Best Inviolable Poems
Winter’s cold chill cuts through my chin.
Within its bleak and brazen embrace,
My brisk days are turned brief and barren.
They are lengthened into sordid sepulchral insomniac nights.
I slither and slip and am hurled into hibernation.
Once I stood with you immune to wanton winter’s wild whiplash.
You wrapped me warm from the wrath of winter’s whirlwind.
Our life moved in homogeneous harmony.
With one glaring glance from you, my heart hummed halcyon tunes.
I danced blissfully in tandem to your sweet soulful songs.
Your luminous, lambent light shone brightly,
Blazing the dark and desolate caves and crevices within me.
Now I stand and stay rooted like the trunk of a leafless tree,
Giving no shelter or shade to anyone.
With despondent dread and disappointment,
I watch the sap and serum in me going dry,
And the feathers on my wings wilt and wither like dead leaves.
With the flaming fire put out, winter has brashly barged into my life.
My lips once so eloquent now have fallen still and silent.
All the words I have carefully gleaned and garnered,
Have slipped and slid into a bottomless abyss, never to be heard again.
My lulling lyrics are replaced with the reverberating refrains of a lament.
An icy crystallization is speedily spreading,
Through my sentient soul like an ache, I have never known.
Grey cumulus clouds of pain have rolled into steal,
All light, luster and luminosity from my bright sky.
Now my world has cracked and crumbled into a bleak void of grey.
I twitch and tremble in cold as you have withdrawn your warmth.
A late realization has now daringly dawned outside my door.
I am not to perish and putrefy in this cold,
But be dauntless and dashing to fight, thaw and tread my way,
Battle the intense cold in flaming, flaring fires.
After every frosty and freezing winter, other seasons will arrive .
Summer is an inviolable and unassailable power within,
And in its warmth I can vanquish the chilling cold.
I shall wake up with a syrupy sweet song in my lips
And find myself in the luminous light of a dawning day!
Unassailable purity, a cognition divine of venerated mind,
Proffers promise inviolable, beneficence sacred aligned,
With force invincible emanating from goodwill of heart
Forming precepts impeccable, teachings benevolent impart.
Purity of thought and action~ a worthy and righteous goal,
Resounds indomitable from kindred voice of resolute soul;
A heavenly call of compassion, extolling sanctity of love,
Lifting tenor of gloomy dawns~ soothing refrains of dove.
Unassailable purity in life, a road map of directions to hope,
Sacrosanct are its valiant acts, vowing ceaselessly to cope,
Performing with mighty resolve, deeds inducing pride;
Serving humbly as invisible hand of irreproachable guide.
Assisting destitute is the sermon, tolling bells of prayer,
Beckoning the weary, indigent, to shelter and welfare;
Comforting grief of despair with words enlightened, aware,
Consoling cry of nothingness, bequeathing love and care.
It exemplifies within her selfless smile, purity of her eyes,
Reassuring her children, bliss of mother’s love never dies;
Its rectitude unassailable, eternal as the reign of time,
A gift precious, paramount to life~ ethereal and sublime.
Thoughts and words cannot be reconciled
In the tunnel I'm locked
Echo of mortal words
and the footprints of the killer
Spiders and hordes of bats
Although I am inviolable, death is stronger
I can not fight against the power of darkness
in this criminal underworld
Raw and intense - brutal realities
Trapped in my own body
Closes my eyes and disappears into my own existence
I realize the pitiful truth
The sledgehammer hits harder and harder
An ice cold, psychopathic killer
The head and the heart will so gladly accept
this indescribably ruthless pain
The past and the future are killed
I hope the shadows never find me
____/____ let my soul rest
until we meet again
28/01/2021
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Murder in the Tunnel Poetry Contest
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3rd place in the contest
—The road side thinker—
For ejected by the absolute that is inviolable and unknowable,
alone, only alone the stone; who was born in a gap of rocks
at the unknown foot of a mountain, built a hut named
oblivion faced to the setting sun by a roadside.
For the solitary homeless wanderer’s sake the stone; neither trihedral,
nor cubic, nor spherical, nor polyhedral, ever had the glory of monarchical supremacy nor had decay of a reed in the marsh, that necessarily should have been, at least once, for everyone.
The stone; who has no form, now, sits along the roadside
watching the setting sun, while masticating bitter wormwood’s aroma that alone
is lofty for a price of annual rings grew from a compelled, unwilling heart.
