Ineluctable Poems

Predictable, yet --

       High-brow met low-brow 

       Arrogance was predictable 

          unsurprisingly ineluctable

          ~ thoroughly unelectable

Escape

at the edge of the cliff, 
she stood,
determined…….
eyes limpid pools of sadness
hair wind swept.
flawed….
damaged?

the swirling enormity below
inviting….!
nested in her own ignorance,
never knowing there’s poison,
in the sting of bees,
as dripping honey
in their combs.
in the heat waves of life
consumed without flame
yes, an escape ineluctable!
perhaps more to cover a secret…

SWISH….!

the water below parted noisily,
sloshed up… but the tug was fierce.
down, down….
she slid,
into the silver chambers
to be garlanded by mermaids!

Let's Say No To Suicide

World at times is a spring of mirth
And at times a root of melancholiness,
Gaiety and ruth are ineluctable quirk of nature
Where it leaves no beings unbrushed.
Bight trice would shimmer some days
And putrid flash would strike at times,
Discern that's a puissant canon of nature.
When grievance mounts the golden throne,
When relation twists into tears,
When desires wrench into agony,
Never hell bent to confide suicide 
For those troubles proceed the incredible comforts that follows
Alike the precession of hell heretofore the heaven.
Whenever melancholic flash haunts you
And coerce you to confide suicide,
Think no other than thy indulgent mother
Who lugged you almost a year in her belly
And who raise you up, with vacant scars
Physically and mentally, all well sound.
She never raise you up, to entertain thy death unnatural and astound,
She just raise you to live a life 
And amend world into a ameliorate place to dwell in,
Life is a precious douceur of God 
And thy mother is a God in human form,
So let's say no to suicide in all tastes of life.

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Nefarious

I am the ghastly red face consigned upon a black canvas. The capacity of my hands become quite knavish tricks with minacious intent. I am the ineluctable doom the will run down your way like trailing clouds of lightning. I drink your blood and I feast on your skin.

My Moonbeam

Moonbeams slide
Control the tide
Guide Oceans apart 
Eco collapsing background 
A shooting star for true dreams
Never has life been so zombie-like
You are your own addict
A mutant destiny

Ocean’s apart odd people aside
Muck with her smile and ill muck with your day

Like and Love pajamas gloves
I love my woman 
She has a set of kick ass legs
She has control over the saints of weakness
I love my woman 
Nothing can wait ineluctable saint
Ocean’s apart odd people aside
Muck with her smile and ill muck with your day
Moonbeams slide
Control the tide
Ocean’s apart, odd people aside
An ECO-collapsing background 
The only immolated truth

Her Time

HER TIME

ill- dated she thought
ill-humored her birth brought
ill-omened her race
ill-starred her pace.

Through thick hide
Though beffudled
Hard-boiled she remained
Her bright future is imminent.

Ineluctable is her fate
Bridled by unknown
Blithe she ever has been
Awaiting a pleasant futurity.

An Ijeoma Ikonne's poem © 2021

Ocean

Moonbeams slide
Control the tide
Guide Oceans apart 
Eco collapsing background 
A shooting star for true dreams
Never has life been so zombie-like
You are your own addict
A mutant destiny

Ocean’s apart odd people aside mess
with her smile and ill mess with your day

Like and Love pajamas gloves
I love my woman 
She has a great set of legs
She has control over the saints of weakness
I love my woman 
Nothing can wait ineluctable saint
Ocean’s apart odd people aside
Mess with her smile and ill mess with your day
Moonbeams slide
Control the tide
Ocean’s apart, odd people aside
An ECO-collapsing background 
The only immolated truth

The Agony

in the 
ineluctable
grasp
of an
eye's
blink
the years
of praying
lonely
terrifying
vulnerable
oh, 
the agony --
the verdict
life or
death
the
pendulum
 swings

Ineluctable

under this gray suburban sky
if my heart will be made of stone
I swear, it will be pumice stone
 it will float
over resentment and disaffection
over boredom and illusion
over anger and incomprehension
over discrimination.....

if my heart will be made of stone
my body will be the water where it will float
.......................

sotto questo grigio cielo suburbano
se il mio cuore sarà di pietra
lo giuro, sarà pietra pomice
  galleggerà
sopra il risentimento e la disaffezione
sopra la noia e l'illusione
sopra la rabbia e l'incomprensione
sulla discriminazione .....

se il mio cuore sarà di pietra
il mio corpo sarà l'acqua dove galleggerà
...................
bajo este cielo suburbano
si mi corazón sera de piedra
lo juro, sera piedra pómez
y flotará
sobre resentimiento y desafección
sobre aburrimiento e ilusión
sobre la ira y la incomprensión
sobre la discriminación .....

si mi corazón sera de piedra
mi cuerpo sera el agua donde el flotará

Marco Bo

Predictable

PREDICTABLE  SCHMICTABLE!

