Best Unchangeable Poems
New never is...
(Charles Wood)
We are but voyeurs,
peering through the iris
of the painter’s eye’s recording
details of a scene
not meant for sharing,
when wealth and power
are kith and kin
of the common man,
and rank hath neither
meaning nor memory
or power over
the passions,
the needs of youth,
the sway of love,
the slip of flesh on flesh,
the scent of earth,
the consequence.
Do you not feel the crackle of
fear and violence,
smell as I do
shame and desperation,
comprehend the role of
each of the players
by the masks they wear?
Imagine if you will
the hours sure to follow:
the actions dictated by convention;
the disregarded pleas;
the assignment of blame;
the mean whispers;
the banishment;
the unchangeable fortunes.
If only it were true
that love will triumph
instead of being mere
frayed threads of duty.
At last the artist looks away
from the unfortunate scene,
quelling memories
far too close for comfort.
For Isaiah Zerbst’s contest.
Categories:
unchangeable, love,
Form:
Free verse
The situation in my country is terrifying
I wish I can do something gratifying,
Selfishness and corruption by leaders are annoying,
No job,no food ,no water,in a land flourishing
with resources and its occupants are crying,
Mortality rate increases for many are lacking,
Diseases,malnutrition and social vices are thriving,
due to negligence,misappropriation and lack of funding,
From generation to generation this parasite is spreading,
And the vectors and co-vectors foster by multiplying,
I`m bold,educated and ready to die,not compromising,
but I have to join their party to be leading,
Join their party!be like them!what am I thinking?
I can`t sell my conscience because of governing,
If I`m an officer,I would have risen to do general cleaning,
but that era has gone,military government is damaging,
while this cosmetic democracy is more disturbing,
Divine intervention is sought and I`m waiting;waiting!
by soaking my bed with tears daily,weeping!,
Lame and paralyzed I watch the little ones,suffering,
while a few biggies misuse and waste the wealth by deceiving,
Hmm!hmm!I can`t take this anymore!,it is killing.
Categories:
unchangeable, life, people,
Form:
Monorhyme
My shelter from the storm
My Fountain in the wilderness
My Refuge and my Rock
High King of love, God of all grace
You have become my hiding place
My ever faithful God
A Lover to the loveless
Defender of the weak
The Healer of all brokenness
Restorer of my dreams
High King of love, God of all grace
My Comfort and my Peace
My Substitute, my Sacrifice
My perfect, spotless Lamb
You have become all in all
My risen Lord, my Gift of life
My Saviour and my Friend
High King of love, God of all grace
Perfect in power, and strong to save
You're my God, my Glory
You have become my righteousness
A humble Father to the motherless
A kind Father to the fatherless
You're my saviour, unchangeable Father.
Categories:
unchangeable, adventure, america, angel,
Form:
Name
Tragedy is never a sentiment for Time
For it is a phenomenon she merely sees
She pours forth abundance for all that behold her
Even for those of us that scold her
And for naught she was cursed from the beginning
There she is—interminable Time at the fullest!
And we all envy her ever-ringing constancy
She rules over our hearts
Keeping stress in our spirits
Not once does she feel sorry for us
Nor is she indifferent of our failures
She begs not for gratefulness
And accepts who she is with joy!
How ample we would be if we
Like she—were free of trepidation
If only we be like her waters—clear and visible from top to bottom
Filled with untainted approval
What fools we must seem to such a pure jewel as Time
But ah, she is both heartless and kind
And though we hate her peculiar aura
Oh how hard it is do tear her from our minds!
How stressfully beautiful Time is!
Like a wink of venerated bliss
She smiles and smiles
And our ironical faces feel like grime
Still she laughs in mirth
While the world becomes a ball of putrid hatred
Wanting more and more of her
And positively hating her
We that cannot see her began to hate
For we are as visible and low as can be
And we acknowledge her merely to insult her
Though she takes no pang to the chest
For the only gifts we give in return for herself are pangs
That she simply returns to each sender
Hidden is our pride
But ever placed
Ever unhidden
Is our inscrutable mortality
And this humiliation of our unchangeable fates
Makes us want to humiliate the more fortunate
Thus we regard her only as a concept
As a fraction of a belief—a bellowing ideal
For of course Time cannot in our honey-glazed eyes
Think, eat, drink or feel
We use her—yes! Even abuse her
Not once will she complain
For her gift is everlastingness
Categories:
unchangeable, abuse, allegory, analogy, angst,
Form:
Free verse
Contrary to popular myth, Einstein did NOT reject the existence of Time, but he did reject the differences of its elements, stating that "the distinction between past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion" ...
TIME ...
Is a phantom with many faces
It drifts, a blotchy mist from our early years
The cognizance of self-awareness like a patchwork quilt
Most memorable moments shining like warm sunlight
Mundane and everyday, a foggy swirl, as we slowly become ... ourselves
Memories splicing together like a movie in our mind ...