For all the deplorableness, for all the poverty, the stone; not trihedral,
not cubic, not spherical, not polyhedral, denies the brilliance of
a colorful rainbow repudiates the elegance of the nobility
refuses affection that is to be showed off.
The book of one's life has been written
The paths he has to walk on have been traced
The goals to be achieved have been chosen
The time of completion of the events has been set.
One has just to:
Read carefully and understand the plot of his book
Walk on the indicated paths and never deviate from them
Help materialize each of the goals set according to his abilities
And
Finally, be ready to accept what may come without complaining
For
Our Lord has given to each of us what it takes to participate, constructively, in the becoming of the cosmic order.
He neither coerces us nor allows us His divine plans to destroy.
He has given us freedom, but He also has set
inviolable universal laws to safeguard His creation
Thus
Whoever oversteps these cosmic laws will face the
consequences of his actions
In that case
One has to know that God is not to be blamed!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
26 September 2018
She asks me,
from a sense of curiosity
commandeering the comfort of her heart,
like clouds spilling a thousand secrets,
How are you feeling...
I want to suffer alone tonight...
But you can't be alone,
you have Me...
I just need the echo of darkness tonight...
But you can't be alone,
You have me...
I just need the echo of darkness tonight...
I can be your darkness...
You're so beautiful,
even in the darkness...
Just stay with me...
I want to stay with you...
What upset you,
tell me my Love...
I just want quiet pain tonight...
I love you...
I will see you in the dawn my Luv...
A love trauma storm
has begun to soak my splitting soul
with a million volts of ageless ache,
memories of innocence voicing exuberance
pulses of naivety needing nothing more
than a simple vibrant kiss
on a virgin nerve,
being struck by the shock
of multiple hearts held in one avericious hand,
experiencing vein ripping rage,
learning that divided loyalty
is a lip smack lasceration
that can only be stitched by tears true,
and lonely moments soothed by gratitude
gaslit into a nausea that ruptures
the rock of devotion into a wilting will,
I have known both faces of love,
the one that makes the heart of a Man
a fortress of flame and a beast of lust,
and the one that makes a Man
the sword of a rogue warlord,
I also know that love is a monster
of awesome appetite relentless,
love will devour you to the bone,
and that love will resurrect you
from despair seemed certainty,
Through my conquest of internal confliction,
I have realized as rain in free fall,
that love is a conviction in real heartbeat,
a love ethic raw on the tongue of Time,
that the purpose of passion
is not to please you
but to preserve you,
to make meaning of your eyes,
We choose our conflicts
as desire chooses a target,
I'll be your target as long as you set me on fire,
let's not make love a battle between
the subjective and the objective,
let's make it an inviolable truth alive today,
let's say goodbye to expectations
and to judgements rude,
let's just love one another with pure intent,
no conflict, no prediction,
no hesitation from hell,
My Luv, it's now dawn,
embrace me as Venus to flesh renewed,
I am your truth of wild taste,
and I your touchstone of life,
together we are poetry in primal ink...
J.A.B.
"Steeped" in resentment at usurious taxes, a Revolution was "brewing!"
History records that the Boston Tea Party was to be the Brits undoing!
An anguished groan was heard as barrels of tea were hurled into the sea!
Their grog of rum they might forego, but never their tot of tea!
Every pupil has read Longfellow's, "Midnight Ride Of Paul Revere!"
And his lantern signals to be hung in the belfry on that midnight clear.
"One, if the Brits approach by land - two, if they approach by sea!
We'll catch 'em by surprise, 'cause they'll be sipping oolong tea!"
A decisive battle was fought to a standstill at Bunker Hill.
Although the rag-tag Yankee militia lacked in military skill,
They fought like tigers, Sir William Howe could readily see,
As he pondered his next move eating his scones and slurping tea!
On a dreary Christmas Eve, Washington crossed the Delaware.
The Brits were celebrating and were taken completely unaware!
Caught by surprise in Trenton, they were unable to flee,
All because they had to have that inviolable break for tea!
According to historians and such like who like to keep score,
They found that the Brits won many battles but they lost the war!
Though the point is debatable and the Brits might disagree,
Would we be speaking Cockney, had they not paused for a cup o' tea?
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Dignity is Something that Can Not be Compromised
Dignity is a value that applicable to both individual and a collective of people on the Global.
The value of connection between individual and social environment is highly respected in a positive way.
Every Individual’s dignity can only be recognized from the experience by other who would judge and assess.
But human dignity must be inviolable and everyone should respect that, this is a normal behavior towards others.
Dignity must be well respected and protected, because when people are united, there should be no differences and we are all the same.
Human dignity is not only a fundamental right but it constitutes the real basis rights to respect, and wealthy should not be valued higher than one’s life.
And whereas many people tends to forget to recognize the dignity and equal rights from every human being.
Those are an inalienable rights of all inhabitants of the earth to keep the freedom, justice and peace in the world.
This word confirms a personal’s dignity within the part of legal system and it should not use to violate the name of others.
And human dignity must be respected with the same rules.
Nobody wants to lose their self-esteem and respect because of the attitude of somebody who like to belittle other and only praise for themselves.
We cannot effect the dignity of other, for the fact that we were more luckier at birth and therefore have a better place in this society .
We should just respect and appreciate everyone for their own value.
I wish you a healthy life.
Kindly Regards,
Author Jan Jansen
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Although flowers bloom it’s awkward to say that they are flowers
because they are not flowers, but thorns disguised as yellow pistils
and stamens surrounded by the petals made of pieces of colorless
paper. Moreover, their fragrance bears no meaning at all because
they bloom in the night,
and each time when the scorching sun brands the cactus’ skin
it cries out loud from the pain of the thorns pierced through
it’s burning flesh to form renewed skin,
then, surprised by a heartrending cry,
the birds flap their wings to fly in the air abandoning the cactus.
However the birds may be, they only are lifeless drones
flying over a desert. And since they are lifeless, they
don’t know the meaning of life, and that’s why they only see
the thorny flowers standing open arms in the midst of the desert that is
filled with ashes of death—nuclear wastes, abandoned poisonous chemical
solutions polluted waters that drive lives to the edge of death.
To the saguaro cactus standing in the midst of man-made miseries,
nonetheless, dreamed to have an audience with
the mystic Queen of the Andes,
and in order for him to fulfill his dream,
to have a long journey toward the south moving along with the sun,
and then, after crossing the delicate line marked zero,*
climbing up the Andes for a higher ridge that is higher than the drone.
And as you go higher the wind starts to rise;
when the wind gets stronger to cut through the skin,
then saguaro’s thorns start to prick its own body from
loneliness unbearable,
and that is the time ripe for
the mystic Queen of the Andes to reveal herself
from the clearing fogs, behind the thick and heavy veil of clouds.
She appears in a dress embellished with tens of thousands of
not overly extravagant or pompous but graceful flowers that
bloom centenary.
She is the tree, immaculate and with inviolable dignity,
she bears the blooms in the serenity of the high and deep mountain.
Today too, the saguaro cactus under scorching sun dreams
a dream of seeing the elegant Queen of the Andes someday,
even afar it, stands as ever.
Enveloped in the cloud, though Queen hides her image
she has left her sweet scent behind,
in the sweet scent she left, the thorn flower saguaro stands
willing to wait another one hundred years to see her again.
*Zero: The Equator
Rise up young man
speak your mind
let your voice be heard
let the world know
what's inside your head
Rise up young man
tell the world what you think
let your thoughts flow
let the world understand
what you are thinking
Rise up young man
don't just sit idly
don't just watch and see
the butchery, the indignity
suffered by humanity
Rise up and take action
take your pen and write
go to the streets and protest
protect your rights and belief
it is inviolable and sacred
End the yoke of tyranny
end the yoke of poverty
end the yoke of oppression
end the yoke of corruption
end the yoke that prevents you from living free
Iridescence and subliminal flow has condensed within your fragrant bower,
a scene of isolated beauty that portrays the essence of all splendour and redeeming
power.
You are repose and renewal to my longing soul
which in hunger for such a sight could have stayed unrequited still!
barren and with plighted role unto my desperate ill.
Now seen suffused in the radiant glow of you, like mirrors
are placed surrounding flowers inset in your resting place or in bunches,
frieze like and still, are coloured floral showers.
They experience no passing hour, in lilac clad repose, you gift this domain
with abundant russet locks a’ spray in a cascade of feral purity
shining vibrant gleams, diaphanous and serenity proclaimed.
You exude ephemeral and delicate majesty in coalescence
with this limpid mystic scene, pure spiritual visions profound combine
with siren-like illusion seen.
Desire calls as from traces etched on heavenly walls,
reflected pinions fan-like show through emerald hued illumination
in subtle sweeps below the surface of this inviolable creation.
© Joe Maverick 21-02-2011
Footnote: I have written this piece for the Reflections contest by Constance La
France. This is a fictional write and I ascribe none of the above attributes to the
scene or character names, these same attributes belonging solely to Yahwah, the
one God manifest as Father, Son and Holy Spirit.
Transposition
A human is afflicted
Constitutionally impaired
Stricken with a penchant
For humans inherently despaired
On the conscious level
Feels sensations of suffering
Gleans paramount endearment
For their dark proclivity
The human radiates benevolence
To the inviolable entity
Transmitting a vision
That life is worth living
Furnish with the knowledge
That existence must seek balance
Those who shine on others
The beams reach them too
Love begets love
Let us walk in their shoes
Sunshine Williams
Vishwamitra was enraged
how he been duped
by Deity King Indra
felt ashamed of
lost all the virtue
gained through years
after penance and asceticism
distanced from mother so child
got back to penance.
Menaka birthing queen melody
left newborn in the forest
Abandoned by parents
sage Kanva found
A baby girl
in dark lovely woods
surrounded in the solitude
wilderness by Sakuntas birds
therefore, she been named
Shakuntala
foster father
kind gentle
The Greatest Sage
wise illustrious ascetic
radiant Rishi Kanwa
shakuntala blessed by
fatherly love of sage Kanva
O father kanva
you are merciful
kind hearted
I bow to you
million times
banks of the Malini River
Shivalik hills of the Himalayas
Shakuntala's girlhood so blessed
roaming around
greenery of the hills,
accompanied closest friends
Anasuya and Priyamvada
Shakuntala grew up
salient alluring,
young woman,
radiated youth,elegance
clad in cotton robe
ornaments of roses
sweetest melodies voice
honey like sober
So gentle soft-spoken
birds and animals
woods drawn to her
surrounded by timid animals
often petting deer
bark-dress conceals
the splendid orbs
hermitage blooms like lotus
beauty and love
she Radiates with own brightness,
like an ornament
hidden in the duckweed
the lotus glows,
dusky scars
face of the moon
heighten radiance
thus Sakuntala's Beauty
only revealed Conceals
indeed,beauty lies in
concealing beauty
The monarch is young
handsome and brave
hunting lasted for days now
He was tired,
thirsty and hungry
stood with reverence
before the sacred grounds
Rishi Kanva’s hermitage
It was inviolable
Anybody here ?
echo came back
striking tentative heart
beautiful nymph came
simply attired
glowing with
innocence and charm
The king awe-struck
she queried politely
how could the Hermitage serve you?
O King ! I await your command
Royal king Dushyanta
soundly Atoned
singular beauty,
her sweet demeanor
O charming one
O amiable one
Who are you ?
faithfully
O beautiful one
Why are you in these woods ?
such beauty and virtues
Whence have you come ?
O charming one,
you touch my heart deeply
to be continued...................
Storms:
Swelling tears of indignation
Unleashed by tormented earth*
For
To extinguish the flames of hubris
That have humanity’s psyche
Engulfed!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
07 APRIL 2014
*Dear friends, as you see the poem was written on the 7th of April today- 15 April 2014- unfortunately, I found out that I am absolutely right to say what I say, for the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences ( PNAS), announced that " Researchers have found out that pollutants are strengthening storms ..." My poem is not just philosophical, it is the reality for our planet is a living organism with inviolable laws which we have to respect otherwise we have to face the consequences! THANK YOU ALL for caring!
Catch that love
When it glides gleefully like a rock dove
Doesn't it cover the desolate abyss
Or gives love to see our bliss?
It speaks, greatest of speakers
Words that beacon ingenuity to goal seekers
Healing wounds of gloom and torture
Conjuring messages that plant upright posture
From where is a song of poignancy to heart?
Lyrics the devotional river that wash dirt
The inviolable tones whispered in souls
From whose tear-jerking lines a memory strolls
Ain't it the tranquil shade to weary spirit?
Deep firm root, we relish gaily in it
Its fruits ripen against the cruel sun
And whose sweetness we enjoy with fun
'Tis the river whose waters douse for our thirst
With springs that fuse fissures to close bursts
To the parched land t'give abiding solution
And the souls' ride it flows to destination
Like a star, 'tis brightest in dark moment
In occluded dark burrow it lights for movement
Sequin-silvery light glistening hearts with hope
And by it darkened eyes see beyond scope