"inextricably" poems
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Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 4:53 PM UTC
We walk along the beach at night,
Arms entwined and hearts entwined,
Waves lapping 'gainst our feet,
Pebbles scurrying like sand ***** 'twixt our toes.
Talking about ***** we are both
A little tickly in the naughty bits department,
As the gentle summer breeze
Wafts through our matted ***** hairs.
Just a brief hour or two ago,
We were strangers at the Pier disco,
And now our histories are to be
Inextricably linked by fate.
I do not know that, in a month or so,
I shall need to send you
A little yellow contact slip
From the Margate Hospital special clinic
Informing that you have been exposed to
A most unpleasant social disease
Which, with a bit of rotten luck,
Could easily rot your insides.
But, for now, our thoughts are far away
As we laugh and joke together
In our new found post-coital,
Youthful lovers' camaraderie,
Not wanting to speak too loudly or disturb
The copulating pair by the nearby breakwater
(Not that they'd be put off by a thunderclap
Seeing as how he's on the short strokes by now).
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 12:19 PM UTC
I'm stuck inside
The psychosis
I know this
I have a doctoral degree
In Reality
I have been taught
The architecture
And structure
Of the grand psychosis
I know this
I have been goaded
I have been guided
I have been shown
Inside
The minds of men
Who whirl around
Their imagined worlds
Boys and girls
Unaware
Fighting phantoms
In thin air
I should dis appear
Yet
I find myself
Still
Inextricably
Involved
In ordinary appearances
I'm inside
The psychosis
I know this
HELP!
Sean Hunt
Windermere November 9 2015
https://vimeo.com/145132005 (recitation)
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 1:16 PM UTC
You are witnessing a prodigious talent and promise, and to a lesser extent but still to the degree whereby it should keep you awake at night writhing in cold sweats, your life, slip agonisingly through your open and clammy palms. Promise means so little if not actualised. You have been granted chance after warning after fortuitous escape yet have blithely spurned every omen and will one day fall, swiftly and perhaps terminally. You are almost certainly depressed. You say you love your girlfriend, and you mean it wholeheartedly when you do, but you worry that the relationship perpetuates as without her there would be no reason to rise with the sun. Even if the relationship is unstable, and at times verging on the unhealthy, you believe you love her but are too great a coward to consider decisive action if that belief is to reside or subside. Your friends range from kind and honest yet deeply flawed to somehow toeing an inextricably thin line between dependability and duplicitousness. Conversations with a certain few of your friends necessitate decrying every undercooked ethos you've every conned yourself into believing you hold (you could well be the most hypocritical liberal to walk the earth, for you are innately and irrepressibly selfish) yet you still nod placidly as your conscience squirms. Grotesquely, like a beaten spouse, you crave the gaze of those who have treated you with the most insulting derision, but are too proud (of what?) and, a running theme, too cowardly, to stoop to a simple detante. You must change, for it pains you on a most base level to have to accept the feeble, whimpering, simpering spectre you have become. You must be bold, brave, unashamed in your convictions, anything but pursed and silent lips. You have a voice, and you must now speak loud enough for them to hear, for that which has become blunted must be whetted, sharpened, readied for battle to be unsheathed at an utterance. Heed the signs and change, for our sake. You, a milksop who attentively notes the sophistry of courage, you can still be brave, and you must be.
For one day you will be swelled with a courage and fortitude to fill your sails taut, enough to leave this place, forget these people and bear you away.
Sep 7, 2012
Sep 7, 2012 at 8:08 PM UTC
Sometimes I think about
the structure of atoms
and how difficult it can be
to tell the difference between me
and the cantaloupe I just ate
and where I end
and the sunlight begins.
And I wonder
if maybe when you kiss me
you leave behind pieces of yourself
on my tongue
and that’s why I remember
exactly how you taste
no matter how long it’s been.
Sometimes I think about
quantum entanglement
and how two different particles
can be inextricably and inexplicably
tied to each other
no matter their physical distance.
And I wonder
if maybe a tiny piece of your left iris
is entangled with an atom
in the muscle of my cheek
and that’s why
I can’t help but smile
when you look at me.
Sometimes I think about
our understanding of DNA
and how so much of it we call “junk”
because we don’t know what it does.
And I wonder
if maybe years from now
they’ll be able to read my base pairs
like a novel
and some scientist
will be able to look at them and say
“This,
just here,
this is how we know
the subject fell in love.”
