Best Unanswerable Poems
Hospitals are designed
(a) to make you appreciate your bed at home
(b) to prompt many unanswerable questions
(c) to facilitate smooth patient care
(d) to never complain about your wife’s cooking again
Referrals to a psychiatrist are made when
(a) you become catatonic after having no sleep for a week
(b) after complaining about a noisy roommate you start convulsing with frustration
(c) you ask the nurse for a sleeping aid and she brings
warm milk
(d) You are all set for discharge but the Dr is delayed in surgery all day
Reflecting on a hospital stay makes you
(a) wonder how you survived the long nights
(b) vow never to eat chicken broth again
(c) appreciate there are no drafts behind when you get up for a walk
(d) note how quiet the house really is
Inexorable Want
How do I find
These sentences
Written as they are
In ephemeral ink
Indelible lines
Inscribed in my being
Spectral yearnings
It crashes me
To rocks
In unanswerable waves
Swimming tidal
To the inexorable
Yet
The implacable distance
Confounds me
Longing vent me no more
In twists and turns
And unmade beds
Where crumpled kisses
Dream on hot soaked cushions
Leave me not
To the ever restless
Fumblings
Quiet unheard of whisperings
Of her name
How do I find
The collective alphabetic
Of love unknown
Yet
Divulged by these
The screeching banshees
Of petal falling
Corpuscle red
They flow through my blood
Unbidden
Unwarranted
Unwanted
And so desperate
How do they find me
On such a precarious brink
With the voltage
And permission of electricity
Rapine in all my singularity
Hurricane she batters at me
For all my will to resist
I am
Weak
I cannot
Help me please
Lest I drown dark
Brooding in forever’s need
She is my quiet
And ever sun set calmed
Sea
And I
I am a tempest
Left to bellow and blow
Inside an hour glass
In the confines of my soul
Help me please
Save me from this void ripping
As she shreds every day
Every hour
With my unrequited returning
To her arms
Save me
For I have found
My life
My soul companion
So far from me
On some so strange a horizon
That the distance
Between us
Could prove to be
My
Undoing
Not long ago our destinies aligned
and of all the people it had to be you
your fragrance in the wind is left behind
as you walked by as i held the door for you
we wined and dined and hoped to outshine
the glittering stars of the night
you came at me in the midnight and held my hand
with no constrains you took me away
hand in hand amongst the sleepless souls
Side by side through the half empty streets of mainz
our brilliance playful act of love felt so alive
Sitting down spacing out to thoughts and memories of you
uncertainty overshadows every dream of you
piggyback rides and lingering goodbyes
of the same mind tonight i hope we could be two
mesmerised by the sparks between our eyes
passionately yielding to this sensation you and i shared
with fastened lips and no words to spare
the essence of love was in the air in a surreal like dream
time stood still for you and me
Sitting down spacing out to thoughts and memories of you
uncertainty overshadows every dream of you
an unseen dramatic contraction
of what seemed to be a lasting attraction
Unanswerable questions are left in wander
Unquestionable answers are left to ponder
Words of love and poesy used to quickened you
bittersweet traces is all that I now leave you
Silence is all that remained that only a wonder can break
To enlighten your heart and brighten your smile like a summers day is my aim
She said we don’t sit together in the car anymore
Remember when we first met and how we grooved
I said too bad but I’m still here behind the wheel
So can you answer this, guess who moved?
I was watching the game with a bowl of ice cream
She looked at me asking are you going to eat all that
I said no, I’m leaving it melt to put it in my tire
I thought it would work better than fix-a-flat
She said my word you are much too overweight
How are you going to get rid of all that fat
I said I’m not. You used to say you wanted
To see more of me. Now you can do just that.
Are you going to shovel the sidewalk
It’s getting deep out there you know
I said no, I’m letting the sidewalk be
I’m just going to shovel the snow
A deer ran out in front of us and she screamed
If you hit it how much do you think you’d have to pay
I said oh, he would have lost in court, dear
I had the right of way
She heard the bag crumbling
And yelled you are eating again I bet
I said No I’m not eating again
I’ll have you know I’m eating yet
In the event that I forget
what this poem is about
I refer you now to the birds
outside my window.
They are silent – it is a sound-proof window,
but I want to speak of windows more.
