"unpredictably" poems
Patterns float
obscured
by uncertain mists
recreating
a scene perceived
and painted
in washes of water colour
overlapping, merging
transfixed
fresh and timeless.
The shape
of routine activities
unpredictably change
or shatter
behind
the inexorable advance of time
as sequences
inevitably retreat
into a fading future
until the circle is complete.
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC
*T'is a man's natural bias to ***
as a **** sapiens erectus,
positioned standing up
celebrating the evolutionary advancement
of his genealogy, his ancestors' first
ah ha moment
but as time went on,
and much time did he possess,
in the course of a single life
full of multiple urinations,
to think upon this
deduced that a man peeing,
but a metaphor
for the unpredictably of life
to the right,
to the left,
but never straight ahead,
such is life denatured,
when you think the path is clear,
you *** on yourself unintentionally*
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 12:33 AM UTC
We danced to a new year
in the utopia of the music
and the Golden Oldie
songs of love, longing
and sorrow that live
in our lungs
and emerge unpredictably
all of a sudden from the depths
of our breath
caressing or storming full
of experiences that make us
feel who we are
and what it's all about, seize
the eternity of our lives
in the stream of our breath
which is also the breath of others
while we are completely
engrossed in our presence
Jan 3, 2023
Jan 3, 2023 at 2:10 AM UTC
I have never believed in the principles of physics because they do not apply to girls like me. Girls who disobey Newton's straight-mouthed rules with scarlet leaps of blind faith, girls with hopes soaring past our pastel heavens, never weighed down by any mystical force of gravity measured by dead men. The audacity of the physicist's rotten rules anchoring themselves into thick velvet skin-- as if to stifle the daydreams that keep twirling unpredictably even if acted upon by an unbalanced force. There is no way to silence my momentum, I will keep blooming-- slender hands outstretched toward the flickering sun, past all of the white numerical lies and formulaic cages that ache to confine me. What a perfect contradiction, that a soft-spoken girl can rise at the break of Einstein's miscalculated morning, illuminating the sky with the poetry of her defiance.
She, who loves gracefully without friction. She, whose bones cannot be broken by the laws of heat. She, who keeps herself warm when the cold mathematical wrath of their graves fails to keep her quiet.
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 9:04 PM UTC
will come unpredictably
not surprisingly
the ultimate hardship to be
weathered
luffed through
mercilessness
and squall
and scud
and a nearly drowning
wave
subtle as the
undertow
though weren’t hardships
named this way—
to be sailed?
what would my first breath
have drawn
had I never felt
my own breath now teetering
upon the thread of
disappearance?
what light would my birth
have shone upon me
had I never come to
execrate it
like an immolation?
the ultimate will wedge itself
beating repetitions into you deep
as the deepest—timelessness
remember when you told yourself
remember this?
pounding your chest?
remember it
you were right
Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 8:12 PM UTC
Have you ever missed someone so greatly,
till your heart grieves dolefully from dawn to dusk and dawn,
your soul achingly starves of rendezvous,
yet you let the innocent remain as is.
Only, surreptitiously hoping,
that you two would run into one another unpredictably,
as if mother nature coincidentally let you two converge,
or as the God unexpectedly grants your bedtime prayers.
Because, you barely can stand
having your very own deceptive, polished outer shell
cracked down.
You hardly let the scrupulous persona
envisage your constant cravings
for his perfunctory good mornings, eloquent wordings, and dainty giggles.
And, by no least,
you’re afraid he will sneak into your ice-masked, truthfully fragile personality,
only to discover your non-seraphic quintessence.
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 12:16 PM UTC
most try not to come too close
daring only to stand in front of the
barbedWire fence
those familiar with the minefields
know to tread lightly,
know where to step
creeping between along an unseen path
the mines sense the slightest touch
and explode
unpredictably
the shrapnel stings all but
the largest of hearts
and the
most minuscule
Of egos
i wish i could cease
to exist
i wish i could disable mines but
I'm only a stupid artist.
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 3:13 AM UTC
Live and let live is what the world speaks without a
tongue,
Maybe that's why unsung hero's forever die
young....
"TAKE THE MAZE"
Life is so unpredictably seen if your looking though dark shades,
Because no light can penatrate the coming fourth of our days..
"TAKE THE MAZE"
When you live and learn with time your body grows with
thirst,
That's why I qwinch my dying mind with the waters of life
first....
