Best Uncountable Poems
In the land of finite, measurable calculus of existence,
You are a silhouette of mystique, esoteric obscurity,
A symbol ambiguous, living among realm of precision,
Unreachable to quotidian and simplistic enumeration,
Unamenable to honoring bounds of constrained world;
Yet, allured in metaphors, much alike a pretty woman,
Serenaded by poetic adulation in verses of fascination.
We invoke you when enormity we can’t comprehend
Being clueless of its reach or whether its journey ends:
Numbers uncountable, we postulate, seek your vicinity,
Universe we can’t grasp, we claim, expands infinitely,
Time propelling future, we surmise, ticks into eternity,
Whether space or distance you’re un-fathomed entity;
Oh! Infinity, the truth is, we can’t clasp your immensity.
Why, O, why you chase the unknown and the elusive?
Such a dry emotion to be everlasting without feelings!
Being eternal or endless ~offers not a beloved meaning
Unless you can be sensual, evermore of love romantic
Or the vows tolling forever in unbreakable relationships
Or timelessly striving to create treasures of memories
Or a paradise on earth blooming heavenly, perpetually.
Oh! Infinity, be laudable as can be, to instincts of poetry
But, remain true to self ~unknowable, nebulous intrigue.
November 22, 2021
Placed 1st: This or That, Vol 8 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: Of Infinity
Be the halo of moon in a starless sky
Be the angel of smiles for tearful eyes
A beacon of hope in despair of grief
A lighthouse for the souls lost at sea
A gift of rose to lovelorn heartbeats
Be a rainbow that gleams opaque arc
An echo of peace from the hills of war
A blush of new dawn on a foggy morn
Be a birdsong, on a night gone wrong
Be all you can be, every day and night
Be the aura of light for every sight
Take your evermore to clasp eternity
Be uncountable, endless, like infinity
But when your ship is about to sail
Catch the last tender, don’t hesitate
For, those you let board ahead of you
Have uncanny inclination to forget--
It was their trespass into your heart
That pilfered till there is nothing left
A taunting laugh of your own silence
Is the only sound you will hear then
Naming you the impeccant, foolish soul
Trapped and desolate, gripping isolation
Having surrendered your last token
April 3, 2021
Placed 4th: The last token premium contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
This is what the wicked are like— always free of care, they go on amassing wealth. Surely in vain I have kept my heart pure and have washed my hands in innocence ~ Psalm 73:12-13
A wise man long ago bemoaned the thought
that those who seek the paths of righteousness
so often struggle mightily. Their lot
seems only to be wreathed in hopelessness.
Meanwhile, the wicked reap rich dividends
while disregarding others' poverty -
they'll use whatever means may suit their ends,
neglecting justice, love, humility.
Believers know "these three remain" to guide
up peaks appearing insurmountable:
Faith is that trust in Him who walks beside;
Hope is that blessed wealth uncountable;
and Love, which guides us to eternity -
For "God is love", the greatest of the three.
You, unfeeling creatures
Who call yourselves human,
You, fleeting bubbles of reason,
Accidental parasites of time,
You, filthy microbes of cancer,
Ephemera of invincible eternity,
You, who try to fill your vanity
With abominable crimes,
You, insensible butchers of animals,
Notorious destroyers of pastures,
You, contaminators of oceans,
Deleterious polluters of rivers,
You, menacing beings of harmony,
Transgressors of universal laws,
You,
Who have deliberately put me through
The tormenting agony of dying
By
Strewing your treacherous dark web of
Your unworthy ambitions, all over my face,
Shadowing my generous fertility and
Rendering me sterile,
Behold,
For the time has come for you
To feel my wrath and my fury
Boiling lava over you
To flow every day,
Kneel,
Your tiny mortal beings
In front of the immortal cosmos,
For the shiny heavy sword of
Universal justice,
Avenger of transgressions, guardians of
The eternal laws,
Over your thoughtless heads to fall
With vengeance and rage
Decapitating most of you and
Those who would survive
Shall feel the torturing pain in
Their hearts
For
Uncountable years!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 March 2020
* This poem I wrote in 1985 in Montreal, Canada, when, as a co-founder of a peace movement, I was making efforts to raise consciousness to save Mother Earth. "THE MOURNING OF MOTHER EARTH." THIS IS A STERN WARNING TO ALL OF US WHO DESTROY HER: REMEMBER, NOT MUCH TIME IS LEFT TO SAVE OUR PLANET AND OURSELVES!