I should have titled this poem ‘Window’
but then the silence and the birds got my attention.
What is a poem - rhetorical unanswerable question,
yet perhaps they are a silent window,
the words being birds only the eyes
and the heart can hear. Well they could be.
Before he died in the Hospice
my father would gaze out of the same window
everyday.
On the other side of that silent window
horses grazed in a paddock – nothing special.
We both would sit facing that expanse of glass,
I wondering what to say next,
He nodding and smiling at the horses,
the green cropped grass - the occasional birds.
Not a sound did they all make
but father was listening and seeing
what only those close to the center
of silence can see.
I believe the words end here.
In the event of my losing my place
In the ensuing quietus
please look away.
The Great Beauty
by Odin Roark
How short lived
This laughter made for releasing
Buried in the tragedian
Locked in the universal clown costume
We
You and me
We might watch Fellini’s balloons part
But the message of La Dolce Vita
Has faded into paparazzi history
Or perhaps
Never was
But
Taking up the Master’s baton
Paolo Sorrentino runs like a gazelle
His Great Beauty
Revisiting the question
A man lent to us
Provides a moment
Where one’s man for the ages
For our lifetime
A sufferer for both woman and man
Torn between the paternal instinct
And imagined freedom…
Becomes alone
Yet all-embracing
Such a price
We might say
Italy’s microcosmic decline
Man’s countenance on trial
His worth awaiting
A Christie's auction
Everything with its levy
Yet
What price the good life?
The good life seldom realized?
The kind lived
Then rebuked in
The Great Beauty?
Oh to seek
The unanswerable
Not the self-cocooning
Of “I know”
And the peace of inner-nothingness
Sublime’s secret
Like Sorrentino’s protagonist
We all live in bubbles
The question is about choice
Your bubble
Or
Mine?
24 years between 22 yards,
Records being made like palace of cards,
He is one who breathes cricket,
A player,whom no opponent can hate.
He plays cricket only,thinks everyone...
But playing with nos. Is his real fun..
His achievements are his identity,
He's a true legend in reality.
663 Matches,34357 runs,100 tons,154 fifties,200 wickets are enough to call him sir,
He's no other than SACHIN TENDULKAR..
Records are so,that can be written an encyclopedia,
Most times news,was he for media.
Head is at seventh sky,still feet at ground,
Kept every responsibility brilliantly,it is found.
Our Indian soil was blessed on 24 april 1973, when he born.
That day was for Indian cricket, a new dawn.
Family supportive,start training at 11,
His focus being perfect,that's why he has today heaven..
On 15 nov 1989, he came whirling his bat,
At 16,before pakistan,he was like before lion,a rat.
May start was bad,but determination was atmost,
Passing all hurdles,he reached the coast.
Then fours and six and runs and records.
Oh my goodness! Everyone has to laud..
Time was departing,so were players,
But immotile as hill,he was there,
WHat he cannot do was unanswerable,
His story in future become fable.
Those watching him play at childhood,share field with him,
But wrinkles in his performance was never seen..
Equalling Billgates' income he won hearts.
He was the whole piece,but then also considered himself a part..
Father's wish was to be a good human,
Now every father want such son.
Every thing achieved,giving father tribute asked-" Have i made it large?"
May height so small but deed so enlarge..
But every good thing comes to an end,
And so does when our legend descends.
With brim on head,tricolour in hand.
Touches the pitch,saying I did my job, my sand...
Make everyone happy when he bats,
Now tears in every eyes, but everyone pats..
The god of cricket,jesrsy no. 10......
This passion,determination,stamina,spirit & much more we'll see when???
In india,"Its Impossible" is replaced by "Its sachin"
Your Father must be proudly saying-"my son,u win"
The ladder he climbed,no one can reached,
Bye-Bye Sachin,How to be perfect,to us, You only teach!!!!!
On a bitter cold snowy, snowy day
She entered the world her own way
My sweet courageous daughter 'Shelly
Beautiful blue eyes and a Fire in her belly
Bubble gum stuck in her curly blonde hair
With a heart full of compassion to share
Always up for a double dare
Full of life"s hardest unanswerable questions
These are some of my heartfelt recollections
A child so full of incessant meandering chatter
There were days I felt like the Mad Hatter
But then she'd flash an impish grin
Propelling my perplexed heart to pitter patter
She never grasped what was the matter
For 'Shelly was steeped in innocent love to flatter
A cherished memory she loved to pursue
To climb aboard her rocking horse and yell "Yahoo"
There wasn't much that little girl thought was taboo
When I think of her now, I say, " Good for You!"
