Inexplicable~
some words are
used as inexplicable~
although the word
itself may seem
perfectly explicable~~
Encourages Exploitive
Opportunism!
Woooohooopsy!
When Memories
Haunt With
In-Explicable
Re-Application:
A Multi-Maleable
Re-Conditional
Condition.
Get Yer Timing
Down! Un-Rhymer.
Is It Non-Sense Yet?
-Gray Squirrel
07-26-2025
If my usual wasn't so ordinary
And didn't span great feats of generic
It may just be shy of extraordinary
A mediocrity so bland I'm hysteric
Enormity in normalcy's highest gear
Worked out so hard and never got abs
Without an ear my regular cannot hear
I'm the base tested against in labs
An everyday, workaday, 10 of a kind
Fantastically, head over heels habitual
Frequency, ooze from me, for oddness I pined
This middle of the road, uniform fool
An average in math I lack sum of the fun
My highest point is the peak of just typical
If my usual started with "un", not a prefix of none
This run of the mill status is biblical
I'm routinely symmetrical time and again
Burst at the seams in familiarity
A dullery so wild it verges on zen
Like a quietness without any clarity
I've searched the great depths of the known
Looked for an in but found not a trace
For my explicable or scrutable down to the bone
Destined to be dazzlingly commonplace.
She's always leaving,
ever returning.
If She stays a while
the heart gets too dizzy,
the mind spins away
becomes a sparrow in Her eyes.
Goddess? Who knows;
'God' is just a short-hand word
for nothing explicable,
however she is faithful
as true as the sweetest kiss,
it is only I that flirts with my
own unreality.
Like all things related to screwballs
and misfits
I was born looking for a word
inside a clock.
Back then, time ticked loudly,
clocks ran faster than chipmunks.
Young bones were fueled by green grenades
plucked from low-hanging life-lines.
I needed words to save the world,
I needed a clock-case to store them in,
I needed speedbumps for my brain.
Mother said that If I lived to be a man
I would be all strewn about
like a crow-pecked scarecrow.
Eventually I discovered
a way to make words bespoke,
to give them meaning
outside of the hide-bound
and buckram dictionary.
Naturally I had to invent my own time-machine,
and had to surrender to a fanciful argot.
For a long while, only blithe revenants
and their little helpers
could read my tenuous tidings.
It was only when my pipsqueak prattle
had the effrontery to call itself ‘poetry’
that some said sadly
that I may be ever so slightly explicable.
Alas mother was right, there is only the clock,
and it runs on mechanical words,
and so I remain a rare bird
bamboozled by age-worn chalk-talk,
a jargon that refuses
to jump out of its own skin.
We know that Jesus Christ is Father Christ
I would like to speak to Him
I know He knows what I intend to speak to Him with
Before I write it
I am confused
You showed me private revelation
Yet it contradicts with 5th Commandment
You will not kill
Catechism of the Catholic Church (CCC) sums up the Bible
It talked about Abortion and Euthanasia
Abortion is killing a fetus
Euthanasia putting an end to lives of handicapped, sick or dying
How will I make Abortion to be morally right
Even You said that the babies are safe in heaven
I’m handicapped or disabled
You did not take me
You know my life is difficult
You have a divine plan in my life
Being on earth
Was Determined and I Persevered with Courage
Hoping You would tell me in my dream
How Abortion can be righteous
How it can be acceptable
Your private revelation cannot be an answer
How can earth make Abortion morally right
I know there is a way
Surprising and welcomed event not explicable by a natural or scientific laws
Therefore work of divine mercy, a Miracle
Written: 8112018
Poetry Form: Dramatic Monologue
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza
The Sovereign, Almighty, omnipotent, omniscient God.
faithful, explicable and searchable
personal yet indescribable
He purls my heart together.
In my quandary, He is there.
A mother, a father He is.
My words point at love
but because of their restrictions,
I use to extol and exalt Him,
the Great God.
The tears I shed,
He removes them all.
When I am weary, He makes me strong.
Elohim
faith, credence I have.
A new formation I am,
a masterpiece of love, joy, peace and happiness.
There it was, my thoughts now plentiful
So ‘tis that my imagination running wild
Doth my eyes be deceitful?
A woman so fair and mild
But behold, my mind lends trickery
To visions of fiction
A complex dream, so persnickety
My heart feels away not explicable by diction
How can this be?
For I eat and drink interminably, and am of great health
For it is not what I imagine, but see
A woman appearing before me of great wealth
It is so, that by my eyes I have sight
But not all things seen, are proven right
When I came home, I saw what you had done.
Those funny sunflowers
spontaneously sprung
and which bordered our drive a bit too carelessly,
reaching their leafy arms a tad too far -
you'd cut them down!
You'd told me on the phone you'd cut the weeds,
and I'd been happy about that. . . until I saw
and understood.
How odd
and yet how utterly explicable it seems to me
that you would look at something bright and blond and beaming
and see a noxious weed.
The driveway looks naked now and uninviting -
similar to how I sometimes see your soul
after you cut me
to the core.
It's funny about sunflowers. . . they always come back,
sometimes to a different spot,
and grinning.
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