"TAKE THE MAZE"
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 8:32 PM UTC
Humming, humming slowly - whispers of heated nothings
Burning brightly through galactic stars...
The tiniest embers, piercing slowly- trickling, until black charcle sheets taint me
Before the black night, I didn't know you - talking was pointless
Touching, without the physical touch
Holding, with out being held - hell, this may be
In presence with souls intertwined
Our heated embers soared into flames of brilliant shades
Our time, our moment - so quick.
Our flames were the pinnacle of grace, but bound to be grace would fall one day - unpredictably it did.
Until, days came, all left - burns
As do, the greatest loves, do not stay when they should
Leaving when they shouldn't.
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 4:15 AM UTC
A systematic endeavor, fevered by a passion.
Each problem, an expedition, an exaction
Of effort, time and will
In the search for knowledge - an unimaginable thrill
Newton’s discovery, my continuation:
Formulaic substance for every situation.
Seeking an answer, no approximation;
Making up for lackluster information.
We derive and we discover
One approach to solve another
Number lines, number theory,
Partial fractions and Taylor Series’.
Natural patterns give inspiration
To new problem sets and exhortation
Of genius minds globally impressed
Continuously working, forgetting rest.
Limited by time, we take shortcuts
Setting functions is a must.
e, theta, sigma, pi
delta, lambda, (m)u and phi.
Theorems and laws aid in the discovery
Of problems unsolved, answers a mystery.
New methods used almost “unpredictably”
As thought by leighmen, to scientists quite reasonably.
Forgetting what was once thought
Simply observing what is taught.
The applications of arithmetic
Endless, when you sit with it.
From counting up a child’s toys
To describing the bounds of ellipsoids.
A vital piece of money supply
It gives us reason for color of the sky.
Stretching our minds to surmise infinity
Hoping not to lose our sanity
Consciously peering into the depths of life
Our battle for survival, an endless strife
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 2:15 PM UTC
Two eased from the sedan.
A blanket, a brimming wicker basket.
A pond filled with geese, the birds claiming the embankment.
Water’s edge, he spun the blanket outward and
The geese scattered, and the cloth descended in an almost perfect square.
The valley’s familiar diversions, the white steeple a mile away,
Copses scattered acres apart, poked above the low brush.
Elbows propped in the afternoon heat
Listening to the rustlings in the bramble
Until the valley’s natural rhythms brought him sleep.
Awakened to the rustling of paper,
He watched her scatter bread crumbs,
Circling the water with goslings in tow as they
Nuzzled at the bits of dough, an odd parade
Until a goose made chase, and the dithered fowl
Marched her brood away
And the woman laughed an undignified laugh in delight.
Alone, glasses descended from his furrowed brow,
An envelope withdrawn,
Elegant script, long luxurious parchment perused and then
Extended to her on her return.
Her lined face turned away, skyward,
The glorious heat warming, much preferred
Above the chilling words.
Together, they sat until the day had cooled
And she wrapped herself in a thick sweater and
Their shadows distorted as they relinquished the day,
He guiding her in the gloaming before the beams of light
Bounced unpredictably in the irregular road.
May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 8:29 AM UTC
When Archimedes jumped out of his bathtub
Shouting ‘Eureka’ naked down the streets,
He had finally found a way to uncover
The deceit on behalf of His Majesty’s goldsmith.
Had he stolen gold replacing it with silver
While carving the divine wreath commissioned by the Tyrant?
The Golden Crown of Syracuse to be placed on the head
Of a goddess to be tested without being disturbed.
It all began with overflow as he dipped his body in water.
It was evident and easy to observe
That some objects floated while others sank,
Occupying more or less, tri-dimensional space.
Fluids rejecting or enveloping the intruder,
Displaced proportionally to the latter’s
Volume, density and mass, led to the revolutionary
Discovery of buoyancy, sparkling new beginnings.
The understanding suggested, that if an object displaced
An amount of water heavier than its weight, it would float.
The opposite being true, an object displacing
An amount of water lighter than its weight, would sink.
Fluid’s volition to reclaim its legitimate space.
Although the system was unable to assess the fraud,
As shape came into account and a kilo of solid gold
Was smaller than the kilo of golden wrath,
Dipped into water discrepancy ignored the math.
Unpredictably, the genius found higher purposes,
Buoyancy to determine whether a steel ship would sink
Or float, make it through the Mediterranean and beyond,
Where the Pillars of Hercules warn sailors to go no further.