She's charming, alarming and so full of wit
As I've come to realize, my Darling Daughter has Grit
Of course, I was much older then, I'm younger then that now
But I hope you don't mind from time to time
If I access from the corner of my little girl files
of dance recitals, volleyball MIP's, and soccer uniforms
An absolutely fearless solo jet ski mile with your signature smile
Your first pearl necklace, grown up dress and shared color forms
If I could imprint these weaved words into a locket
For you to keep it in your pocket and read during life storms
My message would be I'm with you as your life transforms
Although sometimes we dance to different drummers
What wonderful memories we have of shared summers
Your brave and bright, a novel delight, I don't always get it right
I pray nothing more for you then you reach YOUR height
whatever that may be
and that your journey is filled with inspiring insight
as your dreams take flight
Because I am your mother and I Love you with all my might
As I reminisce the day of your Birth
I am proud of the value you brought to this earth
You have loved and lost and felt remorse
And still you climbed back on your rocking horse
My, what courage that implies as you dried your eyes
But then ...Silly me....Your a force, of course!
and I LOVE you and your re SOURCE fulness
~Happy Birthday Michelle~
What will you do?, they ask
What is your plan?, they insist
Who will you be?, they demand
I stare at them from behind myself
My eyes opaque with indifference
My lips still but my mind frantic
Already struggling to perceive the
present, forced to confront the future
I DO NOT KNOW! The truth cries inside
Panicking now I simply tell them
What I know they like to hear
I give them answers to
unanswerable questions
24 years between 22 yards,
Records being made like palace of cards,
He is one who breathes cricket,
A player, whom no opponent can hate.
He plays cricket only, thinks everyone...
But playing with nos. Is his real fun..
His achievements are his identity,
He's a true legend in reality.
663 Matches,34357 runs,100 tons,154 fifties,200 wickets are enough to call him sir,
He's no other than SACHIN TENDULKAR..
Records are so, that can be written an encyclopedia,
Most times news, was he for media.
Head is at seventh sky, still feet at ground,
Kept every responsibility brilliantly, it is found.
Our Indian soil was blessed on 24 april 1973, when he born.
That day was for Indian cricket, a new dawn.
Family supportive, start training at 11,
His focus being perfect, that's why he has today heaven..
On 15 nov 1989, he came whirling his bat,
At 16, before pakistan, he was like before lion, a rat.
May start was bad, but determination was atmost,
Passing all hurdles, he reached the coast.
Then fours and six and runs and records.
Oh my goodness! Everyone has to laud..
Time was departing, so were players,
But immotile as hill, he was there,
What he cannot do was unanswerable,
His story in future become fable.
Those watching him play at childhood, share field with him,
But wrinkles in his performance was never seen..
Equalling Billgates' income he won hearts.
He was the whole piece, but then also considered himself a part..
Father's wish was to be a good human,
Now every father want such son.
Every thing achieved, giving father tribute asked-' Have i made it large? '
May height so small but deed so enlarge..
But every good thing comes to an end,
And so does when our legend descends.
With brim on head, tricolour in hand.
Touches the pitch, saying I did my job, my sand...
Make everyone happy when he bats,
Now tears in every eyes, but everyone pats..
The god of cricket, jesrsy no.10......
This passion, determination, stamina, spirit & much more we'll see when? ? ?