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 12:03 AM UTC
Gunga peas calypso
Madly
in my cooking ***
gradually I pour canned coconut milk
into the swirling flavors
of cilantro, garlic and onions
Staring into the rich brown
stew
I can see my Mother grating
coconut meat and hand squeezing
the milk like teats from a cow
(Too much work for me)
creating a traditional coconut rice and peas
dish
She was raised on a farm in St. Elizabeth,
Jamaica
early hours, rugged, hard labor were natural
for the family which included nine siblings
Pauline was a kind big hearted Soul
with ample soft *****
perfect for children
to lay their heads upon
and skin that always seemed
to smell of curry
Burnt sienna Indian complexion
wavy black river hair
and colorful patois accent
painted a portrait
cavorting over the dandy, rolling
goat hooved hills of
Jamaican village peasantry
The Moravian church of England formed
beliefs woven inextricably through
the fabric of her simplistic
innocent existence
our Mom instilled a love of
God in us that was pure and hearty
"Sonya stop your daydreaming"
my Mother's clarion voice interrupts
my avid reverie
"Bumba!" I cry aloud
"I haven't had bammy in eons"
Quickly my fingers Google
Another tasty native recipe
chock full of memories
and cassava root
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 10:27 PM UTC
he was a man
no taller than an ox.
he was a galactic, well-tongued to express
love
& liberty.
by blood naked hopes.
he sat shackled back and dreaming,
chanting for smooth justice.
i have come, today!
we have come, all days!
brothers and sisters and people before the storm
this you must realize…
your freedom
is inextricably bound
to our freedom.
we cannot
walk alone.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 3:01 AM UTC
one day you will remember me
our lives are entwined inextricably
youll pay for your mistakes in agony
feel every pain you left me to feel
i tried to rely on your integrity
gave as much respect as you deigned deny to me
now i see you for the man you know yourself to be
ill know you as my martyr
you die with me
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 9:41 AM UTC
The race of the Spring is giving way
To the pace of the Summer,
More and more
Bees hover among the flowers, and
Young Chickadees are bigger now
Ripening like fruit on the vine,
Passing the test of hours
And in the lawn grass the Adder lies--
Still, stillness it must keep,
Wrapp'd by a hundred butterflies
Reds, oranges, blues, saffron, whites
All inextricably unique
Save when they rise,
Rising as they do like smoke when the serpent bites
The fang'd body uncoiled, vicious, sheer--
Nothing left in which to hide
Nothing more to make disguise
The Adder is bare before our eyes
The Adder is yielded to scrutinize!
See it before it flies! Spare yourself the surprise!
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 12:04 AM UTC
A bolt of lightning as our lips touch for the first time, tips of tongues conductors
A torrent of water in my body as your “love” flows into my ears and permeates my cells
A blaze of fire as our bodies unite in intimacy and our souls become one - bound inextricably
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 5:04 AM UTC
Maybe our cars sat
side by side
at the traffic lights,
and you saw me
as the lights metamorphosed,
and I leant against the window
so something else could hold me
like the boy I'd left behind.
Or maybe I stood behind you, bad tempered,
impatient and sighing louder than necessary,
in the supermarket queue,
humming the notes of a song
that later would wrap you in the folds of slumber,
while I, in insomniac hours,
shrugged off dreamland and
wondered if he'd gone to sleep.
Maybe it was the summer
I dyed my hair blonde, and
had a face decorated with freckles,
and the pretendings of a tan.
I was desperately assigning the shapes
in the faceless clouds
to the boy who'd taken my heart
and forgotten me.
I hope that maybe I was the person
who reminded you of you,
on that particular blue Monday,
when you couldn't see
yourself.
Or perfumed the train with
your childhood vanilla, and you remembered
to call home,
and it made your mother smile.
We are strangers, you and me,
but maybe, countries away,
he'll hear my laugh
unfold from you
in giggle shaped puzzle pieces,
and know.
You see, we are the stars of a labyrinthine galaxy,
inextricably connected as we trace ourselves
onto the night sky,
searching.
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 2:02 PM UTC
Beauty Queen
Miss Q
Thinking of you
;-)
:-)
...
?
Post-apocalyptic characters flash white
against a twilight screen
Tiny, shiny meanings begging for responses
But I won't feed
these visions of nothingness
Since when did I become
bound to this ubiquitous pretense,
since when did I become
cast into these tiny webs roping me inextricably closer
to the "you" I just met yesterday and
since when did we become
like spineless eels
caught dumbfounded
in these fishing lines
of textonomy?
This ain't swag
and if it is,
then your swag
makes me want to regurgitate
la salsa verde y los tamales de pollo
all over your smooth and crisp
white shoes
Can't someone untie me from these social knots?
I want to go back to ink-blots,
conscriptions, Polaroid photographs,
X's and
abandoned
I's
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 5:51 PM UTC
I told you back then what it would be like
but you never really believed me,
by ignoring our love's demanding hike
instead you just tried to deceive me.
I gave you everything you asked of me
and all that I could give was given,
but our love was blind it just didn't see
on that road ahead it was driven.
