Best Unforeseeable Poems
Just stop thinking about it,
Don't bother losing yourself to it,
Stop getting your mind overclouded
Don't overthink about it.
Past's not gonna change
Present's in your hand,
Future's awaiting you,
So does it take that long for you to realise;
Time always flows like river,
Everything that you wrote in sand of time,
Now flies, all erased.
Heartaches and smiles never will fade
Cause this present will become the past
So don't rewind back in memories
It's time you stepped out of the past , grab your present and run towards the future.
Take all the twists and turns,
It's fate, following your addicted brain,
In its fabulously misguided taste,
To that unordinary life you seek.
Time will record your past,
Actions will define your future,
Don't worry about the leap I am taking,
Cuz I feel like I am losing myself ,
Losing my mind,
Losing my mind,
But I love this wild ungrounded feeling,
Of losing myself to the unforeseeable future
Have you seen changing of colours?
World shifting thoughts without insight
Mellifluous tones making way for cacophony
Drums buried beneath shambles,
And people returning to the jungle,
Craving roots and leaves
As life becomes spooky affair
The world changing patterns,
As beauty becomes an obstacle
Have you witnessed the unforeseeable?
Mountains becoming smaller
Flower refusing to bloom
Nature giving up its mandate,
Moving away from positivity
Negativity embracing every creature
Inducing evil forces to celebrate with pride,
As the world falls apart
Hope assuming new meaning,
As happiness sink underground
That's how the world has changed
Love making way for hostility
Ignorance taking center stage
People searching through garbage
To find reasons for immorality
Taking journeys to the wilderness
Coming back with more grounds for deviation
Goodness plummeting deeper
As the world changes faces
A giant magnet for young and old
Its many mysteries to unfold
For dipping toes in ebb and flow
Revealing wonders deep below
Calm and still like mirrored glass
Then raging wild a storm can blast
Giving pleasure, causing grief
Magnificent colour of Barrier Reef
Tossing sails yet lapping the shore
Sinking ships in times of war
Sometimes dark, it’s strength foreboding
Tempting too but fiercely goading
A home to fish of stunning hue
Reflecting the sky in shades of blue
Underestimated in its power
Challenging man oft forced to cower
Innumerable colours of blue and green
The prettiest shells you’ve ever seen
Home to coral iridescent and bright
Displays of foam in whirls of white
Dashing the coast in waves of thunder
Giving pleasure, then pulling you under
A background for artists, a playground for tots
Sometimes frightening, sometimes not
Dividing the world in all its glory
The source of many a heartfelt story
Healing the soul when darkness calls
Noisy too when seagulls squall
Shattering lives with remorseless pressure
Beckoning man to false endeavour
A home to many all afloat
Enormous tankers, a tiny boat
Unforeseeable eddies and tides
A gentle sail or risk-full rides
Relentlessly breaking on distant shores
Enticing man for evermore
A means for adventure, for voyages afar
Under sunny skies or a million stars
An erratic, moody source of fear
Taking lives once held dear
A timeless home for hidden treasure
For searching men, unequal measure
Plentiful food for man and beast
A meagre meal or a giant feast
A workplace and a surfer’s delight
A vast beyond - a beautiful sight
A constant means for flight or flee
The amazing, unpredictable sea
I would rather be at that moment
When we sang our first duet
Words came so smoothly to our lips
Interlinking thoughts and feelings
We wrote deeply from the heart and soul
Every idea danced and played music to our ears
We were uninterrupted then
Until a siren seduced you with her treacherous songs
You were spellbound by her charms
She made you feel youthful again
Falling deeper into the black hole she created
You persisted in your pursue to find her truth
Then she left without a trace
Taking a piece of you with her
Leaving behind a trail of miseries
Accompanied by unforeseeable trials
Thrown upon you in some strange karma theories
You handled them pretty well
Guided by God's blessings and light shining on you
You were lost then but now you were found…
I would rather be at that moment
When we danced our duel
Ideas flowed so seamlessly to our minds
Intertwining imaginations and inspirations
We wrote truthfully from the heart and soul
Every line was carefully constructed and laid out
We were inseparable then
Until a banshee haunted you with her past memories
Wailing in your soft ears about her undoing
She reminded you of your scars again
Opening wounds that were temporarily healed
You persevere in the end to move forward
You left your footprints in hidden blueprints
