"unimpeachable" poems
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The Lilac is an ancient shrub
But ancienter than that
The Firmamental Lilac
Upon the Hill tonight—
The Sun subsiding on his Course
Bequeaths this final Plant
To Contemplation—not to Touch—
The Flower of Occident.
Of one Corolla is the West—
The Calyx is the Earth—
The Capsules burnished Seeds the Stars
The Scientist of Faith
His research has but just begun—
Above his synthesis
The Flora unimpeachable
To Time’s Analysis—
“Eye hath not seen” may possibly
Be current with the Blind
But let not Revelation
By theses be detained—
11.2k
she is incorrigibly fond of
that four letter word,
but, an unimpeachable one
accept, even the prudes,
"Love" she asserts, is
the best four letter word ever.
Jan 8, 2012
Jan 8, 2012 at 12:56 PM UTC
The unimpeachable glasses are fogging,
as they tentatively ignore the premonition,
while ignoring the suppressive partition,
that defends themselves from submission.
The eyes detect,
with unreasonable rest,
the hazy, shadowy terrain,
that prevents them from pain.
If the mugginess stays,
and the heart embellishes the fade,
then the glasses maintain,
their authoritarian reign.
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 9:12 PM UTC
In the darkness, where death is waiting; the
monster desiring to devour the innocent soul
the angel of death calling the unimpeachable body to
come forth so the body shall be overthrown with
affliction, death, grief, dejection,
the body unconsciously comes towards darkness,
attracted and impotent
’tis like a universe without the glowing
the body is too soon infatuated by evil
now it is haunting her, to her death
a.a.
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 9:36 PM UTC
this is pointless, you know. i will not leave.
i never do. i never have. i am a constant.
i am the unifying feature. i am the unimpeachable truth.
why did you come to hear me speak;
if not to listen to what i say?
do not invite me in and then snivel for me
to leave. your pleas do not move me.
i am life. without me there is nothing.
&&. 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫¿
Jan 31, 2021
Jan 31, 2021 at 4:47 AM UTC
.
There have been many who would criticize my motives
An abundance who would take my case to task,
But of all the souls encountered in my lifetime
Your betrayal friend would likely, be the last.
For throughout my time of living on this planet
Throughout the chaos wrought in every simple way,
Mankind has strived to put his best foot forward
And wrest the most achievement, from each day.
Through battles fought in bitterness and hatred
In trechery and lies to kith and kin,
Though blood runs rich and red through rocky gutters
Inevitably, deep down, imbues the sin.
For continents and cultures wear their frailty
It's known that Presidents and Princes often quail,
When in the face of insurmountable black challenge
They, like us, at some dark moment.... weakly fail.
From Dallas to Twin Towers on to Lockerbie
We watched the fabric of the silver curtain fray,
Crumbling man's portrayal then, to scattered ashes
From that moment on.... until this very day.
Though brave words of inspiration lift the spirit
And silken tones of oratory stroke the goal,
It seems destruction of all faith is fundamental
If betrayal slays the trust to flay the soul.
So gird thyself, steadfast, with strength and courage
Summon forth that steel within thy mind,
Garner up the cherry bonds of positivity
And lead as if, thy very eyes command the blind.
That man aspires to greatness, I acknowledge,
In conquoring great mountains to achieve...
But the factor that determines the attainment
Is his unimpeachable capacity.... to believe.
Marshalg
Foxglove, Taranaki.
3 january 2015
(After reading Ken Follett's monumental novel, "Edge of Eternity" in a straight, great, three day sitting.)
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 2:42 PM UTC
*He curses, angered as hell,
She shrugs, ready to swell,
But then pretend to melt,
And put on a ****** of well,
A technique she so manages to pelt,
But he saw beyond this belt,
Her eyes dances with the usual rhythm of hurt,
But with her, love meant no worries
For there's no ornament for beauty like happiness,
Hers was this unimpeachable dirt,
A prideful youth, that's only strong to hurt,
But she knew he might tear under distress,
Drink til ****** to depress himself,
Then pull the plug to express himself,
But she love him under all those stress,
To his heart she had forcibly pressed,
Just enough to have it eventually seize,
Still he had kept to this filthy source,
But she cast out all excusable remorse
For her, there's no love without forgiveness
To err was human; to forgive..... That's Divine
Those who dream by light were mindful of things
That escape those who dreamed at night
For her, it was beyond this very light,
It couldn't be bittersweet without the fights,
She had loved him with a love more than nights,
Till it became sleepless nights and daily fights.