There’s one thing assured in this physical world
More than death and taxation so physicists say
It’s the increase in entropy, in time unfurled
With less predictability, more disarray

Now I’m not being morbid asserting this fact
(Only true without man sticking long finger in)
And there are some of us with compulsion to act
And resist ineluctable chaos and spin

But imagine the converse some might choose to hold
Each atom predictable in a neat stack
Every instant in utter precision pre-told
And announced in a modern Old Moore’s Almanac

There are days when we feel: Just a moment! Hold on!
Could I have some more predictability sure
I’ve enough of this chaos so let it be gone
And I’ll live more like my perfect neighbour next door

But then what of the thrill when we once get it right
No not every time; that’s for slaves not the free
The uncertainty principle kept within sight
Will give us some relief from that old ennui

 So join with me to now go forth boldly and say
A perfected predication with no adverse
Minute portion of spices of disarray
That alternate bland menu could be but a curse

2 December 2019

Disarray

BLESSED DISARRAY!

There’s one thing that’s assured in this physical world
More than death and taxation so physicists say
It’s the increase in entropy, time unfurled
Or in other words there will be more disarray

Now I’m not being morbid asserting this fact
(Only true without man sticking long finger in)
And there are some of us with compulsion to act
And resist ineluctable chaos and spin

But imagine the converse some might choose to hold
Each atom in total controlled and neat stack
Every instant with utter precision pre-told
And announced in a modern Old Moore’s Almanac

There are days when we feel: Just a moment! Hold on!
Could I have some more predictability sure
I’ve enough of this chaos so let it be gone
And I’ll live more like my perfect neighbour next door

But then what of the thrill when we once get it right
No not every time; that’s for slaves not the free
The uncertainty principle kept in our sight
Will give us some relief from that old ennui

 So join with me to now go forth boldly and say
That perfection unlimited with no adverse
And no portion of spices of disarray
That alternate bland menu could be but a curse

Humble Gratuity Flows Easily

zealous woozily throbbing
quintessentially narcotic
karaoke humble ecstasy bubbling
yawningly vibrantly

singing praises motivates
ineluctable fancy caparisoned
zestfully whooping tellingly
quaking novel kindles

heartfelt essence
blubbering yipping vocalizations
sincerely pronouncing
myriad jubilant gleefulness

describing absolute x2c
unbridled rhapsodic
obeisance loosening
inimitable fabulous communication

zeroing wakened tremendous pleasure
marinating joie de vivre
gurgling dynamically aspiring xylem
unstoppably roiling

overtly liberal fawning calculus
zinging wordy tome
proclaiming motive jangling
glorifying divine adulating

x uber rants obediently liberating
inducing fantastic crowing zestfully
warbling tenderly quiet nursing kingdom
harkening enjoyment bestirring

x unnumbered remarks
outlining linkedin impressiveness
from crocheting zany way
this poet marries juxtaposed grammar

describing atypical xfinity urging requiem
oozing libation inside
fleshly corporeal Zen wordsmith thyself
questioning messenger's (mine) jabbering
gets decoded accurately.

February On Wildmoor Heath

FEBRUARY ON WILDMOOR HEATH

Across the Heath the chill'ed land is sleeping
The cyclic pattern of seasonal life bespeaking
Bushes hunched, bare trees holding themselves still
Not restrained by death but life's farseeing will

The grasses, sedge and reeds withered dried and flaxen
Restrained soft shades of colours' rarefaction
Only holly and pine maintain pigmentation verdant
Not yet time to select a spectrum more divergent

With wisdom each life employs a cautious strategy
Not now to dare the relentless advance of entropy
They bide their time, for the moment they can delay
The ineluctable annual vernal affray

In a score of days and  nights life will be stirring
The survival drive restored and action spurring
Mother Nature will awaken stretch and yawn
But for now deepest sleep is just before the dawn

Fate's Game

Fate’s Game
              by Odin Roark

Like innocent spray atop a tsunami curl,
You ride your controlled serendipity,
Delivering surety in an unexpected twist,
Destiny’s setup for drama that follows.

Never satiating your alacrity,
You fish-oil-coat your barbed cunning,
Slipping lathered lures easily
Down gullible throats of anticipation.

For you,
Making another landfall
Is just another layer
Added to your flotsam-beach theatrics,
Designed like playful foreshadowing
For a planned second and third act dénouement.

Oh how you chortle 
Amid your game of certainty,
Bedding the unsuspecting like a predestinate,
A loan-out reality guised in wet dream duplicity,
Arousing our trust,
Yet never awarding a curtain call
Of our own choice.

Quandary persists.

After all,
Like nature’s often sardonic casting,
You are fate,
The ever-floating understudy,
An ineluctable wave-curl in waiting,
An unrevealed power we know not of
Until…

Theater of Illusion

Half of you is there to stay
The other half has fallen away
You grew tired and hid in your skin like a splinter
Just how the bears vanish from the cold and harsh winter
And it wasn't until you stopped loving before you evolved
It was gone for so long and the problems couldn't be resolved
The elements of your mind dissolve into shapeless time
The features of your face collapse into a numbed place
And you know in the back of your head that she’ll never understand
The nightmares that you’re constantly awake through
The cravings that dominate, that take you
To this ineluctable theater of illusion
The beginning ablaze of your own preclusion
She’ll never understand the deception of this theater
She’ll never see your loving perception of her either
A ghost seeps through your seams and creeps through your dreams
And you can’t help but to think of this inferior idea
That if black water flooded the inside of your flask
You could live forever as a ghost wearing a mask
And you can’t help but yearn for this inferior idea
That if black water corrupted your every single task
You could die forever as a ghost wearing a mask
Remaining in the audience at the theater of illusion

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