Best Irresistible Force Poems
Around the corner and half a block away, the flavor would grab me, tie me up to some irresistible force, then drag my nose to the source of its home. The aroma that wafted in the air and up my whiffer was sweet and warm - rich with orchards of deliciousness and cascading with the buttery peachy-ness of what was to come. It knocked all other thoughts out of my realm and led me down a path of complete submission - surrendering like the energy of cold water on a hot skillet. With each step bringing me closer, my musing would swirl with the anticipation of that first ultra-luscious, gratifying juicy bite - the one that ever so longingly and lovingly would delightfully roll around on every palate of my watering mouth and lingering tongue only to succumb to gulping down the first chunk.
From the flour and water and salt
Her timeworn hands kneaded magic
A mystical mixture of love and fruit to concoct-
A pinch of this and that, nothing formally systematic.
This masterpiece was an untold legend that "rocked"
The socks off anyone and even rival the "Titanic"!
Her ritual was simple and deep rooted
As uncomplicated as a baby's grin.
"Easy as Pie" she mooted
And laughed while she hummed all the while.
Layering the rich sheets of goodness in a pan
From pie dough to peaches to butter and sugar
There was nothing in this world so simple or better than
My Aunt Grace's Peach Cobbler!
born under the sea, an irresistible force
two bodies reluctantly embrace, shunting, shifting, tectonic drifting
alongside the southern Iapetus Ocean
equatorial deep-time child of Laurentia and Avalonia
journey northward, surfacing, submerging
surfing the waves again, a colder Hibernian dalliance
precariously perched on Eurasian plate
old bedrock confused, youthful erosion above the ancient order
darkness entombed around channelled winter light
early New Grange civilisation, the Boyne valley before the blood
river mouth vikings, raiding, assimilating
birth of the coming capital, eastern stronghold, Baile Atha Cliath
chain-mail Norman conquerors castle-building
appointing pious supplicants with sword, cloth, crook and cross
wholly unholy alliances unravel
rival hierarchies sharing ill-gotten earthly reward from overseas
saintliness, brutality, men and women
expanding Christendom, pagan kingdoms adjusting to defeat
Patrick, Brigid, Columba, Columbanus
Irish civilising roman catholic conduits, Dalriata to Lindisfarne
outreaching, a strand of Irish character
yet to encounter future revisionary metaphysical thought
protestant rebellion, mainland overspill
praying elites competing, preying on the island's god-fearing people
avian watchers on Skellig pinnacles
warm ocean currents well-up, catching the southwestern gale
enduring the ill-will of nature and man
supplanting, subjugating, saving souls, the power of might and fear
treachery within or well beyond the pale
fair and dark hair, ginger genetics existing on the edge of life
tossed thin people hanging on, many leaving
scraping blighted ground, returning to the sea, promise of the unknown
MIRIAM’S MOTHER
She was a beautiful woman
the color of coffee enlightened
by cream
Her multicultural mask gathered all
the credentials, all the climbing essentials
increasingly required for successful
ascent through the rugged topography
of the American Dream
For seventeen years
her purposeful stride, androgynous
demeanor, her ambiguous ambition and
intellectual poise sliced through our lives
with irresistible force, not as a knife or a
broad-axe or hatchet, but like a powerful
wind, its invisible motion clearly revealed
by the changing condition of objects
nearby! And then she was gone!
One day she returned, caressing a child,
as if a serious dancer emerging from sand
dunes perpetually shifting in some far
distant desert where culture and custom are
somehow defined by searing white light
from the immaculate brightness of an
indifferent star
“This is Miriam!” she said, as a rising
warm breeze discreetly maneuvered the
metamorphosing sands of the oasis
we shared
“And I am that I am!” she said with her love,
eternal, omnipresent, like the infinitive form
of the verb “to be” that forbids conjugation
in describing the essence of a transcendent
deity in some ritual proceeding
While continuing to speak, she never
stopped swaying, and without premeditation
she transformed herself into an external womb
so that she and the baby were increasingly fluid,
a curiously contained configuration of water
rhythmically lapping an invisible shore,
the baby asleep in the liquid milieu,
helpless and safe as if she had
never been born
Emanuel Carter
Another day, another diet
Another party, another 'Try-it!'
Immoveable object, irresistible force
Something's got to give
O! to 'try-it!'... But abandon my diet...
~ I just can't decide how to live
Infinity has no ending,
It is boundless and unbending.
No power can delay the course,
Of the irresistible force.
And "nothing" is its counterpart,
There is no beating in its heart.
Yet it deserves the same respect,
It's the immovable object.