That was us,
Till we felt apart,
Our arms waving and our lives apart,
Distance befriended us,
Miles stretched between us and the joy of our hearts,
Hate came between me and the deed of my hands,
Then again it strike me hard upon the head,
That I vowed till death do us part,
But it wasn't death that did us part,
It was me, my choices that
Made everything stinks from the start
I played our hearts both ways,
I thoughtfully turned away,
Left you for those perilous games,
But your heart never went astray
It became broken, till betrayed,
Forgive me
For not knowing my wants,
For being so angry with you,
Let us rewrite this story,
I now know my wants,
That's to love and be loved solely by you
Come, live in my heart and pay no rent
Take your rightful place, you always meant
In truth, I need you because I love you
You made me want to change, likely repent
You never once mind the games I play
You handled them without delay
Casting each out with a gentle sway,
Till you broke my walls apart
And hit me softly upon the heart,
Till I wish we were never apart.....
*
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 6:15 AM UTC
lately
I've
been
thinking
about
how
I
absolutely
love
it
when
strangers
just
through
the
simplicity
that
is
manners
will
greet
you
with
the
most
genuine
hello, how are you
or
simply
a
smile
so
profound
and
unimpeachable
so
real
so
beautiful
when
strangers
meet
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 1:12 PM UTC
it is something that has
made me once laugh.
and now that it is something
that is done to perpetuate
a divinity of its savoir faire,
or unfurl the evocativeness of
sartorial workmanship,
it is something that inhabits
me like an imagined pit
that a body should plummet into
and crash, having fallen off
from the boughs of a bottomless dream.
like snow or silence, drops onto its vastness and fastens in it such felicitous rigor greeting it
like an old companion, reminding
me of these unimpeachable occurrences: as a wrinkled log is petrified, where mosses pullulate to archipelagic green, where wild ivies sprawl like children in the high-afternoon, or clandestine Paraneoptera ensconced somewhere within the triviality
of demarcated stones in
the dark's cunning edge,
my body knows its peace,
all borderless without flounce
flourishing in its still life.
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 1:58 AM UTC
and OH ! the splendid expectations
//
But then
::
Things don't work out splendidly ... !!
•
So
They can simply
( or not so simply )
Change partners
./.
Or
Question the expectations
••
But the expectations
Cannot be challenged !
//
They come from sources
Unimpeachable and totally trust - worthy !!
TELEVISION !
&
from the
POETRY OF RAVING LUNATICS
OF HELLO POETRY !!
//
Nope
Gonna get me a new squeeze & try again !
//
though it is noted
That things work out better
On TV sit - coms
Than in the lives of our poet - friends
who go on and on for years and years
Wallowing in the same ole pain !
/:/
And in the background of the Story
LOGAN MOUNTAIN
in all glory
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 3:16 PM UTC
A CAUTIOUS STORY HAS BEEN BROKEN
BY THE UNIMPEACHABLE WASHINGTON POST
PRESIDENT TRUMP ALLEGEDLY LEAKED CLASSIFIED INFORMATION
TO RUSSIAN DIPLOMATS ONLY WANTING TO BOAST
THIS NOW HAS BEEN QUOTED
TO BE WHAT WE KNOW AS FALSE NEWS
ALL THESE DIPLOMATS WERE DISCUSSING MILITARY ACTION
AND EXPRESSING ALL THEIR VIEWS
THIS FALSE NEWS IS ALWAYS UNSPOKEN
AND ALWAYS CREATES SUCH MAYHEM
WHEN ALL DIPLOMATS DISCUSS MILITARY ACTION
PRESIDENT TRUMP MUST ALWAYS LEAD THEM
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 7:22 PM UTC
i shall carry with me
the steel morning as words
unmoving in swathes,
petrified
in my shoulders
and i shrug,
unbecoming of Atlas.