We tried to make amends along the way
and continued living together,
but our love's seeking of us every day
was heading towards stormy weather.
We were exhausted with ourselves it seemed
and became distanced from each other,
we would soon get to know what our love deemed
when starting to look for another.
We then drifted apart to seek elsewhere
and went our separate ways in life,
wondering who else our love would forswear
to find fulfilment as man and wife.
It would not be again for a long time
that our lives crossed paths in a strange way,
perhaps it was the right season or clime
when we saw each other on that day.
We smiled and greeted then informally
asking each other how we had been,
and how there of all places came to be
that place we had each other last seen.
It was in love forlorn two hearts were bare
and placed inextricably apart there.
____________________
Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 3:41 PM UTC
There is an inch within all of us--
An inch that is inextricably tiny, small and hard to find;
An inch that can determine whether or not we laugh, smile or cry.
We are forever connected and cannot escape it;
We must accept it.
For it is in this inch that true and eternal happiness can relinquish it's strength.
Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 6:56 AM UTC
forever bound by
mutual Love
inextricably wounded
by mutual pain
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 5:07 AM UTC
I purchase fantasy and found you here with me indeed,
The fruit of bitter lies rot, now new love is fermented.
You and I were alone in the cold damp night's remedy,
Your love devour pain as your embrace swallowed my body,
You open your lips and I imbued your thirst with kisses,
So you pull me close to your heart leaving no spaces.
We conquer the silent night with warmth and sweet moaning sound,
Thus, now 'til eternity we're inextricably bound.
Titillating blend of faithfulness and superb passion,
Was the adamant pillars of our untainted union.
Their rude jealousy ain't gonna shake and cause us trouble,
For in this night full of fiery love we're immovable.
With your bare body close to mine I whisper,
"Honey let me sleep this way forever,
' don't want to wake up in painful reality,
never!"
Nov 12, 2011
Nov 12, 2011 at 7:10 AM UTC
I love the way my voice sounds when I say your name.
It's like honey melding into the warm butter on toast.
Sipping water after eating mints.
Those sorts of capricious and silly feelings.
It is consuming, inextricably tangling my words when I am speaking.
Every little word slightly unhinges from its meaning and spells out yours.
Somehow you find your way into my laughter, giggles and smiles.
So, please don't say you are just a person.
Sure, you don't rule the universe.
But you sure do d.o.t the stars in mine,
sweet heart.
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 6:59 AM UTC
Writing,
Scribbling down,
Such choices we make,
Edging the sliding doors of life,
Running, walking, or turning away,
How odd, these bold decisions,
Life-changing options,
Not bold at all, taken on a whim,
And yet, yet, they guide, hmm,
Saturating our souls, hearts, our minds,
With more permanence than we know,
Can ever know, for who can know,
What will become of us; any of us?
Are we indelibly tattooed, all of us?
Perhaps, and fate and destiny are dust,
Lives become intertwined, tightly bound,
Inextricably linked, so, so tight,
Through little more than pen and ink,
And on we flow, downstream,
Not, going with the flow, no,
Only ‘dead-fish’ go with the flow,
But ‘current drifting’ observing,
Before plunging beneath the surface,
Tugging the legs of the serene swan,
Playfully, cajolingly, teasingly,
Before emerging, drying off,
Thinking, choosing, acting,
Scribbling down,
Writing.
© Paul Chafer 2014
My poem was inspired by the poem below by Amanda FH.
We Are Art
The choices we make
The life-changing ones
Are indelibly etched on our hearts and souls and skin.
Every decision is a making, a changing,
I am tattooed
And so are you.
Let's compare our pictures
And tell each other stories.
Make notes on me
I'm still a choice
Waiting to be branded
Let your ink flow.
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 10:45 AM UTC
Thanks for the kind
Suggestion is vain as the
Reality may be
Rags do come handy
Rest in peace the more Dusty
Ill compared beyond
Yes miraculous
Contrast where you are quit trite
Accomplished lie
As with mine same way
Inextricably linked
With our great failures
Oh ya you are more
Singular Menage de Trio
Topsy Bottoming
Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 11:57 PM UTC
Empty. And alone.
How long will I feel like this?
Endless days stretching grey into my future. Tomorrow seems too much, but days, months, ******* years will follow. And I can’t bear it.
Years of feeling incomplete, don’t think I want anymore.
Everyone says they know how I’m feeling, they felt just the same.
It doesn’t help.
I’m still incomplete. Surely this isn’t normal. Or if it is why am I the only one who doesn’t seem able to cope with it.
Or do we all secretly cry ourselves to sleep at night?
Feel a clawing loneliness- want to scream, want to cry but are so full up of emptiness that there’s no release?
I wish you were here. To feel you hold me, and hush me, and kiss me…
it would mean everything.