In India, 'Its Impossible' is replaced by 'Its sachin'
Your Father must be proudly saying-'my son, u win'
The ladder he climbed, no one can reached,
Bye-Bye Sachin, How to be perfect, to us, You only teach! ! ! ! !
my life isn't over as far as i know
there's no enemy chasing me
or disease that have shown
as far as i know i have another fifty years
to march through life and many more tears
i have a wisdom that comes with time
i have a learning that taught me to rhyme
one of the tricks i play with words
a game i play with other boys and girls
i play with emotion when it's my turn
sometimes i play fairly or so i have learned
it's time to pass on what i have been given
help the younger understand their living
for some there is worship a type of praise
and others a picture in which they gaze
periods of life or particular days
some described clearly others in a haze
love our chosen vanity filled many a page
never ending are our stories
but there are only two plays
i the same actor played a few leading parts
modern, Shakespearean, and musical art
comedies and tragedies are the stuff of life
yet only once was i given
that thing i called a wife
but deep runs the river that flows through time
heading for an ocean where it is no more
when it's time to go through it
we don't knock at the door
the game is over, time to tally the score
with words our written testimonies
telling the deeds of souls and hearts
some with solemnity and some with art
asking unanswerable questions
seeking something in the dark
giving unacceptable explanations
for that which was torn apart
we love god, we love each other
but we mostly love ourselves
our hurt that we share with others
our pen at paper yells
our preaching and our pleading
pretending to be spells
repeated down through history
after every love there is a hell
whether warning, prophecy or story
we cannot help but tell
those wondrous things that befell us
while in heaven before we fell
our writing is not for fame or fortune
we don't care if it sells
but it's our turn at ringing
the same old emotional bell
(Dedicated to the memory of Linda-Marie the Sweet heart. )
I've been taught my whole life that God is good,
and that he loves me.
If that's true, why don't I feel loved?
Which God should I pray to? There are so many to choose from.
Why is that?
Man is so desirous of obtaining unconditional love
that He's worshiped, and then abandoned, a myriad of Gods.
And constantly creates new religions,
while designating all prior beliefs as heresy;
and exiling the old Gods to the realms of myth and fantasy.
What is God, if not Man's escape from reality?
It doesn't matter what name we assign to a Deity.
Mythology and history are rife with Gods,
which time has reduced to superstition.
What of Anu, Quetzalcoatl, Hathor, Amun-Ra, Zeus, Apollo, and Ares,
a list that goes on and on; each one a God, in their time!
Their believers, as devout as any today,
died and killed in the name of those Gods, and so many more.
The Judeo-Christian faiths vested in Western culture are not alone!
They only account for 31% of Earth's 7.3 billion people.
What about the other 69%? Are they all heretics, doomed to Hell?
Gods exist in the human psyche to answer such questions as
who am I, where did I come from, where will I go, and what do I seek?
I don't doubt the innate desire for a physiological God
that can answer all of our unanswerable questions.
But an all-knowing, eternal, omnipresent, spiritual Being:
to me does not exist.
I understand that my beliefs may well differ from yours.
But I believe blind faith is blind for a reason.
People come inside me to worship their lord
With different kinds of request from their lord
For what they asked is unanswerable
Because they are asking for the downfall of his truthful
Fellow, they come inside me to worship the
Lord, for their mind and soul is not in me
They asked something from him, but he won't answer
They blamed him for not answering
Some are callous to the extent that they even stole in me
People come inside me to ask for forgiveness of their sin
And said to their lord " I won't do it again"
Immediately they left, they started escalating their sin
For their sin would block their prayers
Their prayer can't be answered
I can see through their minds and eyes the catastrophe on their ways
For I am close to God, I can see through their hearts
For I often exchange words with him, I know why their prayers were not answered
But the lord did not give me the ability to speak
It has become a pain in my mind, for not being able to speak.
30/5/2015.
Mr. Fear
Hello, my old "friend," Mr. Fear,
I see you’ve brought your butterflies;
You have stiffened the stomach
And tightened taut the eyes.
What will I find in the reaches of my mind,
Some mystery mean of the unanswerable kind?
The goodness of God is very near.
A prayerful petition will securely you bind.
"The Unanswerable"
by: Eric L. Boddie
Excuse me, but do you have the time
How can I verify the truth of your mind
Where did it all begin
How long does it take to become a friend
Why do I have no control of my dreams
Why do some act like only they can blow off steam
How long is pain there before we understand it hurts
How many tests does it take before we realize it works
What level must emotion reach before the first tear drops
Who among us has the knowledge of when Love starts and when it stops
How much opinion was in the very first fact
If you were really me, just how different could you truly act
Which is stronger, a day or a week
If we are all human, can any really be unique
How much of a push is considered to be a shove
And how much fool does it take to blind one from Love
Just food for thought.....