Best Irreversibly Poems
The tree of my ritual was old and tall,
though not a true giant;
the next one may be, but needn't.
It possessed consequence in its bough
and the places around it,
which may have been occupied
for one of any number of reasons.
It was a fine tree, and my ritual was,
I hoped, appropriately reverent.
Respectful, yet uneasily godless,
my incantations whispered
with the light and gravity of the shade.
Hopeful, yet sorrowfully faithless,
my supplications revolved patiently
and drifted irreversibly into the air,
seeped deep beyond the bark,
sank into the soil and the root.
Godless as I was, I would not pass up
a fancy of random thought;
if it was a fancy of still unknown truth,
it would need nurture,
dutifully I would nurture.
Only such a tree could be worthy
of such faithless supplication.
18th October 2018
4/18/2018
Wide melancholic Owl Eyed glass goddess
Almost hypnotic, guilt trips semi-honest.
Her pain is contagious, vocally pulling heart strings
All guilty pleas are aimless, only her tragic tone sings.
Transparency: easily broken reflection of an identical image
-20 degrees: only the Sol Paisano warms her up in minutes.
Slow dancing with a demon, daddy of destruction
Mr. American Dream, ‘90s magazines family seduction.
Vermillion brick house built to hide the lies inside
Plants perennials in her perfect garden to keep the fantasy alive.
Distanced away from poster book suburbia’s neighbors…
They can’t hear the screams or cries.
The Family Man, dressed in clothes picked by his wife
A foreign beauty, Mrs. Owl Eyes.
The rings on their fingers: unsymbolic tattoos on skin
Prohibiting her to strip it off: a greater loyalty to Him.
Over 25 years without happiness, still celebrate April 28th
‘Xoxo, Love’ on a Hallmark card with roses for good faith.
She was at the hospital bed, by his side
While her cancer stricken mother slowly died.
Her fragile mamà weak from suffering the wrath of man
Raised to accept constant body slams and open hands, never took a stand.
Doña Guillermina, are you watching your nena from above? Following your quicksand path of life without love?
Do you yell down at her or attempt to send a sign
Just to realize, like you, she’s irreversibly blind?
Slowly she’ll join you because she’s running out of time…
Just the awe of your charismatic sexual looks makes
the down part of me wanting to possess
and build a park beneath your fleshy covering.
My Junior’s ready to let your licks spoil nature’s tricks
and your play, be an impurity to such a serious intensity.
Even when my battery runs down, I’ll drain all the decency left in you
through the escapades of erotic mechanics and love making drills.
I want to pull your underwear and bring down those hidden strings;
I want to fly that suspicious top and raise the supports of your skirt
while your inviting bra becomes openly hopeless under my command.
I want to prickle your skin gradually from neck to your secret bifurcation
while my moving tongue with great incontinence
dances through your inside, rendering the formality
of your honourable body into serious jeopardy.
Your gradual lustful conformity to my passionate physical cravings
raises blood levels to a peak giants cannot handle.
The spread of your two legs, causes the springing of my third one,
nothing then can unglue me from the down side of you
and such a rare side you possess
speaks volume of the attractive value of sex teases.
Your dancing breasts, horizontally springing body
and sensual-sound making tender lips combined,
gives a private show in complete entrapment of magic and divinity.
Screams and unholy inter-plays, revolving in one cycle
centered by paradise’s gate of which its heavy locks are
broken by such a melting act.
Letting my small head be the executive chair
to your well spread bare buttocks
powered by a mood so classified and irreversibly hormonal
begins the event already at its midpoint,
causing the rainbow to be low-esteemed in colours and in pride.
Memory, oh sweet memory,
Lost in dizziness, but found.
Excite my brain to joyfulness.
Pain is sometimes lethal.
Memory loss is just one warning sign of this war.
Add to that: headaches, depression, oh, the mental pain.
Numbness, insomnia, heart palpations, and more, begin slowly.
From whence comes your sweet deception?
My bones ache and I cannot breath in life's memory.
Lost in my own fantasy with dizziness.
Imagining a chemical warfare against the masses.
Common folks like you and me but subjugated peons.
Mushy brains found among the young and innocent thin.
Excite my brain with your pondering, my muse.
To you, I owe this mysterious inkling.
A powerful infiltration, a plan concocted by the enemy.
Chemical warfare on the home front, disguised as pleasure.
Marketed among the unsuspecting –
Aspertine is thy name oh great deceiver
In the name of sweetness, mental acuity dies.
Freely given to the soldiers in Desert Storm, diet soda!
The Plan: Conquer a great nation from within.
Infiltrate every aspect of life in a well-laid plan.
Thus, food and drink may lead to a nation's folly.
Slowly slipping away our freedom to be US.
Quietly. Unobtrusively. Ingeniously. Irreversibly!