A trail of breadcrumbs leading towards a light
Accompanied by blessings in disguise
Invisible to you in some strange karma coincidences
You prayed deeply on your faith
Guided by God's blessings and light shining on you
You were lost then but now you were found…
so many unknown variables to consider for such a tasking pursuit
a conditional ‘If’ but what if ‘whether’ reigns in a supreme challenge
conjectures battle refutations and synapses blocked in surrender
as long as suppositions succeeded in their hypothetical contemplation
the world may as well be flat and circle unhappily one of its moons
the ‘I’ would be futile a self negating deprecation on auto-destruct
and endless loop of no Self on a path to nowhere and nothingness
not of Buddha like Nirvana but hell on earth as we know it too well
a spinning confusion of gravity with levitation spared its flight of fancy
when meditation and pondering could not lift the soul above the mind
‘ruling’ that wishes to overcome suppression domination and power
appears a futile concept when freedom should be the ultimate aim
of course anarchy holds its merits but people cling to being governed
by false leaders fake news and an insatiable need for crude abdication
in an attempt to cast responsibility and shred all courage and hope
‘the’ poses the question of this or that where and when whether at all
a simple adverbial adjective refusing to rest on quiet incomplete duty
bereft of solitary meaning and such an imposter of clarity and precision
no stand alone metaphor of context and contingency lost in the process
but the planet needs answers and I do not give up easily if besieged
is there a ‘world’ out there a compass and globe in my restless attempts
to understand question emphasize deconstruct and give a sweet home
to live up to its promises and dreams as opposed to terminal decline
word has it that there are only illusions betrayal and survival of the fittest
engulfed in delusions conflagrations raging inferno straight from its core
‘I’ if it was able to resist compartmentalization of Ego Super Ego and Id
might not want the elusive generational torch snuffing out a last breath
maybe I am overthinking under emoting and have surrendered in vain
to lost beauty and a vacuum of distant echoes of an unforeseeable future
therefore I conclude that if I was the ruler I would ask my kids for advice
14th August 2020
The companionable ills, short heavy breaths
with which I force the wind into my blood,
chill and whisper- that I am not 'complete',
that my youth has 'run dry', and yet this poison lets
me the world unfolding with unforeseeable possibilities:
the jut skulls of mountains, fields of ripening wheat,
ubiquity rising like a dove above the landscape
and thundering down along the troubled feet of the city,
I am at home with my lonely sorrow.
SCENE OF ADULTERY
At the far edge of a town,
Where all roads lose their tracks,
There is a tavern that camps all birds.
The ones that fly away from their cages.
Singing songs of freedom,
Flapping their wings to the prospect of imminent pleasure.
One after the other they go meandering,
Skirting from idle eyes that sit at every corner,
And swift tongues that tell of tales unseen.
See them scurrying away.
Rushing like sheep to the house of slaughter,
Where in a trice, they douse in the sins of the flesh.
Wondering why they took that long walk down the aisle;
Embarking on a journey of such unforeseeable perils,
Wishing they never said I do.
At last, when the charm of desire has waned off,
And the call of duty appeals to their limbo consciences,
They comb their nests, leaving behind no trace of evidence.
Along murky corridors, they cast unseeing eyes,
And return acknowledging nods to passing comrades.
Each bond to the other in silence, by shame.
One before the other, they sneak out,
Filled with a mix of pleasure and guilt.
Often vowing never again to return.
To this scene of adultery.
To speak the unspeakable
Will I ever get to tell you
The truth will set you free
How much you mean to me
To think the unthinkable
Just to think about you
A you and me fantasy
Sets my spirit free
To hear the unhearable
I long to whisper softly
Words not meant for me
The softest "I love you"
To touch the untouchable
hunger for your soft caress
Unknown ecstasy
That says you love me too
To want the unattainable
you don't belong to me
Trying to succeed
But know I'm always here
To restrain the unrestrainable
Fighting to respect the vows
Walls internally
Of virtue held so dear
To dream the undreamable
It's not reality
Stretching boundaries
But hope will keep me strong
To foresee the unforeseeable
Until the day I find myself
A date with destiny
With you, where I belong
Remove me from the living beings
Or them from me. What is my relevance?