the dream painted itself sad ashen grey
a parched desert where rain never falls
this dark metaphor in her barren heart
loneliness whispering of love yet to call
bones of long lost hope on the ground
amid sands of uncountable empty years
she picked up the skull bleached white
all that remained of an old mossy steer
wondering if that would be her destiny
to wander until life's hourglass ran dry
becoming a forgotten, lost skeleton
eroded by day
and
ignored
by
night's
sky
Don't know if human's will ever see
every soul born, is right where it's meant to be
For the rich to become the richest
there has to be a place for the poorest
The entire world is built up from the same level of dirt
each soul is born without knowledge to cause hurt
Humanity teaches us what a human's life is worth, by money and glory
I am to believe all lives are priceless, every soul fit's to tell Earth's story
The luckiest to be born, is that of a poor man
he learn's the treasures, of everything he can
Those born into all riches, have no true understanding of richness
seeing us not as human's, but those living in poverty as an illness
Love start's from the soul, and from there it is taught to grow
the rich find another kind of love, one only brought with dough
Love, trust, compassion and grace defining the difference in richest and wealth
t'is the beggar off the street, who climbs the toughest road to earn his wealth
He is the most blessed man, he is rewarded with the most valuable key
for his wealth is humanly uncountable, for only God know's the value of he...
I STEP down from the boardwalk and into a land moved by the forces of the universe.
I feel the earth move under my feet as I walk on mountains crushed to grains of sand by these forces and the passing of time since the birth of planet Earth.
Ringing in my ears, beating in my heart, running through my veins - the thunder of an ancient drum as the ocean rises and falls to the will of the wind.
I mark my passing with footprints in the sand while my mind empties itself of everything but this moment.
I walk toward a purple line in the distance, yearning to know what is there...yearning to touch it.
I lean against a warm wind that blows away the ribbons from my hair and all the troubles of a world gone mad.
~~~
Moment-by-moment... time becomes a thing of the past as I reach for that purple line.
On and on and on - I walk to the beat of that ancient drum - through the wind and ocean brine - through the setting of the sun - ON AND ON AND ON. Still, its seems I'm no closer to that line.
~~~
As the moon begins to rise, I turn back.
~~~
My morning footprints have all disappeared. The forces of the universe have erased every trace, I was ever here.
I STOP... and look up at the moon and all the uncountable stars that hang there ... motionless among the endless galaxies, over an ocean now at rest.
AND IN THIS MOMENT... I AM ONE WITH ALL THERE IS...AS I STARE INTO
THE FACE OF GOD.
~~~
Written: February 17th, 2016
Elaine Cecelia George of Canada
Love the oldest,
Love the youngest,
The smallest,
The broadest.
Imperfectly perfect,
Proudly humble.
Endlessly end,
Peacefully troubled.
Quietly lousy,
Uncountable counting.
Pleasurable painful,
Ungainly gainful.
Resurrecting in killing,
Smiling in weeping.
Coming in going,
Abiding in departing.
Truth in lies,
Open-mindedness in sly.
Elevation in humiliation,
Built in destruction.
Unity in separation,
Honesty in temptation.
Standing in tribulation,
Thanking in starvation.
II
Love a burning fire,
But never to consume.
Even though she wonders,
But she never get confused.
Love is the source of life,
The fountain of light.
Love, so above death.
And she has no end.
The she's highly immortal,
But she in love with the mortal.
She is sane,
But love the insane.
She is so peaceful
But she's found in a troublesome place.
So careful,
She sojourns in this careless cave.
In an offensive place to pardon,
In sinful house to forgive.
Descending to comfort the abandoned,
Coming so low for poor to give.
Going blind to see,
Far away to come near.
Hardened heart to believe ,
Becoming deaf to hear.
Pleading in rejection,
Blessing the prosecutor.
Hunted but growing,
Hated but reigning.
Too real to the fools,
Because is so true.
Erred men don't believe its free,
Because is so cheap.
So abundantly, but only few has it.
The people she love are rejecting.
If you find one you're lucky,
Because she's one blood thing you can't just inherit.
My solemnity
Oh! I need you thou love,
I wonder if I can in men find one.
