Ineffably Poems

Love with pain

I am ineffably in love with this pain
When your soft tender lips
Brush against my salty cheeks
And your hands warm my neck
I am in love with this pain again
When you pick me up in your arms 
And cuddle me close to your heart
Until our breath synchronises its way
I once  am in love with this pain again
When you treat me like your little baby
Bringing coffee and watching Disney movies
Along with me,All day
Oh god I love this pain, 
once again.

Lotus

Ineffably, I explore the width of the earth, my sillage an ode to life. Smile of serenity.
I lotus, exude wisdom as I age in stage, petals fade like memories, in purity. Parade akin chameleon. Spin in mud, reawaken like purged Alchemy In your garden. 

I ignite your aesthetic apex, stealing glances I see. Sips from my kiss, butterflies pollinate my ears, lured by the susurrous laments, birds slumber on my blooming arms. Chipmunks like drunks, dart on my toes.
Bees dance in the air, mate like spiders.

Dominion Vs the Voter

~I have to wonder what it's like.~
         ........
After all, I live in a world so twisted.
Where wrong is right, and right is so ineffably misted.

Where destruction of cities is a daily habit.
By Socialiist and Antifa, with less brains than wild rabbits.

When our great Republic may indeed fall,
Crushed by the diabolical Dominion's Wall.

And the brainwashed world,ah yes,they think it's fine.
They hate America with its freedoms and republic sunshine!


                        ~God keep us totally free~
When votes are but trash,America cannot be!
   

                              11-29-2020
                              10:38pm PST

Lotus of 1000 Petals

Fixing the Ajna point between eyebrows
we may draw a circle horizontal 
traversing eyes, temples, ears till Medulla
seamless energy band spherical 

Likewise we may mark the upward path
rising up straight & vertical
via Guru & Sahasrara, Bindu & Medulla
as the energy loop ovoidal

The lotus at crown is said to have 1000 petals
each of which must blossom in ignition 
bewildering is the magnificence of Gods miracle 
cognising all of Brahman resident within 

Futile is reading doctrines & scriptures
for the actuality of is-ness is ineffably beauteous 
as we resistancelessly flow in the current
each nuance within potent awakening thunderous

13-September-2020

Disposal of Solitude - At Least I'M Trying

I acquire grievous compost in my mind’s glass eye,
piles and piles of waste debris lingers-
my subconscious feeds my intellect
and I am left breathing pure black ash

sinister by true nature yet pure as the whitest gold,
I seek the landfill only the poor seek;
for the needy realize the worth of
nourishment, not material wealth

my mind cracks open ineffably with vivid memories,
and this junkyard dwells where things
do not inhabit the universe - well needed
healthy thoughts ascend when the pure
crystalline hourglass stands perfectly still- 
(as still as an imperial monumental column)

fear of the acumen residue in my dark mind procures,
feet planted firmly, standing upright-
ephemeral thoughts in my mind’s glass
eye flow through my bone marrow-
I embrace the remnants of solitude that 
restlessly reside in my favorite junkyard;
(where I shall salvage what joy I have 
left, and yearn to dispose of pain's refuse)


22 lines (sorry I just could not delete anymore lines)

October 31, 2019
Craig Cornish
My Favorite Junkyard Poetry Contest

The Composing Creativity of Humankind

The BBS has the tracks of how your gestations condescend,
your keyboard is where your fingers time and again stumble.
Numb and dumb, short-winded nib despairs of the scutwork's end;
In regard to your mumpsimus, succumbing to ink inundation, prostrate paper ceases to mumble.


Once arises the idea of an art creation, ineffably blent
or the one free from the rough-and-tumble,
pristine pulchritude, original mindscapes' most faithful fere, 
shrinks and shrivels the way Venus dodges factitious smear.

Repressed Voice

Every morning at the window aside,
I find myself waiting for the sun,
To raise up and melt the snow, 
The frost so hoar and numb.

Brooding on my thoughts so long,
Never did they hatch in this icy alp,
So still I keep waiting for the sun,
To watch this avalanche realm's fall.

In the darkness of night, I waited, 
With a melancholic lullaby to lull-
The lucid sky to a dreamless sleep,
So the sun can drive in brisk.

Imbibing the cold wester I lay,
With my fossilising will, to stand, 
Gaped eyes set at the horizon,
Oathed never to shut but die.

Alpine sun flaming high above,
Melting ice, watering my hopes,
My reflections blooming in the buds,
I kiss my death, ineffably alive.

Smitten By You

Trudging on a lonely road
In somewhat desolated and dreary mode
Stumbled upon someone ineffably enchanting
And felt the desire to espouse her, augmenting.
Ah! Her dulcet voice and ravishing charm
That pierced my heart without harm.

I told myself “Yes, I have different goals, peremptory
But to estrange this girl is incendiary”
Having a yak with her was indelible
I asked “When could be our next date? Probable?
She could’ve balked, as her schedule was awry
But she replied “Thursday, dine or a movie?”

