems
'Twas a timeless and starless era of dense obscurity.
But there! a self-perpetuating luminary--the deity:
Being of old, the first around.
No one knows his age... those numbers abound.
His name subdivides into many.
He can be called by any.
This entity subsisted when nothingness was.
Those infallible feet trod elsewhere made not of mass.
Thunderous lighting flashes he emitted amongst the black void--
the boundless space which was devoid
of the natural lamps now in the heavens--
That sky, base of his majestic havens.
This infinite Universe...his realm,
and it's inhabitants, for ever whelm.
The GOD nearest ministers--Angels, Seraphs, and Cherubim
execute his will verbatim.
These celestial citizens reflect the Omnipotent's refulgency
which allows their physiognomies to remain in juvenescence,
'cause they are the Patriarch's offspring--
Spawns of the King of Kings.
The Matrix of Life molded them and respired in those nostrils immortality.
Personal witnesses are they of his unique ability
as the Creator and Sovereign,
whom decievest not, nor feign.
Thier kindled eyes contemplates the magnificent Physique of Jewel--
The Source of Life which radiates life's fuel--
The Energy animating all living creatures
from since the moment he formed their features.
That Glory Supreme reverberates an elegant nimbus with spectrum,
thereof, the resemblance of his glow pierces the translucent city of gold and gems and
electrum.
O' even earth and its plenitude are his monuments--
Planet rich with elemental ornaments.
'Tis him and he alone...the Genesis of all.
So praise and gratitude to the most colossal!
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
(She with face inscrutable as the Sphinx.)
Although she was nay forthright,
Shakespeare wast somewhat polite,
But saw through her nefarious high jinks!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
The no message- message
A space without a frame
No sound or a syllable
leaving behind a name
Inscrutable silence
Wrong number didn't dare?
Nothing in particular
Though someone had been there...
For they tried more than once,
To see if I was home,
I was of course, they knew it
By not answering the phone...
Perhaps it was destiny
I left hanging on the line,
'Why didn't you answer?
We called time after time'
'We could not reach you
So we gave up the cause,
Is misery the resting place
You go to just because...?
'No' I tried to defend
The weakness in my ego
Hesitating to answer
The calling of long ago...
'You will have to explain someday
And face yourself, 'then,
The voice added:
'You will have to face us as well'...
'I know, ' I said, 'I was
The blank space on the tape,
The one who wished to say something
No recording device could ever replay!
Romeo Della Valle
©All Rights Reserved-2011
New York City
I am a child in
heart,
Not understanding
why we cannot say
these things;
Let free this sigh
of gracious hope,
across forever
skies.
It is only in heart
that I know
my God does let me
love,
as I can,
and I will.
No matter course,
or action,
or outcome;
I do not grieve this
forsaken spot,
where even angels
fear to go
Sept. 1 2014
Upright and Not Inscrutable
By Franklin Price
9/20/2015
Upright and not inscrutable
Always Constitutional
Never running for an office just for me
Looking out for my constituents
In your best interests are my intents
However else would you think that I could be
Always standing for you here I am
For you my finger's in the dam
Making sure that it will never ever burst
Certifying that the laws we make
Will never your found freedom take
My responsibility is always to you first
Do I detect a hint of doubt
That some of you have found me out
Think that I am egotistically involved
That I will follow party first
Although for you could be the worst
Re-election is my goal I am resolved
I now seek a higher post
So you may raise your glass and toast
That I could be the highest in the land
Find I cannot get there at all
This you may find will bring a pall
Without the rich and things that they demand
Should not be me that you despise
For getting wool pulled o'er your eyes
It's the nature of the modern politic
If I could get there another way
Would still have your back first today
That the rich control us really makes me sick
A cherub child,
Akin to a flower bud,
Is born crippled,
An inscrutable prank of God!
The wise old owl
doesn't give a hoot
about the little mouse
he's all concentration
on dinner calling.
Beneath the inscrutable sky, blinded by divided eternities,
We are islands of yearning, adrift in fate,
Each bearing a mysterious longing, a desert within the chest,
And with every heartbeat, my sorrow robustly grows.
Fate, the ancient dramatist who in astral maps has decreed
That we be star-crossed lovers, struck by the curse of the falling star.
Painfully sweet is our allotment, a share of shadow and nectar,
Tasting fleetingly, in profound flight, from the sweetness of ephemeral intimacy.
This is the light we endeavor to clasp tightly,
Like Odysseus, shipwrecked in an epic of froth,
Clinging to the beam that thrashes amongst the violent and caustic waves.
You remained locked in a loveless alliance, you've watched too long.
Belatedly, we discovered each other, drawn by a sublime magnet,
Which seemed, in its ephemeral moment, too intense to be contained.
And thus, nature staged its wild banquet,
A cruel show, unintelligible to hearts, stealing away our happiness.