We learn and experience, as the images from memory clarify
All flowing like a rill to who and what and where we are
It is an invisible, ghostly yardstick
Chopped up into segments that we build actuality around
An ethereal inchworm, crawling at the pace we allow it
We watch it, breathless, wondering what branch it will take
What it will make or show of the now or then or later
It is beastly wraith that controls and objectifies all we do
We are powerless before it, yet we worship it with our every heartbeat
It is a monster in the dark
A horrid creature under the bed, waiting to grab our ankles
And pull us into the bleak, oily black of oblivion
It dances in the dark of night
Wearing the skin of our hopes, and the mask of our dreams
Laughing at promise like a mad moon laughs at the tides
It is a demon, immutable and brazen
The unchangeable mirror of our mistakes and pains and decisions
Thumbing its nose at our cold conscience
And yet, it is an angel, too
That carries on its wings the brightest of thoughts
The joys and loves and friendships that sustain us
Bright sparkles on the wave tops of what was, treasured and golden
And though we strain with all our might and marrow
We can never touch those many faces
For no sooner have we gazed on its visage than it has turned away
No sooner do we see it approach - smiling, waving, affirming
Than it has flashed by us in a swirl
It is our god and our devil
Our hope and our despair
Our villain and our lover
The keeper of our consciousness, moments and prospects
Our precise measure of what can NEVER be measured
And the universal spirit of existence
That will never, ever ... exist.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Writing Challenge 3, July 2019 - List" Poetry Contest, Dear Heart, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
unchangeable, analogy, metaphor, time, wisdom,
Form:
List
As we approach holiday cheers
You’re cherished each and every day
I’m grateful that you came my way
You showed me love, I faced my fears
I didn’t think that love was tangible
My feelings are unchangeable
We were young, we went against peers
Folk doubted our union would last
My darling we proved them wrong fast
Now we are in our golden years
What I feel for you is still strong
Right by your side where I belong
I can now say soulmate through tears
You’ve been a good lover and friend
This passion for you will not end
As we approach holiday cheers
You showed me love, I faced my fears
We were young, we went against peers
Now we are in our golden years
I can now say soulmate through tears
Dedicated to love
* This is my fist attempt at the Constanza form. I hope it makes sense.
12-14-17
Categories:
unchangeable, love, soulmate,
Form:
Rhyme
God creates effortlessly, Himself medium, substance-source almighty – nothing can rub, manifest resistance to His Will --
God rested. Think not of fatigue...nor of a project completed, written in stone unchangeable, for God’s complete-perfect also allows for change-perfect. Think more in terms of the rests in musical compositions, heightening the experience of sound – think of the negative-space in art, that allows for imaginative schemes of enhancement. God can create and be finished simultaneously, ongoing. God is in and out at the same time. Up and down at the same time. Death is also resurrection eternal. The only finite is when man limits his understanding, attempts to reconcile flawless, endless continuity, by using fragmented thought patterns, our lagging sense of spiritual/physical reality. We see only bits and pieces of truth at a time, nothing comprehended entirely as it is (The I Am). As we evolve mentally, spiritually, physically, we draw from and add to the endless streams of conscious untold universes (countless dimensions)~ thoughts are substance. Not seeing anything clearly, fully, in its entirety, what we compel, reason, will out, through the eyes of love are man’s greatest attributes and revelations.
Categories:
unchangeable, analogy, christian, faith, inspirational,
Form:
Prose
Was here yesterday morning, disappeared this afternoon
Gone a certain aegis, like the wearing off of perfume
See nothing can last forever, time elopes with esprit
Winds of change unchangeable, mother nature’s a banshee
I don’t want to think about tomorrow, no… not just yet
Trying to cling onto some zeitgeist, it fades I forget
Memories and pictures pique me, dreams I can second guess
Moments are all but snuffed out, building up to more duress
Coming apart at the seams, disintegration follows
My need to retrieve zest, pukes up bits I cannot swallow
I’m just a trier who failed, however that’s not the point
Takes a man to face his losses, sorry to disappoint
And in the end we all know it, life’s our true living hell
Next week I’ll be back in heaven, to its one prison cell
Categories:
unchangeable, absence, nostalgia, perspective,
Form:
Sonnet
Everyone desires a secure future,
an ironclad plan,
entrenched and unchangeable,
without flaws or loopholes.
This one has everything;
it cannot decrease in value,
the terms never vary,
it’s bonded against theft,
and the cost is zero.
Totally free, is that possible?
Someone already paid?
This is too good to be true.
Bring out the contract,
where do I sign?
It is the only rescue of its kind
in existence, designed
by the provider of all things,
who freely sacrificed
his most precious asset
to ransom the lost sheep.
Nothing on earth can offer
the inalterable benefits
of God's retirement plan!
Categories:
unchangeable, faith, religious, retirement,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Laughter is beautiful.
It is the manifestation of joy.