The first haphazard kiss was something ethereal.
Oh! Nidhi, my sweetheart, do u belong to Arcadia, for real?
For the moments I spend with you render a catharsis, inexplicable
Frankly, I doubt if I could requite you with something that capable.
I don’t care about the insecurities or the tempests my love would suffer
I’ll always be with you, Love you forever.

Never could I find love commensurate to yours, for me
And I know of nothing as beautiful as your smile for me.
I’m acutely smitten by you
Mind if I bought a Persian kitten for you?

Athena Part Ii

You fill cavities in me I never knew were there
Like you dug inside and wildly bloomed
I felt your inviting light invade the sleep
‘Til I was jarred, shorn up, and doomed  

I still think somehow I will I saturate you, too 
When he doesn’t love you the way that I do
When I sleepwalk and find myself in you

I watch you late night when you dance to infinity	
With a fire I wish you’d feel for me 
Brimming and beautiful and ineffably free
As though you and I were meant to be

I sleep for days to shake you off
I see you out and nostalgically stop  

I watch you blush as I plainly stare
You laugh and go on unaware   

but 

     how

          you

bleed

through the mind-numbingly empty
And blunt humdrum liars and sickening travesty
I pick you out of the crowd with such fluttering ease
You stick out like the moon through the autumn trees

Sometimes you smile as you watch me pass by 
But I am letting you go, this time, this night 
I am nothing against your backdrop of sky,

A shadow within your celestial light.

Ineffable

O, to find the words that describe
How I feel In my beloved's eye. 
Like a mighty lion before household cat
As fierce champion to his victim before a spat
Roaring ocean before modest pond;
A tornado upon a city soon-to-be-gone.
O, to find the words that describe
How I feel when cast a glint from my beloved's eye. 

If only I might draw up proper rhyme
A verse to do justice to Beloved, in due time. 
I pray thee, let it bleed out on this page, my mind,
To let one see how it is she stirs this chest of mine. 

Yes, indeed, mighty lion to lowly cat;
Fierce champion to opponent he would snap;
Roaring ocean to man-made splash;
Twister upon the village it would dash. 
You see the emotion my dear, my darling, in my chest doth cause to swell? 
One would say to great pleasure and joy it should to me compel. 

And, yea, alas, it would, if at all,
If it did not speak of me as ineffably small. 
For lion, ocean, champion; I am not he. 
But cat, splash, and broken-one-to-be. 
Nor twister, with harsh voice and fretful gale, am I
But rather the village laid waste in the blink of an eye.

Liberating Arts

To what end art,
or music, or poetry,
but to frame a moment
and simply see something
of that moment itself,
ineffably ordinary and peculiar;
her seamed and wrinkled face,
a silence broken to uneven lengths,
the exact expression of love -
and in that moment have revealed
something you hide from yourself,
an ability to remove the frame
and still see the beauty

Moon Morgans

MOON MORGANS

On a clear night    long about October’s end
When the wind is wailing a dies irae
And your brain    befitting the season    is newly webbed
With la ronde des lutins (the round of the goblins)
Laughing in eerie chorus
Catch!
Swallow hard!
Then look ye up!

The great golden eye will appear slightly misted    and
Flitting much like strange    derby-wearing    cigar chewing
                                                                            circus criers
Are these small    pot-bellied    men with wings
Called by weird mystics    “Moon Morgans”

You will hear them sing a burlesque tune
They hover just above mother earth
Though they appear quite close to the lunar apparition
So far away -  mind’s eye and ear    you know

“Too  ra  loo  ra,  pumpkin pie
Too  ra  loo  ra,  up in the sky
Too  ra  loo  ra,  my oh my
Too  ra  loo  ra,  oh how we fly!”

“This is nonsense!” you will say
But of course!
Moon Morgans are ineffably stupid

Blue Blanket

I sleep beyond its warmth
I envision upon its touch

In this world exists a hell lot of blankets
But this, ineffably, I admire very much

In shades of light blue
My blanket wraps me tight

Its color a deep, tender comfort
Resembling a departing night 

Across the wide distances of cold
I am shielded amid its warm fluff

I begin to sink in skies, as soon as
I lay my head upon its cloudy puff

In this world exists a hell lot of blankets
But this, ineffably, I admire very much

I now yearn to sleep all day
Within its magical, surreal clutch

In Honor of Teeds

Multicolored tears
For one gone too soon
And one who’s denied her hand to hold
Halfway through his journey towards manhood 

“Life’s not fair.”
She told him so
Mothers do
When teachers play favorites
Or party invitations never come
Or Christmas budgets aren’t big enough for
Wish lists. 

But this. 

It’s too big
Even for Mother. 

So we weep
And we pray
And in our naked helplessness we come
Together
Giving of ourselves and receiving from others
With a rare and sacred gentleness
We share
And honor the ineffably beautiful spirit
Who breathes love and life in us and through us and among us
Every day 

Today that spirit was purring.

Kathleen Taylor -  b August 27th 1965 - d October 4th 2006

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