I can trade my eyes for it,
Because I know in her will I clearly see.
Really, men are so many.
But how many can truly love?
Marriage can be done within ten minutes,
But are mostly grounded in lust.
If you say you're true lover,
Show it to many like that pauper.
Don't only love your rich husband,
Show love to your maiden servant.
Preaching and boasting of it on the pulpit,
Have you ever have a meal with the poor?
Show it when sad and when happy,
Accommodate your enemies' daughter and son.
Tis easy to love our family,
That's not in the dictionary of we lovers.
It is easier for us to love the whole country,
And those that has once make us suffer.
Judgment
When I shall be the old man here,
Forgot by time, uncountable by year,
When I shall wish to pass the living brink,
At You I shall devote my thought and think.
Uselessness I`ll see in all that I achieve,
If I do not have love or can`t forgive
To do with love all that you have so ruled,
Unknown or known as suffering endured.
Washed I should not be from any of my sins,
If I did never forget or never forgive since
The hour of balance is inclined toward my trap,
And hardly passes us one thought or any other step.
And if I did not help that stranger foreign man,
A good word for the pain of that wretch sideman,
If I have never known to help my friend or mat,
In vain I shall be sorry, cry shouting or fill pat.
Or maybe all these I have done presuming,
But without love, alien and with so confiding,
Than I am just a sonorous forefinger copper,
An ugly earth body without climbing upper.
But even so, there is existing one more chance,
The wisdom in the last hour of one slippery Trans,
To give me power to see what does He want,
As life to give me; not to take and be redundant.
But sorrows, which born from facts and sin,
As are recognized, even now could be foreseen
That Judge with love in everything he does,
Inquires all and, with affection… forgives us.
The heart of our hearts,
the bone of my bones.
The fresh of my fresh,
The sweet of sweets.
As the first man was
happy for the creation of
woman from his rib,
the same way I am
happy with my parents.
I really love my parents,
as I love myself with
all my heart. I wish to thank God
for their presence. No one can
separate me from my parents.
To separate, it will be death.
"My parents are my strong weapons,
powerful tools for my defense.
Whatever I do, I remember my parents.
Even if its peace, even if its danger.
I appreciate for my protection, since I was born.
They protected me with all their hearts,
as a leopard protects its young,
as a dog protects its meat. They loved me,
as meat attracts flies.
Really they did a good job.
I praise their services and uncountable support
provided to me since I was born until the level I am.
I respect my parents, and I can't speak
evil to them. If I do, it's a sin and a real curse.
I can't forget when I was young, they looked
after me together with my sisters and other
family relatives at large. The orphans and the disabled.
it's their efforts that made me what I am.
Not only me, but also you.
Your parents made you what you're.
Don't despise them, our parents our life.
The family heroes, gods of earth and foundation
for human development.
They are real heroes!! We can't despise them,
they are our life. Our foundation.
Dark thoughts emerging from a lifeless spirit,
a wandering ship sinking into the remotest depths;
denying itself reality and its sense of comfort...
and was ever there a lighthouse to disperse its darkness?
A captain stirring his erring ship,amid furious waves,
for an imminent and fierce war,
not noticing the making of its destiny...
fighting unnecessary battles of ambiguity,
hoping that luck would bring it safely ashore;
even a small island was hidden from his gaze!
An unwise listener would not take advice from anybody,
he didn't reject it embracing his own vulnerability;
a good decision that didn't imply a cost...
would he ever been discouraged or lost?
For uncountable years, this eager sea-man,
resisted and spoiled many pleasures for victory...
freezing time to avoid another tragedy
with a perception so sharp to defy anyone's will!
And did he deserve the harshest judgment
from others, who were pleased with their fate?
Loneliness was chosen by him
for unequivocal reasons and he craved it
like the bitterest, strongest wine
to make him strong and invincible...
nothing swayed him from his pride
to obtain that impossible goal!
Consumed under infinite sunless night;
Its uncountable fixed flickering stars,
With tendrils tender love and a lullaby,
Mid quiet indulgent heaven, it dost sings.
Swell of explosive unsated love seeks
Warm wisp embrace, of thy intimate whole.
The merit fragrant scent of thy utter love
Awakes a wanderer of mine emboldened heart.
Thy presence summons by mine fervor love.