Love is beautiful.
It eliminates all war, all fear, and all hate.
Peace is beautiful.
It brings hearts, nations, and all creatures together.
Hope is beautiful.
It is the souls anchor in the storm.
Truth is beautiful.
It is unchangeable, it is constant.
Categories:
unchangeable, beautiful, hope, love, peace,
Form:
List
Although I came this far along with the flow of Chronos
I am only an event of birth and death within Kairos;
in this confusing world, if the essence of life’s value is
quantitative-material or qualitative-spiritual, a day stands yonder
It’s obvious though,
if it’s Chronos, I am dragged onward on the way named future;
if Kairos, I am pushed to move forward to the unknown incident;
but the way I am on, is the same dusty road, I was walking on yesterday
it doesn’t matter what you call the distance from the source of the light of sun, moon or stars, metric measurement, astronomical unit, or light year; it’s an unchangeable fundamental principle from the beginning of the world for Chronos
is the gold and Kairos is the destiny.
Why do men ignore Kairos factor
always dragged by Chronos, covered in dust
carrying that overly heavy gold? Though the root of
the twisted strands of humankinds’ affairs; are rolling
along hanging onto those two simple facts,
whether you are pushed or dragged, if life is a one-way road
you have no choice but to go forward, why don’t you cut the toe of
the overlord and vassalage relationship of Kairos, Chronos and you;
dash at full speed to get ahead of Chronos and soar high in the air
to look down at Kairos from above.
Categories:
unchangeable, destiny, life, time,
Form:
Narrative
Love is my hearts essence, shining,
Our love is perfect like a dream;
Walking hand in hand by a stream.
And my heart speaks of love burning,
The shadows folding around us;
Our kisses and words like stardust.
Without love, life is not living,
The love within us is immortal;
The passion is unchangeable.
Love for us is never fading,
Slowly, silently, now the moon;
The dawn dim, that rose far to soon.
I rest in his arms, trembling,
Words of love falling from my lips;
Tears from my hearts, whispering bliss.
Love is my hearts essence, shining,
And my heart speaks of love burning;
Without love, life is not living,
I rest in his arms, trembling.
_____________________________
August 26, 2012
Poetry/Constanza/"My Hearts, Whispering Bliss"
Copyright Protected, ID 12-741-364-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Categories:
unchangeable, love,
Form:
Rhyme
What’s happened with airbus of Germanwings
remained severely how might be crazy
and fatally even for instant give in
and sag and failure democracy.
Even for second we have not right, comrades
forget about its sacred commandments.
When one pilot excluded from ruling
closed outside of cockpit
And co-pilot left alone
decided to demonstrate to the world
how mighty and powerful he was,
making really unfogetfull event
in history of aviation and mankind
as the most compelling argument
to respect inflexibly and unchangeable
the rule of democracy – our surviving.
Even for second we have not right, comrades,
forget about sacred commandments
and principles of Democracy.
Categories:
unchangeable, tribute,
Form:
Epitaph
Come Father, become human and kind...
sit at my blessed and abundant table,
and have a dialogue with me!
Many questions assumed for myself:
like uncotrollable rivers flooding their banks...
pitifully susceptible to oblivion;
a disaster so real and not too stealthy...
come Father,suspend time!
Indisputible are Your commandments
that make the sinners tremble
and the mighty complain and ramble;
unchangeable are Your moral demands,
and the devouts heed them with reverence...
to diffuse them without diffidence!
Come Father,engorge this eager spirit...
descend to clear up contradictory opinions,
words dictated by the die-hard and undignified;
this is not a conception or a dilemma,
but an enormous and contemptuous enigma
engraved on the souls that engage in snarling tactics
to ensconce, not to enrapture what is good...
and in doing so they captivate people in sin!
I declare my faithfulness with words that prolifate
and have wonder and inspiration...
true words that express a genuine faith;
I am not prognostic...I rely on devine intervention,
and shun what lacks in importance...
not debasing what is sacred to satisfy their impertinence!
Come Father, have this promenade...
let's talk about their impervious minds
that collide with truth with impetuous haste;
come father, let's make them perfect and pious...
give them a plausible momentum of grace,
and make them victorious and vindicated!
Categories:
unchangeable, faith, forgiveness, hope, love,
Form:
Free verse
dreams that were ethereal particles of longing
amass together, forming decisions
that solidify with the passage of time
into unchangeable reality
marking my time line
making immovable
the dance of new possibilities
I wonder
what might have been
had the particles of longing
remained
flitting fantasies
on the periphery of my consciousness
refusing tangibility's reality
keeping the time line unmarked
clear
for possibilities to appear
Choices change chances
for alternate lives in time and place
and life's course converges on decisions made
along the way
by passion's petulant play
and wisdom's disarray
and one is left to wonder
what if....
what if that decision
were left
unmade.
Eileen Manassian
Categories:
unchangeable, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse