Unexplainably Poems | Examples

War On Stage

Sinister

And attractive is

The rising of war..

It is the story

Of separation

Dressed as glory

And sizzle..

But also as 

Suffering in

The extreme..

It appears

On stage

Unexplainably

Spontaneously

To no one..

As do

Other stories

Of explanation

Of nations

Of alley fights

Of peacemaking...

Poetry As Passport

Everything appearing as nothing..

Obviously the reverse of

Nothing appearing as everything..

In their turn

Each seems to propose a source..

Language seems to have

Source talk embedded..and cannot

Capture the paradox of what is

Unexplainably

Simultaneous..

Poetry may be the passport...

Time Takes Our Trust

TIME TAKES OUR TRUST

Time takes our entire trust
And the appearance of it was the first.
Time has lived unexplainably BC 
Taking prominence in all the city.
This timed write is littered with rhymes.
An untimely timing of our times
Always makes time to time trust untimely
At any given time wholly and totally.
When the boat of trust has a leak
The ghost of time would speak
And break or make our entire trust:
That trust in a horse's health,
That trust in a camel's strength,
That trust in the tameness of a wolf,
That trust in a boy's love
Or that trust in a whore's oath.
Time exposes all and reveals growth.
TIME TAKES OUR TRUST.

VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 2009.

The Smidget and Her Guru

The Puggily Smidgeburner and her Prettisome Guru
Huddled on the mountain searching for intensified solitude
Asking for answers on life's complicated absurdities
Which is near impossible in Galveston's low altitude

In the midst of a cerebral moment of blind groping
Puggily was unexplainably attracted to Guru
She was unnerved at the thought of physical connectedness
Could it be-thought she- high altitude was driving her cuckoo

Puggily Smidgeburner didn't walk, she ran down the mountain
Her Prettisome Guru watched the spectacle and shook his head
He had planned a gloriosity of a search for the truth
But Smidgeburners have always tended to think best in a bed

So he sat down on a nearby rock warmed by the morning sun
And thought of the truth he came here to capture - then said,"Forsooth!"
He pictured Puggity Smidgeburner and her seductive eyes
And he knew he had missed a golden chance - and that is the truth

2-25-19
Contest:The Smidget Puggily and Her Prettisome Guru
Sponsor:Caren Krutsinger

Sunshine and Daisies

I recently heard something that caught my attention
Whether it's true or not, it was worth the mention

   Now I can't quote it word for word
But this is my story and what I heard

   To be a writer, you must be mad
Grew up with no dad 
Unexplainably sad
Your life, a mess, just downright bad
This would explain the success you've had 

   I won't protest
It would be hypocritical 
I must confess
I'm compulsively cynical 

   My head isn't filled with sunshine and daisies
I might just be, one of the crazies

Between Love and Hate

Is there a name for that place we go
Between love and hate but are afraid to show
The place where smiles turn into tears
And one more day turns into years

Do you know that place where someone's touch
Unexplainably turns from pleasure to pain
Of this place do you know of such
Where blue skies fall like rain

Where the playful wink becomes a stare
And the light you see in their eye becomes a glare
The heartfelt kisses of long ago
Now a peck on the cheek just for show

Trusting each other becomes suspicions untold
Never each other again to hold
The I love you becomes I don't care
The same dreams you no longer share

Is that place fear or maybe despair
When you realize they no longer care
Is there a name for that place we go
Between love and hate but are afraid to show

©Donna Jones

Things I Don'T Like

Pet droppings on upholstery
Roaches (they freak me out most preposterously)
Elevators that stall out 'tween floors unexplainably
Jello, most eighties music,  bigots, irresponsibility
Insincerity fencing for popularity

Soul Mates

Two souls drawn to each other, that was fate
Attracted by the so-called force called lust
Magnetization of two scents, this was great
There was a time when love was not a must
You and I were just running away from hate
While others were searching out for dust
Constantly looking for a romantic mate

At first driven by our sexual appetite, haunted
We were so strong and unexplainably wonderful
Weeks went by, we got emotionally bonded
Months elapsed, we simply became faithful
Deeply sincere with our hearts, we collided
Our hearts exploded freeing butterflies, blissful
We became one and our selves are forever tied

Yours...Is the Most Beautiful Smile

Yours..is the most beautiful smile,
the source of all my inspirations;
that star never fading, always outshining others...