Waves melt upon lips of ours sweet ayre, whilst
Painting gentle and slow on the palette
Of own fitful quenching passionate heartbeat.
Thee complete me in dreams of harmony,
As we dance in choral gracefulness whilst we
Grow in shimmering reflections enshrouded
In the darkness of flickering of moonlight.
Dreams poetically fulfilled.
2/25/2020
Silently you smiled from far peeping me
Smiled silently with mind of lonely
Smiled from far seeing me
Peeped through the chink of door
You’re looking what I had done
Smiled with luscious lips of bending new moon
You smiled on my wearing lungi on fatty belly
From far you smiled soothingly
But when I wanted to be closed on your smiling
then you moved away other side,
You’re smiling on my activities that-
what I’d been eating, what I’d been drinking,
what I’d been watching, what I’d been reading
You smiled and peeped always me
when I wore official cloths
then you smiled,
when I got out to office
then you smiled
smiled an innocent fair smiling
from far silently
When I came back to home from office
I found you staring on me with adoring smiling,
You looked at me through window sash
How I’d been changing the official dress
How I’d been refreshing myself
How I’d been showering by tube well water
You stared me standing under coconut tree
Lamp of evening lit up in your home
Also my mother lit up the candle light, hurricane
Over the sky, God also lit up the evening light
by the full moon and twinkling stars,
When I went to your ingenuous staring
and said on that true light- I love you.
You left me without reply by smiling
This was much known to me
and you went to your own home of mind
By course of time- All moments had been passing on,
passing on the day, the week and the month.
You, only, gave smiling,
Smiled on me with lovely face, graceful lips
This immaculate, flawless, graceful smiling
I loved very much,
I said on uncountable true lights,
on flawless shining of sun, many times-
I, only, love you. Do you love me?
No answer you gave me without silent smiling,
without sight of mysterious eyes,
without hypnotizing power of dancing body
on your went back zigzag path of smiling
(Continuous)
-October 31, 2018 Chattogram
Cast me not away
Ye gentle soul, my love
Lead me to the beach
Where our love began and bloomed
Cradle my fragile wrists
In your strong and loving grip
Call me yours again
Bid me to you and I shall yield
Few hours to the vow
To be yours and only yours
I long to see you so
I long to hear you coo my name
Upon my pillows I lay
With tender thoughts of you and me
Uncountable wishes
My gentle heart
I melt into my satin sheets
A man for me
A bride to be
My wishes never end
Alas, I hear of your trip back to town
My finest dress of lace I wear
Fingers groomed
Hair tamed
A scent unforgettable shall steal your heart away
I lean against my window so
Knowing my gate shall be your path
I wave my hands
You smile so bright
And then the story continues to roll
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5. Murasame’s Story Concludes
("Noh" is an ancient Japanese style of
drama, broadly similar to Elizabethan
tragedy. "The Wind in the Pines" is
my version of a well-known Noh play.)
MATSUKAZE & MURASAME
(chanting in harmony)
Pine wind, and autumn rain,
women, sorrow: men, disdain!
MURASAME
As men are ready to play games,
poets are keen to give names.
He said I was the moon in wane,
so he named me after the autumn rain.
My sister's singing is divine,
and he likened her to the wind in the pines.
MATSUKAZE & MURASAME
(chanting in harmony)
Pine wind, and autumn rain,
woman in love, woman insane!
MURASAME
He turned our rice water into milk.
Our fustian gowns became silk.
Three summers we passed, in sensual bliss,
and now we are reduced to this -
ladling brine on a moonlit shore,
never to see our lover more.
MATSUKAZE & MURASAME
(chanting in harmony)
Pine wind and autumn rain,
prisoners in the moon's domain!
MURUSAME
Where humans gather, sickness thrives,
diseases claim uncountable lives.
Returning to the Imperial Court,
Yukihira selfishly sought
his own lettered architrave,
but found instead a common grave.
MATSUKAZE & MURASAME
(chanting in harmony)
Pine wind and autumn rain,
he will not come back again.
MURASAME
Two keepsakes, which we still hold dear -
my sister has them, brings them here -
a man's cloak and a court cap:
leather band, and understrap:
with reverence, see, she gathers them close:
to us, they are his living ghosts.
MATSUKAZE & MURASAME
(chanting in harmony)
Pine wind and autumn rain,
ghosts we are, and must remain!