Each one of these is absolute,
A concept science might dispute,
But if you view it logically,
Perhaps you might agree with me.
For "nothing" is clearly defined,
And it is perfectly designed,
It is the absence of all things,
No space, no God, no angel's wings.
And gravity would not exist,
Though Stephen Hawking might resist.
No scientific articles,
On subatomic particles.
And space and time could never be,
No empty void for gravity.
Each theory science has defined,
Was conceived by a human mind.
Imagination fueled their spark,
That life came bursting from the dark,
But even darkness can be framed,
Identified, and duly named.
But "nothing" is absent of this,
It's not some stygian abyss,
No defined "thing" will you detect,
In the immovable object.
Ideas have another source,
That's the irresistible force.
Within, ALL "things" can be defined,
Imagined by the human mind.
Infinity won't be contained,
Its nature cannot be constrained.
There is no "nothing" at its end,
No other force can make it bend.
And if perception dwells in you,
Could it not then as well be true,
That perception might also be,
An aspect of infinity?
Imagination can be framed,
And perception properly named.
Which means such concepts must exist,
So consciousness can't be dismissed.
Are such ideas so far fetched?
Has logic been overly stretched?
Must thought be an organic trait?
Or is it an infinite state?
Was the irresistible force
Conceived by an opposing source?
Could it have come, as some expect,
From the immovable object?
Such opposites could never meet,
This is an impossible feat.
If one exists, the other can't,
Despite the seeds some theories plant.
Reality is what's perceived,
Our minds accept what is believed.
But more exists beyond the veil,
Infinite seas on which to sail.
And I will sail these seas with you,
Where every port of call is new,
No power can delay the course
Of the irresistible force.
A swarming mass proceeds
Collective in hognail energy
Behind the fog of windshields and sound
History circles around the growth pattern
In this stage called life
Fate and choice mingle
The rhinoceros and the unicorn
Irresistible force of casino games played
The mass narrative of change holds sway
Yet crawling underneath
A spiritual force at my feet
Cast aside, though never drowning
From another moon, another dream
Dawn picks up the air of the day
Signals reside through flapping wings
We will meet ourselves again
On a cold afternoon day
Complete yet still surging from dreams
Reeling towards the sun
I
Incorruptible truths endure
when the beginning of the end has begun -
blessed is he who rejoices in his fate
and damned is the fool by his own will undone.
But do not despair my life revoked,
free is the soul whose shackles are broke.
II
I feared life more than dying,
more than God and more than mortal sin.
Alas now I wait for the bell to sound
and hearken a lone piper’s pibroch in the wind.
For one last defiant gesture I crave
before I am dressed a corpse in my grave.
III
Remember me a simple man
whose life and fate was long ago sealed -
freed from the howls and the battle
like some fallen soldier on some forgotten field.
But that long road to my death knell
leads to heaven through the gates of hell.
IV
Now the quietus I welcome
for I cannot lose that which I never found,
and as I in my pit unhonoured lay
all ego and puffery does perish underground.
Death is a dark and irresistible force
and I no immovable object on its course.
V
Will Christ be my redeemer
when all that survives is animus and fear?
In final revelation and affirmation
might the Kingdom of Heaven be waiting there?
Or will old incarnation flesh and bone
forever die a lost soul ‘neath a headstone?
VI
So drink! Drink and be merry
O’ friend and brother and sister when I pass,
but in my grave bury me face down
and cheeks up and let this world kiss my ar-se!
This I do with a contemptuous scoff -
now bend over…pucker up…and kiss off!
Written: October 1992
“We live, we die, and the wheels
on the bus go round and round”
Knucklehead
~~~~~~~~~~
He won't take the meds, and knows that he'll die
If he misses those pills at the wrong time
Child of an irresistible force stubborn to a fault
Grew up to be the immovable object
Phenomenal IQ they say, yet he's perplexed
By the simplest things, distracted by stuff that’s shiny
And loves his cookies to a fault
Very caring and sharing, his last dollar to you he’ll give
Not giving it a second thought
Having survived falling from the top so many times
But he somehow manages to rise, again and again
She was right when she called him a knucklehead.
What is society? Dictionary.com doesn't say so, but it is, some say, an irresistible force that causes insensitivity, greed, or downright oblivion.
Sir, why did you ignore the starving man in front of your house this morning?
I was in a hurry to get to work. Society frowns on those who shirk.
Ma’am, why did you tell lies and sabotage your co-worker, who needed—and deserved—that promotion more than you did?
It’s a dog-eat-dog world out there. I guess I’m just a product of my society!
Hon, would you put away your earphones and ipod and talk to Granny?
