Inextricably Poems

- Decrepit Life Dappling Shadows -

  - Not everyone is born under a starry sky ~ but climbed great heights - 
                                                       quote by poet
    

    Near the river I saw the decrepit aged man
    Striped of outerwear
    even though the snow reached his knees

    The ground was inextricably bound by frost
    Bare feet in worn-out shoes across the footpath
    one shaky foot in front of the other

    His body weak, but his will strong
    - fighting as best he can
    focused on survival
    There is a lot of weight on his shoulders

    The world occasionally feels as a bubble
    with distorted truths,
    falsehoods and veneers
    Poor ignorant people

    With glimmer of hope in the pitch dark
    a warm home and a bottle of gin
    Is that too much to ask?

a fine pair

under a sullen moon
silence hovered
my mind meandered
the two soon
inextricably
entwined


AP: Honorable Mention 2025

cinereal

beneath a sullen moon
silence hovered
my mind meandered
the two soon
inextricably
entwined



AP: 3rd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025

Submitted on January 10, 2025 to BRIAN STRAND'S contest 'A 2025 POSTED POEM' - RANKED 3RD

The Fate Of A Braveheart

Life and death intertwined
Love and hate woven together
Inextricably like an aged-old vine
Destiny go hand in hand forever.

Career is a chosen interest to any path
Fate has written in each fingerprints
Only the the braveheart able to evade a shot
To deviate the road taken by footprints.

Dream is a hollow there in the space
Only seen by a risky dreamer noob
The stardust smiles as it line trace
In this vast universe called love.

Life never ends here, mortal
Nor love begins in elated heart
When dove spirit soar in immortal
Signal a soul that soon depart.

Anyone seen the color of beauty
Those untouch things seen only by heart
Bisiege, tremors, and aches felt not easy
When two lips meet it's hard to twart.

Eternity meant for deserving spiritual
A reward for a heart that is obedient
God is so good, fair and factual
Life is beautiful for all the subservient.

Streams flowing into a river

     Streams flowing into a river
        ebbing and flowing
        rising and falling
     The river separating them 
                     back into streams

      Many lives merging 
         into one lifeline
      accounting for everything 
         and nothing
                  at the same time

      Personalities rubbing, chafing
         inexorably blending
       in psychosomatic asynchrony 
         yet linked inextricably 
                               with heaven

      Streams flowing into a river
        The river separating them out
                    back into streams…

Concentric Circles

Lift your celestial gaze to be amazed in Wonder
As has Ptolemy, then Copernicus and Kepler after
Who are the capricious Gods who dance in wander
To revere Mercury? Venus? Mars? Saturn? Jupiter? 

Ptolemy imagined a play staged at his own residence
There the Gods heaved upon us all their vain existence
Trapped by Humanity's Ego, blind to exposed evidence
His glowing Hearth lifting higher embers of negligence

Copernicus heralded the inspirational spark of sacred denial
Orbits dared to be spun into the ire wrath of Church reprisal
Hush your Truth.  Mankind cannot, will not be the Sun's disciple
Calculations implore?  Observations explore?  ASTRONOMICAL!!!

Kepler awoke to his divine intervention lifting the veil of Dogma
He questioned atop ashes of descent burned without anesthesia
A revolution uproar of Ellipses stretching in variable speed inertia
The Gravity of his Truth pulling inextricably at undisputable raw data

The moral of this recounting is to shun the fantasies touted by Elves
Be wise.  Be curious.  Gather the courage to see Truth for yourselves

Me

The vaulted sky set
with stars, water lapping the pier
in prayer and all around me,
the late evening air still warm
from the day. What holds this
all together also holds me
in the moment, the gentle breeze
that is blowing in from the sea
is my breath, the restlessness 
that moves deep below 
the surface calm 
is my restlessness.

I am tired of holding out,
at times thrashing against gravity
to preserve the subterfuge of me.
Be it alone or a part of the evening
in its quiet rest, the drift of the tides
and the star filled heavens
arched in splendor above me,
we are all being drawn inextricably  
towards a somewhere, knowingly 
or unaware, joyously or in fear,
towards home.