all the birds gone.
only trees zither
untold messages -
all stones displaced
in riverbed silence.
in the night
there is a lyre
and the fingers
nimble-dancing, unplayed,
alone as wind
fuses with ornate drivel.
my bones rattle
in unimpeachable oblivion!
an inamorata weeping
left touched without
violent hands, arms choke
out nuisances from
still-sitting inamoratas.
the loom of my hands
famished with light's fabric,
the children's laughter
frayed as i genuflect in thorns
and bleed only minute blood.
the threshold breaks
in the unrest of somnolent eyes.
a somnambulist without path,
a path without feet,
or no journey at all!
time's monuments leveled off
the Earth and the clanging
of metal collides with air,
a senseless caveat -
all gone, all gone!
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 10:49 PM UTC
Sonnet- David Pan
Where is your feathers when can I reach
Wood drops sands, do not exist.
Winds and storm come with your speech
Wise creation, gray blue green, list
** - brush strokes input blood.
Er-the work rare no other’s strangle
Had with wings waving floods,
Elderly treasures gift of my struggle
Heavy goods soften elastic.
Slay all kind, I hold cood sand.
Prejudices arrogant pride me graveyar-d sick
Impart inherit along long proud.
Flashing idea unreachable parts
Solid power unimpeachable hearts.
Feb 16, 2025
Feb 16, 2025 at 3:44 PM UTC
Sitting under the sacred Asoka tree
With my mind in solitude
Hiding behind the tree smiling
He comes out slowly
With his hands covering my eyes
Feeling his cuddling touch
My gloomy lips blooms like a flower
Turned to see that facetious one
Standing with an unimpeachable smile!
Oh! Am I dreaming?
In front of me the sky blued Krishna
With his full weight on left foot
Playing the nine-eyed flute
Filled with spiritual music of love!
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 10:59 AM UTC
where i go
cuts the loneliest melody
of this inner twilight.
it is where hands cease
to reach for certain things
and ****** only
what is immense in nearness,
and that is
a memory.
it is a pain imagined -
constantly shining light
into its clutched darkness
and releases from its hand,
the birds of dawn - these words;
or gently sways the perennial trees
with the verdure of its spoken
word and its unimpeachable sensation burning through leaves
like the sun's peak biting off
a trace of a leaf's inflorescence,
or that somewhere i,
together in the gathered silence,
fathers an intimation
and comes back after
each toppled song,
to the world and its formless manifests.
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 11:33 PM UTC
I’ve started to hate those eyes of yours,
And how they see through me.
Even after all these years,
I don’t even know if it’s five, four or three.
My night rest is haunted by your laugh,
The bed in which I sleep is no longer safe.
Meeting you has cut my life in half.
You left me to die, now I am a waif.
I live just a street away,
Yet you were never reachable.
How can your heart be so gray,
And act completely unimpeachable?
Through the years I’ve been on this Earth,
I have learned one thing.
Love is a birth, but what is it worth?
Love is a throne for only one King…
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 2:17 AM UTC
The unspoken lifeblood that flows through
The unknowable area of the heart responsible for love
The unimpeachable heat that melts down
The bitterest moments which compose a hardened heart
The spark of a myth which propels
The deepest desires toward a path of prolonged partnership
Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 11:49 AM UTC
what love has done is not so much the moon in a cup.
it’s more as if the sun had all the sky
in a thimble… and I had the eye of the world -
where my witness was gospel
and my time, a nest of unimpeachable
surrender.
what love has done is more than my angst interrupted.
it’s more as if a dove had stories to tell, but only a song said best.
every windmill… an uncertain calliope less inert
than my reckless cacophony
driving a nail into a palm
of endless.
Sep 6, 2019
Sep 6, 2019 at 12:59 PM UTC