Without them, my existence has no meaning
So why is it that there is existence, Why do we exist?
Our primal instinct to survive is nothing without the survival of all.
What is our purpose of human reasoning?
The only living being equipped with the power to reason,
But for what and why? What is our relativity?
Is our life a defining moment? A split second,
In some greater inconceivable scheme?
I live perfunctory according to some master plan
Going around in unforeseeable circles, yet following the same path
From birth to death knowingly, yet self-deniably.
My existence, my actions only having consequence to me,
Yet, in some minute way I add to the existence of humanity
Am I suicidal from the revelation? No just implanted in this life
And propelled by my childhood instinctive reasoning WHY?
I just don’t ask it aloud anymore! I contemplate,
I sit and wonder why? What is life all about? Why do we exist?
An attack of this magnitude
was completely unforeseeable;
and who thought that an unguarded city
had to feel that sense of solitude...
through an urealistic exodus so undiscernible,
and later reclaim its struck territory!
What we lost...is not the superb Twin Towers:
the pride of the wealthiest nation on earth,
towers that can be rebuilt in years;
it's those lives that enmity cut short!
And they tried to disorientate us,
and disrupt our ingenuous and lively living
by spreading unrest and choas
with absurd and infernal thinking!
This infamy is so ineffaceable
from the mind of the unfoolish,
fair and reasoning man with greater intellect...
that it becomes so inexplicable;
a shameful act not condoned by civilization,
confirmed by unsympathetic sentiments!
What we lost ...is truly irreplaceable
by every imaginable remedy:
its the worth, the comfort and the unbroken joy,
which dazzled in the NewYorkers' eyes...
making their days so livable!
What we lost...is eternally
carved out into those shining stones:
bearing glorious names to withstand time itself1
Thunderous palpitations upon benign sedaments,
Miscreants vindicate with justice of six cents.
A vociferous tyrannosaurus bursts sickly
Sanitized wives and rodents scurry very
Sedately towards dainty cliffs and heights
Of unforeseeable depths-withered sights.
A Persian rug is spread across garnered grounds
Before touring gypsies which please sound.
Great stories gather precariously on the head
Of a pen sent from hapless flutters in bed-
Sensations traverse a thing called a universe,
Discoursing various travesties as a nurse.
In gambits trained by substantial lapels
And triumphant whores who cast spells
Of priority towards declining propellers.
But, you're right, titanically proportioned cells.
Dwelling in tumultuous storms just to feel,
To melt the ashes of memories, means to heal.
Neglect the skeptic who's late for dinner
Skinning prunes and my meat suit's a winner.
Standard debasement sits beside youth
Stinking of stale sex and sweat of a sleuth
In the waiting room planning substantial
Equations translating to aliens:
We're still here...
Ancient Greek and Roman Epigrams I
Wall, we're astonished that you haven't collapsed,
since you're holding up verses so prolapsed!
Ancient Roman graffiti, translation by Michael R. Burch
You begrudge men your virginity?
Why? To what purpose?
You will find no one to embrace you in the grave.
The joys of love are for the living.
But in Acheron, dear virgin,
we shall all lie dust and ashes.
—Asclepiades of Samos, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Let me live with joy today, since tomorrow is unforeseeable.
?Michael R Burch, after Palladas of Alexandria
Now his voice is prisoned in the silent pathways of the night:
his owner’s faithful Maltese...
but will he still bark again, on sight?
?Michael R Burch, after Tymnes
Poor partridge, poor partridge, lately migrated from the rocks;
our cat bit off your unlucky head; my offended heart still balks!
I put you back together again and buried you, so unsightly!
May the dark earth cover you heavily: heavily, not lightly...
so she shan’t get at you again!
