Short Inexorably Poems
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inexorably
inevitably
irrevocably
the week winds down
like an old-fashioned
wristwatch
time for
the hands
to rest
The high melt waters rush
Feeding springs annual event
As over the ancient rock
Water tumbles effervescent
As it heads inexorably to the sea
In its headlong descent
Form:
slime travel
joyous explorers
inexorably spreading
nature’s mucus trail
John G. Lawless
11/5/2016
Nature Wakes
Earth turns
Each day dawns anew
Memories enhance views
Time
Inexorably weathers and wethers
Why wonders
When nears
Where changes wanderlust
Satisfaction soothes
Together triumphs
Are you glad that we two met
in someone's dorm room -
alcohol and youth and us,
strangers in the night?
A course of pain and pleasure,
inexorably
set - do you regret we're not
strangers in the night?
I have a predilection
for the helping professions
As well, for artistic self-expression
I'll take my leave with this confession
Other 'pursuits' are no more than repression
~ That lead inexorably to depression
As long as we continue to accept
the screaming of ‘allahu akbar’
in praise of those who gleefully
remove the heads of men,
whilst at the same time choosing to ignore
the fact that the name of Jesus Christ
is heard most often in the context of a curse;
then we are gradually, but inexorably,
handing over our future to the enemy.
‘Tis true, time waits for no man, but moves swiftly along
Age to eon, in big laps or small, time is never retrievable
Once gone it can never be recaptured, even in song
Moving inexorably forward into realms unbelievable.
written May 24, 2021
entered "Time" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
Wounded by its lack
Distrustful of it
Inured to its absence
In thrall to its allure
Fooled by its simulacrum
Estranged from it
Paralysed by fear of losing it
Inexorably exposed to it
Resolved against it
Consumed by longing for it
A scholar to its foreign texts
A slave to its compulsions
Compelled to search for it
Forever
Hopeful
Rain fell inexorably down,
filling every ginnel and spit
'til all was a blanket, a crown,
and naught projected up from it.
Beneath were clock towers and tall
surfaces, drifting with foam,
buildings once rife with activity
now silent, no longer a home
'cept for fishes and floating debris,
hives not humming with energy,
still as a grave.
We moved inexorably
towards idiocracy
we slipped without grip
towards dependency
We prayed filled with nothing
but false ecstasy
we crept towards our death
instinctively
We lived as slaves
fully and intentionally
We are Pompeii, Herculaneum
the ones who filled
the stadium
Called for pitiless blood
to warmly run
worshiped bearded men
and starry sun
causation, ruination
living and dead
Form:
Headlong you rush towards your
perceived, intended destination.
Eager to reach the journey's end.
Forgetful of an indifferent grave that
awaits with a cold embrace of dirt
offering scant, uneasy comfort.
Speeding, racing, hurtling through
the hours, days, months, years –
inexorably pursued by relentless time.
Oh, intolerant, weak creature!
How you are haunted by this
undeniability:
Dying
You are, from the moment of your
birth.
So feather light is my soul today
That one kind breath of a word from you
Sends me flurrying high with the breeze,
Carrying, extolling Creation's secret wisdom,
As the golden dandelion
Entrusts her children to the billowing,
Willow-swaying
Zephyrs.
I yield to the wonder of the warm wind’s caress,
My love pirouetting toward you,
Inexorably
Supporting my heart’s glad intention
To grow tall,
Strong;
To thrive within your rich,
Welcoming, earthy
Abundance.