And from it joy is emanated;
with the speed of a shooting star,
to earth it falls, for me to catch it without harm...



Mona Lisa may have the most perfect smile,
but yours is the densest and fondest;
so fresh and alive...a blooming flower awaiting light...   



The Italian Renaissance's painters and poets could not have imagined
a beauty so delicate, inspiring and pure existing in my time;
Dante's passion for Beatrice turning into deprivation and desire...



What my vision beholds is unexplainably mysterious and yet simple,
purity and innocence reflecting your soul's mirror to make me gaze deeper;
entrust all your thoughts and feelings to me, and I will be your keeper... 



Yours...is the rarest and most attractive smile,
and on it unblemished love can be built, a fortress outlasting time;
unafraid, share it with me to explore the wonders of this universe...   


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Troubled State of Mind

I feel somber and distressed.
Life is unpredictable added with stress.

And yet, at times; daily life is monotonous.
Blithe indifference to anyones lewdness.

Feeling dysphoric laden with despair.
Trying to hang on; why should I care?

Dancing with intrusive thoughts of a permanent end.
Sinking in quicksand my mind slowly descends.

Really there is no rhyme; or no reason..
For my state of mind; of its own treason.

Fighting on the grounds of the "mental battlefield".
Dropping my guard; defenseless without my shield.

Taking another step in this muddle-headed land "mind".
Unexplainably  made me feel somewhat repined.

Trapped in this existence and the next...
Why does this "reality" have to be so perplexed?

A troubled mind barters with trials and tribulations.
Always wondering aimlessly full of unanswered questions.

Right When She Left

strange relief, since she left,
he had been feeling so right,

     though down and out, yet so
     exhilaratingly high and light,

so unexplainably much better
though beaten and battered,

     his self-respect stood strong
     where it ultimately mattered.

Moonlight Date

Love is 
Fire
In moonlight night
Body and soul tingles on a green 
Unexplainably, silent 
Sky 
Pictures us

Glory and Gold, Or Love and Life

our days are now numbered
as we creep into the years
we are raging into the future
yet we haven't found the wheel to steer
concentrate we must
for this world is cold
prevailing are the ones
that shall stand up so bold
when you die , if your name
is not carved in stone
the only way you shall be remembered
is letters on your headstone
for of the billions of people
in the world of today
only few know
to live one day
as if it is your last
for any day your life
may be taken in a flash
so many people are consumed
with money and power
how truly valuable is that 
in our very last hour?
we base all our codes
on possession of gold
yet life is more precious
as one grows old
will you be remembered 
for your insatiable greed
or will your name be imortal
by your unprecidented good deeds?
money in this day
is more than addictive
consumed by it you may
turn unexplainably vindictive
base your life not on love
but by wealth and power
yet as the question above clearly states
wealth is nothing
in a mans last hour

Treasures

Something happened with my mind and its getting worse in time,
Scarcely I walk through town constantly feel concentrated eyes
From all angles bound, is it me, or a town maybe it is the world
My pulse increases but unexplainably my enthusiasm decreases
Life seems to cease everything is a tease working so hard to please
Brought to my knees daily because of a dam disease

Greatly is the need to drain the pressure 
Diverting a explosion that is beyond measures
With all this disease has taken, it leaves me with 
Continuous shaking, a precious treasure
For my life is now in short a measure 
Today and everyday no matter what occurs
Is a pleasure I will continue to seek life’s treasures

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