No response—She doesn’t know you’re there! Society keeps throwing all these gadgets at us!
September 26, 2016
HORSE GALLOPING
A lone horse galloping vibrant on open wide meadow
striking wild thorny bushes, feral grasses
with hard tilted hooves.
It is a saddle horse without any rider.
Glossy skin was shining under dazzling Sun in sizzling noon.
Silky curly brownish mane dancing in hot breeze.
Has it abandoned its rider or in search of its owner?
Driven by irresistible force of inner inertia.
Scorching blazing Sun is ahead, not a pleasant venture.
Bathed in tremendous heat
Yet not losing its proud arrogant posture.
Why is the aristocrat dynamic runner so restless careless?
Yet may not be aimless.
Some ethereal dream mesmerizing the noble animal
to reach Paradise, its goal.
03/31/20
Fourth Place
'Some Paradise Where Horses Go' Contest by Michelle Faulkner
Move on with your life
This guy has changed from an
Irresistible force
To an immovable object
My girl.Move on with your life
Mind and soul of heartfelt joy disperses into words
Healing longtime wounds of old, releasing them like birds!
Every word I absorb from verses are seen throughout the skies
They flutter across the sunlit haze and caress my moistened eyes
I feel you soaring in utter bliss beyond all wildest dreams
Stirring up the poetry soup—brewing and cooking all sorts of things!
For all the wounds and burns are but tales of ancient times
Painful drawings carved on walls adorned with dismal rhymes
Many look upon our shameful thoughts like dark, menacing towers
But never again must we try to forget what is imminently ours
So cherish every word and phrase that barrels out of whim
Each irresistible force of grandeur pulling you to her and him
No matter the age, no matter the time, no matter the silly thought
Everything mattering, everything scattering and surely never forgot
A scrupulous scatter indeed we are forevermore to gird
In truth we are but birds of words and nothing less absurd
A powerful, menacing force of pain strengthens our souls to earth
And happiness distributes more to gain as we wallow in the mirth
Gushing out our streams of souls they lighten the vagaries
They spew out bright and succulent source, like fresh-born seraph berries
No matter the soul and color we will always be a mass
And for all the shades I fathom, they shall plummet very fast
Into a world of my devotion and a world of great emotion!
It was never mine to meddle, this iridescent, magnificent potion
Brewed by the miraculous splendor of verses oh so tender
Cooking forever in soups so luscious, no mind can help to render
Oh joy and heartfelt glory, you are never truly mine!
For every other bird out there is but a flying swine!
Provided not by anything, sheer luck has come to release
An everything, a purest matter...an art, a masterpiece
A soft knock, and by the door she stood.
She’d come, as I hoped she would
A hesitant “Hello”
Followed by “Shall I go?”
“No. Please stay.
Don’t go away.”
A welcome hug
Tender, with great feeling
Sending messages with its contact
As through our bodies, emotions react
Hands lightly held, guiding to a seat
Where minds could meet as we talked
And touched
Finally an embrace
Tender, unsure
Hoping for more
And then a kiss
Unleashing passion’s bliss.
A dream, of floating in the sky
Not asking why
Driven by irresistible force
As Nature followed its romantic course
Too soon the time to part
For Fate had a different chart.
Occasionally we meet
And as we greet, our eyes
Fire with a flame of subdued desire
Sometimes hands would touch
And through bodies
Thoughts rush
To that special day
Where there was a soft knock
And romance came our way
This crush
Something about him is intriguingly attractive
Is it his gorgeous face or his hard physique that gives me such a rush?
No.
It is what I do not see.
This irresistible force comes from the mystery that surrounds him.
Not from the words he speaks, but from his smile to his humbleness to...
His Stare.
To me, his stare says what he may be afraid to say.
His stare is clear, but confuses me in so many ways.
Maybe it’s a type of connection he is trying to make or maybe it is his protection.
Once, I would desire to see what he sees and know what he thinks when he stares at me.
I wonder if he sees a girl or a woman
A quiet person or a screaming soul
Just another or a future lover undercover
He stares as if there is something he does not understand
He stares as if he wants to figure me out, but is scared.
If only he knew what I see when I look at him...
I see a determined, motivated, and hard-working soul.
Someone that cares.
Someone who is physically and mentally strong...
However, someone who does not see what people see when they look at him.
I wish I had the nerve and the courage to take a chance on this feeling.
I would love to know what goes on in that head of his.
I would love to show him what he does not see when he stares at me.
I would love to be a part of his world.
But reality sets in...
And all I have is his stare.
immovable object
irresistible force
inevitable showdown
~ all in due course