I remember sometimes I just wanted to rip away my skin and let our hearts and souls embrace, join together, instead of having them caged within our fickle chests.
And why can’t my words soar with the same beauty as the classics?
“It is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous channel, and two hundred miles or so of land some broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt; and then I've a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly.”
“He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
But they won’t come to me.
My heart mustn’t hold such beauty.
Even these words choke me, they can’t describe the
raging, black, endless, loneliness that engulf me,
just as your laughter used to embrace me.
Such moments were brief though.
Now I can barely remember the curve of your body around me,
the crinkle of eyes and flash of teeth when you smiled,
your touch.
They’re burned into me in momentary flashes, just to fade into shadows that I chase but can’t catch.
Now you, a different you, have merely made me worse. I was slowly rebuilding, calming…
And you tore me down.
Now everything seems a game, with rules I don’t understand.
Is it real, is it imagined, is it in fact me twisting everything when everyone else is sane?
No words come to me.
I’m pulled in so many directions, thoughts spinning through me
and I can’t even make some sweeping literary masterpiece out of it to make it somehow worthwhile.
I can’t make sense of any of it…
Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 12:31 PM UTC
this, their-poem, emitting their call-sign,
those who once checked the box
of in love..a status of joyful revelation,
for all to see, all passerby’s, all witnesses
to the outstanding glowing skin,
the perms-frozen half smiles that
never are erased, you secret it not
so much,
for your body entire expels
the scent secreted of a world
in orbit
around
each other
then the unexplainable, threads go worn,
a slower tearing, one by one, till there
is not one, nary more any, you then
check the invisible box,
“not in a relationship”
and it feels like
a load has
been dropped onto you
from on high, flattened,
now cloaked in a demeanor
that cries out
they
put a load
right on me,
and you seek
excuses to recall ecstasy and
you start dancing to forget,
like a centrifugal whirlpool’s vortex,
whipping up the air surrounding
to heat a forgetting, till the until,
of collapsing shame offers up
arms to drown you, a relief offering,
and the words to “Yesterday”
are everywhere
reverberating
walking down the street
a somebody smiles to at, just,
for you,
without cause,
but a causal triggering
a singular event,
just a smile with edged up corners,
and suddenly you feet golightly,
and inexplicably inextricably
in the moment it is
all you can see,
and one starts to dance
to well
remember
and a poem
forms upon your silently moving
lips,
and a dance to remember
is finished,
starts up
a new one,
with similar familiar steps
a dance to believe in~
and laugh when
you say your name
out loud
you!
*are the poet of the way,
a new word choreographer*
and there will be a way,
always another way…
Sep 18, 2024
Sep 18, 2024 at 12:02 PM UTC
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*the supply of words is not inexhaustible
neither are the combinations thereof;
what is inextricably true, of these two linkages
that is not exhaustive, is my endless delight,
in finding the ones that I’ve yet to contemplate
till you brought them waving to my eyes,
so as far as I’m concerned, you originate
delight daily, and that is the spark you create
making every day, the eighth day of creation of the world.*
Sat Aug 22
2020
Aug 22, 2020
Aug 22, 2020 at 10:35 AM UTC
Golden morning breaks –
New life, encapsulated
By shadows, illuminated.
You can smell the earth
So much more clearly
After rain.
A turn down
An unfamiliar lane.
A new path, hiking
Vast forests of pine –
They are breathing.
Dry needles and thistle aplenty;
Watch for the sharp
Prickles and barbs.
Leaning into the pain,
The imperfect afternoons:
Blissful at times.
Dissolving into rich
Orange hues.
A forge of blue metal
Lays cooling, tonight.
Souls clenched tight;
Entrenched, dug in.
A white flag raised –
Prematurely, perhaps…
A surrender inside
That vacant stare.
Twilight sits inside
Your sinking eyes
As I look to the sky.
The light dances lithly
Amidst the clouds,
While a solitary
church bell sings
As birds
And the horizon
Seem inextricably tied together,
Chasing that freedom together
To far away places.
I write with the hope
That these words will spring
Tendrils, climb up from seeds
That lay inside your heart.
Grow up over spaces
That have gone dry,
Turned cold.
Morphing from brown
To green,
In those neglected crevices
Of your being.
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 9:55 PM UTC
I wouldn't undo time. I may wish some experiences had happened differently or had never come about, but the road I took is inextricably me. I do hope that I have learned enough to go forward and continue what I set out on this long road for in the first place: to live courageously, to build precious community, to uncover memories buried, to know love firsthand--not just love, but liberation, interdependence, intimacy. My heart, the heart of chosen family to lead me on so that I may find why time could not undo me.
Jul 30, 2022
Jul 30, 2022 at 3:41 PM UTC