?Michael R Burch, after Agathias
Hunter partridge,
we no longer hear your echoing cry
along the forest's dappled feeding ground
where, in times gone by,
you would decoy speckled kinsfolk to their doom,
luring them on,
for now you too have gone
down the dark path to Acheron.
?Michael R Burch, after Simmias
Wert thou, O Artemis,
overbusy with thy beast-slaying hounds
when the Beast embraced me?
?Michael R Burch, after Diodorus of Sardis
Dead as you are, though you lie as
still as cold stone, huntress Lycas,
my great Thessalonian hound,
the wild beasts still fear your white bones;
craggy Pelion remembers your valor,
splendid Ossa, the way you would bound
and bay at the moon for its whiteness
as below we heard valleys resound.
And how brightly with joy you would leap and run
the strange lonely peaks of high Cithaeron!
?Michael R Burch, after Simonides
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A prediction for the unforeseeable
the somehow mishaps inescapable
and accidental omen to avoid
the illogical cat's-paw of capricious fate
irregular in it’s certainty
and a trip into oblivion's insecurity
And quick with madness comes within the snag of its trap
a fearful searchlight hunting darkness for an exit
a safety-valve to escape this orderly chaotic
to rape the mundane of it’s blessed intellect
stupidity is the face
indecorously it anticipates, the sporadic
Creating calendars and hours in tempos measurements
an organized emporium of disorganized events
occasionally indeterminate is its recompense
for the all too steady flow of time
the clock springs of the aeon
digitally unwind
With no embrace to harmonize the anarchy
instead the well ordered dystopia of make believe reality
and chaos simply is too simply out of control
and all this life is far too erratically, unpredictable
so save this lunacy, save it from the clown of chance
luck would keep us sane
all ribbons and bows keep it in a well presented box
and if by the enchantments of its chain
save us from the risky cat’s paw of capricious fate
When it's raining I feel mad and sad
The continuous hamming of the raindrops
As if echoes of my distant ghostly past
As they hit the roof top of my room
Like taunts from an invisible mocker
The darkness when l look through the window
Blurry like the uncertainties of the future
The rumbling thunder in the black sky
Sound like signalling of an impending disaster
The flashing lightining cracking the dark night
Strike like unforeseeable calamities
The rains make me feel mad and sad
As I sleep awake on my ageing bed
As my thought drift with the falling rain
And my lonesome mind sip through my soul
Like raindrops sipping in the ground
The wind blowing and whistling
sarcastic songs
To my depressed heart and rudderless thoughts
The quietness of living sounds
As no bird would be singing in the rain
The roar of a distant vehicle in the dark
Reminding me that I am still with the daffodils
And my predicaments are still with me
While tomorrow waits,it awaits with a dampened ground
That I would tread with my bare feet
And the cold wet ground mirrors
It mirrors the cold souls I will meet
It makes me mad and sad when raining
I fall into scary pits of dispair and distress
As the rains sing, "here the new cycle comes"
Reminding me of the cycles I go through
Ever moment, every year and every stage
That keeps kicking me around and round in circles
Waiting for the proverbial call
When I will leave all the greens and all that glitters
To the dark that waits in gloom
To the future that eagerly awaits
That I fear will devour me to nothing
To nothing I can imagine
I gaze upon a beauty
that I can never grasp.
You are forever changing
as the years drift pass.
Shrouded by night, suspended
in darkness so I appear to you.
Bathed in light, watched by another
and I hide from view.
A Mother, a lover a giver of life
if only we were one.
I'm just a barren landscape, you give
me meaning though your work is never done.
We belong together, we are
in a perfect balance.
I am forever staring;
I am in a trance.
You have been witness
to my change of face.
I have a darker side
that you can never trace.
I'm held from you by
an unforeseeable force.
I journey around your light
as I run my course.
All I have to offer you is
my unwavering attention.
Night and day I travel
without any comprehension.
Of what is on your surface,
you give life but to who?
I'm often left to wonder what
dwells within the green and blue?
I may be nothing to you but you
mean the world to me.
I am just a simple moon,
but oh, the things I see.