Non plus ultra to the realms of the unknown.
The understanding suggesting that if an object displaced
An amount of water heavier than its weight, it would float,
Bigger volumes, lower densities, empty hulls and ballasts,
Succeeded in opening the gates to new oceans and new worlds.
Buoyancy to explain why our bodies float at sea
Apparently rejected by expelling waters claiming back their territory.
Gases being fluids, air acts the same,
With the extraordinary result that a kilo of feathers
Is indeed lighter that a kilo of lead.
By 0,9 grams.
Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 6:45 AM UTC
He's changing daylight,
Influencing eating,
Sleeping,
Breathing,
Turning off the lights,
Floating in the breeze,
Sleeping on the moon,
I can't keep my eyes,
Away from its shine,
All the while,
I'm wondering why,
At times, so unpredictably,
Yet forseen all the same,
He's silent and vague,
Drifting by,
Too fast yet too slow,
For me to even try,
To figure him out
Jan 14, 2011
Jan 14, 2011 at 12:11 AM UTC
We sat at the end of the stairway
Outside your house past your garden’s gate
Our lips moved whilst exchanging words
Our gaze was vast beyond what ears are heard
My outlines remained shivering and unstill
We talked and talked draining our hearts once filled
Our lips ran dry, craving for water’s bliss
You then took my empty heart and leaned in for a kiss
You parted, leaving me immensely wanting for more
I held your hand and it pricked me like a thousand thorns
Blood started pumping through and past my veins
Into your chest, into your heart infected with pain
I didn’t let go to you holding on
Your lips stopped moving, your words drifted, it was done
I touched you once more, pressing mouth against mouth
Severing heart, this hurt more than our lips filling in the drought
You pulled closer; it struck harder, slashing past before my skin
I took hold of you, trying to stay stronger, mouth deeper than sin
Hand in hand, it was sinking in; I’m falling down the rabbit hole again
The stairway was gone, the gate, the roses, you were still there but I’ve lost a friend
The garden gnome, he held the clock, time was slowly ticking away
Bodies side by side, our hearts then stopped, it had almost seemed like it’s been days
She and I, once innocent, now bare, with no more dignity to hide
She whispered “come on Alice, don’t give up, we’re got our hearts to find”
Scourged skin, torn dresses, unpredictably she smiled
She said “I haven’t been this scared in a long time; it’s been quite a while”
Our footsteps grew distant yet the clock continued to tick
She lifted two roses obliviously, her eyes followed to the one I picked
She held it close to her lips, sliding the stem past before her skin
Blood started streaming down, there’s more than there has ever been
Wounds started to unstitch, scars started reopening
And with the greyest of eyes and the rose between her mouth, it slowly started unfurling
She gave me the slightest smirk and approached me with an embrace
I felt her warm touch draining inside me, the rose pricking me through
And the was the last time, I ever saw her face
n.j.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 11:40 PM UTC
I was red wine,
You were blueberry.
I was robust and full-bodied
Maybe the only one
As unpredictably
rich as you
And much worse
At concealing it
We joined in
Meals where we only
Discussed
What we were hungry for.
But in our starvation
We confused eachother
For food
And we tore
Ourselves
Apart
Imagine Breakfast
Lunch, and Dinner
Smiling across
at you
From the other side of
Your pillow
Because we
Weren’t after sustenance
It was never your taste
That satisfied
but still I had been licking
The salt off of your skin
Somehow, I was the one
That felt raw in the morning
But we were new to
The institution
Munchies were to be
Expected
But our empty calories
Created blockages around my heart
Only the basic needs
Slipped through
Reminding me of
The hunger I was stifling
We boiled over
And looked elsewhere for feed
You had broken
Your diet lifestyle
Not seeing how
Emaciated it had made you
You indulged yourself
On the richness of being filled
And you threw it up
Silently in the bathroom
Flushing away
The burning
So no one
Would ever know
But I saw the color
Return to your cheeks
As we set our table
For the meal we would
Never eat.
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 6:37 PM UTC
Good night she says
The silence of the night
No people around,
No one to deal with
Just me, myself and my thoughts
I wonder if the people I saw today
Will all be alive tomorrow
Its weird this life
Unpredictably predictable
Death that is
Or life
Is death a part of life
Or life just a part of the grand finale
Death
Now I'm just tripping
I love the silence,
I love nights
I think I need a cigarette
"Good night love!!"