Joyfulness, visit me; remove this pain for it is great.
Chemical warfare kills.
Sometimes, we close our eyes.
But we must not.
Lest it becomes lethal to our free nation –
© March 17, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Et cetera Free Poetry
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
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the draw to you is untenable,
unformed yet perpetual,
tentatively checked, indirect,
corrected...
irreversibly defined.
and this distance is appreciable,
pining, yet unspeakable,
wandering dazed and crazed,
directed...
unrequited but aligned
squeezing the trigger
the impact of the force
throws the body backwards
The tally keeps rising
the knowledge keeps sinking
the soul is irreversibly sold
To the nation and defense
..of his beloved people.. hope
hope the images wont keep flashing
For a defender of the people needs peace
his people need peace and the defender
needs peace to be able to sleep... shalom
lewis nyaga
a dedication...
to all those who fight
in the battle front out of
conviction they are doing the
right thing... special forces peace day
KFS..
A young bud sprouts from its parent plant
and blossoms to a lovely rose before long
With time, its beauty fades and it dries up
and the leaves that are green turn to brown
A young sapling takes root and flourishes
Soon a mighty oak stands firm on the ground
With time, it decays to a dried up old tree
and the leaves that are green turn to brown
A baby bird sitting helplessly in its nest
grows into a majestic eagle strong
With time, its glory fades as it ages
and the leaves that are green turn to brown
A defenceless lion cub hidden in its lair
matures into the mightiest beast around
With time, he becomes a decrepit old male
and the leaves that are green turn to brown
A beautiful angelic darling baby girl
becomes a world beauty and wins the crown
With time, wrinkles and old age take their toll
and the leaves that are green turn to brown
Hello to a new life of hope and promise
Goodbye to a life that's now going down
Time marches on irreversibly
and the leaves that are green turn to brown
All life starts off fresh and beautiful, matures, decays and then passes away in an unavoidable cycle as Time marches on irreversibly.
Many intimates might collapse, we realize,
And direct us to strive solely in this place,
There's nearly a ray of hope in the eagle's eyes,
To shed the ode's tear without further grace.
We say he imparted when we survey his space,
Some are eager, friends return as we eulogize,
Angels beset him and herald his embrace,
Many intimates might collapse, we realize.
Adversity is forlorn, no matter how time flies,
A gone friend feels like a limb misplace,
Assigning a friend's loss bond ethical mates,
And direct us to strive solely in this place.
Our chums are silent, yet they've left men race,
They went one step down a path we will equalize,
Enjoying a friend may no more provide solace,
There's nearly a ray of hope in the eagle's eyes.
Sadness confines us with infinity-long ties,
Some folk enters our life forbear a long trace,
Of our feelings, causing irreversibly applies,
To shed the ode's tear without further grace.
We can't stop preferring a friend since he dies,
Notably, if he's worthier than anyone, you notice,
Splitting from living pals, anguish amplifies,
When relished life fully and truly, fate may glance.
Written: June 7, 2022
The Tragedy of Dementia
By Elton Camp
What was Lora has faded away
Slowly, inexorably, irreversibly
Competence, intelligence, caring
Lost in a morass of tangled neurons
Unperceived by her in the early stages
Though all-too-evident to her family
“They say I can’t drive anymore
I can, but they just won’t let me”
Parents she wants to pay a visit
Though dead for decades now
Frustrating confusion interspersed
With a day or so of relative clarity
More and more, growing uncertainty
“Now just who did you say you are?”
Adults claiming to be her children
It can’t be true, but they still insist
She stares at one, uncomprehending
“I have a daughter with that name”
To her husband of sixty years duration
“I don’t know you, we aren’t married”
Finally the end, unmercifully slow
Death enveloped Lora like a fog
I've come to say a few things about our political involvement,
Important is this because our future is on the edge of precipice,
And is dangerously tilting irreversibly towards enslavement,
If urgently not arrested we pay the unholy bitter Price.
How easily a people once astute and meticulous,
Got swerved towards the edge of political escarpment,
Punders sane mind, so absurd and so ridiculous,
Though it be inflicted by unnegotiated predicaments.
Then make I bold to interrogate and not to despair,
To investigate, scrutinize and not to speculate,
Prescribing solutions so simple and so straight,
Least I be misjudged and suspiciously at glared.
Despise not that which I say because of its simplicity,
For truths, real truths unadulterated are always simple,
And need not be subjected to unwarranted duplicity,
But be accepted by souls learned and simple.
Is this predicaments not caused by lack of participation?
Was it not caused by poor political permutations?
Are we not plagued by lack of proper political calculation?
When against action we choose unfounded speculations.
Have we not indulged so much in self aggrandizement?
Have we not taken the destructive path to political oblivion?