Two Streams that Converge

Two streams that converge
   And flow inextricably
Are like two lovers
   Meandering about who meet -

Not knowing anything of what
   They were missing before
But now having full sight
   Each of the other -

Who rejoice at the freshet
   And meld and flow as one
Assured of their fate
   And their continual love.

The Dawn

Written: April 06, 2024

                  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Behold the moon, an aesthetic gem in the night sky.
A golden tint of dawn was approaching nearby. 

They're inextricably linked, to my soul with grace.
Mother, moon, and I in the dawn embrace.

With the moon to my left and dawn to my right.
I greet my friend as morning takes flight. 

And as darkness strikes, I bid my mother farewell.
Our love endures through all ebbs and life swell.

A Rose Gave Up Her Secret

A rose gave up her secret
   Of its origin – of its beauty –
In the shadow of her crescent –
   Fiercely hushed once to me.

She told me of a plan of love
   And a Master Gardener who
Has a touch of silver that betrothed
   The rose to the morning dew

And described a plane in between
   Nothing and a foundation –
The design of which is unbreached –
   That lies in an unmeasured dimension

But her exact words were lost
   To the enjambment of my memory –
Moreover – my comprehension lapsed –
   Found lost inextricably.

The Devil Is Desire

In the depths of longing, where passions burn,
Resides a force, the devil's desire of fire.
With fiery eyes and a wicked grin,
He tempts and seduces, inviting you in.

His touch, like fire, ignites the soul's flame,
Unleashing cravings that bear no shame.
In whispered promises, he weaves his spell,
Drawing you closer to his tempting hell.

With every heartbeat, his manhood grows,
As temptation's tendrils, like wildfire's, blow.
He dances with your dreams, a devilish choreography,
Fanning desire's flames forevermore.

But beware his embrace, for it leads astray,
Into a realm where darkness sways.
Though enticing, this path is treacherous ground,
Where pleasure and pain are inextricably abound.

In the abyss of yearning, the devil waits,
His desires entwined with tempting fates.
Resist his call, hold firm to your soul ,
For the devil is desire, a All consuming fire.

Whispers In the Shadows

Where the haze of the soul and heart meet
As darkness wiggles and enigmas excrete
Whispers hit over an unfathomable abyss
A story of love and shadows starts to wiss

Amid a mist of ambiguity and skepticism,
an opus of whispers bursts aestheticism.
Invisible hands oversee the visceral dance,
When light and shadow share a glance.

Soft, seductive, shadowy muttering,
Raising awareness over innate yearning
Such ethereal sparks on a gloomy night
Sparking zeal to sustain the fire bright.
 
Within the eerie abyss of one's heart
Love and gloom share an intense start.
Our bond is a tango of dim light and shade
As tales disappear and real facts are laid. 

 "In the misty corridors of the soul"
The harm of gossip is lasting and taking its toll.
Inextricably linked with affection and gloom
A dance of lies for all to witness and bloom.
 
Murmurs resound with an introspective tune
We're reaching closer as we quest and swoon.
Digging into the worst depths of our appetite
Grasping the reality that generates love tight.
*3

Foreshadows the Open Form

FORESHADOWS
of
a
close engagment
ever-present
&
predetermined

  authentic
 surprises
without
 semantic
alterntives

 unadulturated
living
so
invaluable
an
 obsessive
refrain
 inextricably
blended
without
intricate
pattern
ordered
&adhered
yet
respecting
judgement
in a
corresponding
exporation
accented
multiplicity
  scanned
then
 expunged


NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.

Take Me There

There’s nothing like the lovely rustic charm
Exuded by the far flung lush green country farm
Where trees in majesty sweep heaven with their crown
And birds with celestial music, the surrounding valley drown

Where the air, so pristine and sweet like the forest glade
And Heaven with rich profusion bless the country wide. 
Where the rural folk in relentless toil, values, and pride
With their simple, artless, and modest life reside

My senses have ere long etched every sight n’ sound
Of that countryside wherein my childhood inextricably bound
Take me to that place of bliss to which I long to retreat
And splurge in memories that cascade down in surfeit.

Dec. 10.2022

Entered For Brian's Contest- Your Pick Again

Take Me There- Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Margarita Lillico

january machinations

under a sullen moon
silence hovered
my mind meandered
the two soon
inextricably
entwined



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

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