Please be alive tomorrow.
(Kahmandu, Nepal 8/19/13)
Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 1:49 PM UTC
I am trapped, trapped to where I can't even see, every move I make becomes a tragedy
my minds expansion makes me little, so small that I am invisible to your social riddle
I want let loose, to smile at myself, but I am trapped in a state of health
my heart is sick and my soul is dying, my mind is spinning while my voice is crying:
Take me away from all this drama, God please, if you show me the way I will gladly leave
I am like that girl you see, who watches her life go by unpredictably, who wants to scream, who wants to awaken to see that life as it seems had only been an eternal dream.
SDPope
Jan 23, 2010
Jan 23, 2010 at 7:23 PM UTC
~
she made this trip without me,
just last Sunday afternoon;
embarking unexpectedly,
she her leave took far too soon.
her kennel still is in my car,
here her spirit lives in part;
’neath her throw, her bed... my heart
my hopes she never wanders far.
comfort comes in many shapes,
in sizes... unpredictably;
a heart entwined will skip a beat,
her absence leaves me incomplete.
i knelt beside to offer comfort,
her sleep’s relief came far too quick;
once protector, now deliverer,
for this my heart is ill equipped.
yet she, my loss a need fulfilled,
now her pain my bitter pill;
and so i lean to say goodbye,
my whispered thanks, a lullaby.
comfort comes in many shapes,
in sizes... unpredictably;
in presence fills a hole unique,
yet mem’ry's loss, is bitter sweet.
~
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 1:10 AM UTC
I like when we squish together.
And your sleepy breaths crash
Like waves
Onto my cheek.
And your heavy hand
Rests perfectly into the curve of my hip.
And your chest rises and falls
Unpredictably and constantly.
And the whispers of your dreams
As I slip into my own,
Where I dream of a moment
Exactly like
This.
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 2:18 PM UTC
My mysterious mind
Is predictably
Unpredictable
And fickle
Unpredictably fickle me
I never know for sure
How I'll find my mind,
Day to day
One day I love my room
Next, I would sooner
Be in any other room
In any other country
Blown by unseen winds,
A random necklace of doldrums
Interrupted by tropical tempests
And occasional thunder
One day I am bright
Inside, I feel my mind
Is lit up by
O lovely light
Next, the bulb is dim.
I cannot see well enough
To know with certainty
The state that I am in
Karmic cataracts inside my mind
Can make my world yellow,
And ever so slowly
I can slip down below
No one has ever seen
The karma popcorn machine
Sean Hunt
Windermere November 20 2015
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 5:01 AM UTC
I am beautiful
Inside and out
With the most enigmatic eyes
And a heart of gold
How do you know?
I've been told
I am a mouse
I cannot opine
Because I have no opinions of my own
I can never be bold
How do you know?
I've been told
I am a ******
A semi-psychotic person
Who is warm, one moment
And another, unpredictably cold
How do you know?
I've been told
I am coy, too shy
Too straightforward
For this twisted world
I'm from an era too old
How do you know?
I've been told
I am bold, too bold
In my sexuality
I am losing character
Of which, I need to get a hold
How do you know?
I've been told
I am not a woman, or even human
No really, I'm an armchair
I am not who I perceive myself to be
My identity belongs to them, me - they mould
How do you know?
Do I have to be told?
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 12:50 AM UTC
When I was young,
I was so carefree,
At least that’s how
It seems to me,
Isn’t it strange,
How things turn out to be?
Full of hope,
Full of passionate dreams,
A thrilling new world
Lay right before me,
Isn’t it strange,
How things turn out to be?
Glass half full,
Then it’s half empty,
My mood can change
So very unpredictably,
Isn’t it strange,
How things turn out to be?
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 4:03 AM UTC
Looking absentmindedly
Into the swirling water
Hearing without listening
The plitcher, platcher
Following with empty eyes
The leaf flowing unpredictably
He thought about his life
Or rather, absence of life
He stretched out beside the brook
Looked up through the trees
Into an ocean of flickering light
And marveled at the beauty of the stars
Calling him to get up and dance
But with a heavy and empty heart
He turned away from their beauty
Back into his dark mind
There should be a 911 line for
Broken hearts and broken minds
A shelter for people like me
The homeless of the heart
A church to welcome lost souls
Wandering through agony and pity
But I guess this place right here
Is as good as it gets
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 4:23 AM UTC