Have we not despised the Zikist ideology and movement,
When we choose "sit at home" in every election?
Refused we not to galvanize 20 million votes for our leaders?
Have we not disdainfully despised our leaders,
And make it practically impossible to organize us?
When we claimed that politics is not for us?
What else on the negotiation table do we bring,
Except the uncalculated threats of secession?
What if on the table 20 Million votes we bring?
That would grant all our interests protection.
Oh! What is he saying? Does it really matter?
All we want is our freedom from this contraption,
Their political system is bedeviled with corruption,
So we do not want to get involved in their matter.
In the final analysis it does not really matter,
What the political system is - whether it be perfect.
We do not need perfect political systems,
We need political participation that's perfect.
I say this one and I cease to say no more,
I Say not everything for want of time and space,
But that we participate even as we continue to ask for more,
As people of peace who for others set the pace.
It rained that day -
incessant, driving rain
that mirrored my watery brokenness.
Teeming tears, teeming rain, teeming torrents
of gnawing, agonizing pain.
It rained that day -
overpowering the inefficient
stressed out drain. A gurgling back-flow
of uncomfortable memories re-surging
in my mind again.....and again,
as the rained poured -
bitterness and streaming resentment
onto the saturated ground.
The only sound the beating downpour
on the tinkling window pane,
and I watch it falling.........
falling apart ....
like the shards of my heart;
blade shaped, and stabbing mercilessly
at once precious memories now irreversibly tarnished
as they gush, tumbling down that overburdened drain.......
swirling in the sewage, wasted, acrid smelling,
torrential.....then gone from sight -
like you, gone, held tight, but gone, with the rain
down the drain, never to be seen again .........
It rained that day -
the day you left me bereft and
devoid of emotion. Sore from emotional misuse.
Untrusting. Hatches battened. Defences built;
walls constructed never to be scaled.
It rained for a while,
but today the sun shone.
November descends delicately,
crisp, crimson-gold
landing languidly midway between
'Shall I compare thee to a summer's day'
and 'Now is the winter of our discontent' -
dead center between its nurturing tree
and the leaf pile bound for burning
Casually clad in T-shirt and shorts
on my makeshift cardboard sled
middle age's gravity conveys me irreversibly
down summer's green, grassy slope
towards the snow-shrouded vale -
I find myself halfway between
where I did not want to leave
and where I do not wish to visit
Midway between the eulogy
and the forlorn trumpet playing 'Taps'
it dawns on me that life is not entirely about the
sunshine on our backs nor the coming snowbank
but about searching for the sunrise
on the far side of
the next hill
1 November 2022
Bright light pervades the tomb.
Wrappings neatly folded, laid aside.
Perfect Son of Man resuscitates;
Adorned in power and majesty.
Darkness of death irreversibly erased.
Salvation in Christ’s sanctified being.
Lamb - head-to-heels immaculate.
Brilliance of dayspring greets groom.
Perfume of heaven saturates atmosphere;
The Rose of Sharon satisfies.
Lambent Messiah cast off sin.
His eyes bear no pain,
Nor shade onrushing sun.
Intensity of love and majesty;
Zealous to embrace His victory.
While my spirit is feeble for managing, my soul can.
Each birth and death occurred throughout one's lifespan.
Undoubtedly, pride and ego inspirations are useless.
I've isolated myself from the remainder of the universe.
They have irreversibly shattered our deep vulnerability.
Nothing is easily recognizable under modern tyranny.
They have consisted of distinct pieces of information.
Prioritize their philosophy above the dome of reputation.
The gap between rough and delicate is sole sharpness.
We're stranded in the great Earth's space, breathless.
The sky is proved pristine and pure, while Earth is a struggle
The Earth has not arisen as a result of the sky's sparkle.
Mists that are dull and drift float gently into the horizon.
Sneaking around for one mass of pride amidst wizen.
The act of pillorying is done to embrace the ignored.
I modestly provide advice to those that are rejected.
This description illustrates what I mean by extortion.
This is the foundation for my inexplicable suspicion.
Our choices have a solid relationship with the chance.
He was also injured by the tough probe enhance.
Written: July 31, 2021
Anything You Want - Must Be New Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
I tender my application,
To render their resignation,
All that submitted application,
Which was an indication,
They wanted my indignation,
And so, let me give them some education,
Stop this confusion !
Jaber won my affection,
Jaber promulgated my heart constitution
She’s the only medication,
Written on my prescription
Irreversibly for my condition
Nikech, jaber iber.
Let me shout to the mountains,
That fountains of your love,
Form the curtains of my heart,
My heart yearns for you,
My heart learns from you,
My life leans on you,
Jaber is my one in all,
If you all recall
And certainly, my one in a lifetime
Greatest of all times
Nikech, jaber iber.