Best Ambiguity Poems
On trains
on trains
trains that travel through tunnels of ambiguity in delusion
The rectangular motion of the subtle wheels meld into the subconscious
A failed and flawed and fragrant commuter routine of blood sweat and ignorance.
And ignorance of blood and sweat and tears
and tears of blood sweat in ignorance
Outside fragmented windows stand the borders of disease that border humanity as a whole
Humanity is a disease some would say
some would say it isn't.
A chaotic jumble of envy and spiritless ineptitude is all that I can view in the darkness
We all roll into the station whilst time grinds still but in the precious seconds we can't
keep still.
Forged and tattered tickets to oblivion checked by the conductor of greed.
We all conduct greed at some point in our life
We just need a nudge and a wink to get back on track.
The end of the line stretches into infinite divergences.
And on another platform somewhere stands a man who looks just like me
And who smiles just like me
And who cries just like me
But maybe he will not die quite like me
And maybe if we met he would not like what he sees in me.
Our eyes reflect that certain uncertainty
Between you and me. The never ending
Obsessing over obscurity. Adding,
Subtracting to the mystification of—us.
We are defined with no meaning,
But clearly comprehendible when several
Possible internal interpretations have
Brought an equally equivocal answer to the
Perennial paradox of pleasure and pain, that leads
To a contradictory conundrum of the weary
Wonderment of several potential possibilities
With no deliberate intent to mislead or cause
Ambiguity.
Ambiguity is an oft used tool of politicians.
Many of whom, with long practised skill
Purse their lips, as though great decisions,
Having caused them some concern, will
Incite further rhetoric, if logic prevails.
By way of byzantine responses, they bamboozle
Opponents with wordy confusion, though it fails
Logical explanation! Rather than a blank refusal,
Evasive amphibole is a politician’s, customary ploy!
Rhymer. October 2nd, 2016.
Some of our politicians are superb at this,
as we've seen recently in interviews they've given!
Moral Ambiguity and Perpetuity
Trump has turned into a terrible tactician
Trails he will take leave us with suspicion,
Due to what is now his poor visual acuity
Along with moral ambiguity and perpetuity;
In White House started another stupid tradition.
James Thesarious Nefarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Ambivalence amends itself
when ambition challenges the amoral freedom
like the ambrosia we partook of,
something prohibited to humans...
that only the mythological gods
had the pleasure to enjoy;
and we adorn our heads with narcissus,
defying our worthless repulsion...
until we suffer the first defeat with dismay:
and as ambiguity leads to anguish,
there's little left that we can relish!
What if shame made us anonymous,
and all the senseless living done: were bleak existence,
cursing torment persistently to absolve every fault...
nipping the nocturnal stillness
with its fulsome, invariable obscurity?
We'll irrupt our consciousness,
make an invidious invocation to nothingness,
inviting helplessness irascibly:
and as ambiguity leads to anguish,
we have no choice but to invent excuses,
making up words to invert another unsound thought!
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
My spirit wishes to cry,
But my eyes smile and remain dry.
Life is like an ambiguous script
It is nothing more than a over developed metaphor
Not so neatly packed in a box
Nor does if project nicely from the lips
What metaphor teaches a moral lesson
It all seems absurd, contradictory, and inconsistent.
Life is like a sphere out of control
Void…less
And... vacant in a fast... spinning world
There is no compare and contrast
Heaven and Earth are unrelated subjects
Yet... the narrators, they keep navigating
Using the masses as his primary subjects
To those, who have made the world their stage
I am tired of the nonsensical images you create.
Life is spirit
and
Heaven holds no ambiguity
On trains that travel through tunnels of ambiguity.
The motion of the wheels meld into the subconscious.
A commuter routine of blood sweat and ignorance.
Outside fragmented windows stand the borders of disease.
A chaotic jumble of envy and spiritless ineptitude.
Roll into the station whilst time grinds still.
Tickets to oblivion checked by the conductor of greed.
End of the line stretches into infinite divergences.
The mind is starved of oxygen
The heart is high on nitrogen
It’s a life half lived, half cooked
On a bed of lies, not booked
The days spent in the dark
Nights spent finding the spark
Fingers burned, with a match
But no lessons learnt, an endless search
The red in my eyes, is an original fire
My unique signature blazing higher
An insatiable hunger to grow taller
An appetite for danger to be riskier
And if you ask me why?
Well my head’s in the sky
No plans means no achievements
No effort means no accomplishments
‘Cos that’s where I wanna be
On nights like these, all I wanna see
Far from the ambiguity of love
Nearer to the stars above
I
The Formless emanates forms
One is many ... Things
Spirit is Living Word
Hiding me under Wings
II
Brahma and Atma, Unity
Despite all the diversity
Do not dismiss Ambiguity
For Father, Son, Spirit-Holy
III
No time, beyond space
Faceless, Face of Grace
Immaterial with material body
Wave and Ocean simultaneously
The devil asked me
Where're you going to join
The minority or the majority
I said the right side
The devil asked me again
Which is the right side
The majority or the minority
I repeated the same answer
The right side of course
The devil said why are you so stupid
I said I came from a world of ambiguity,confusion and hegemony
Th devil said oh I see
I would like to join you
To see this wonderful world
The devil then followed me back to the earth
And suddenly I woke up in fright
To find that a devil
Has already resided in my heart
A long time ago
As I used to force myself
To follow and choose the majority
Since a long time ago
I
I must have TEA
Must have been in a state
Mississippi
Must have sipped stale TEA
WENT TO HorsePetal
Flowery Hospital
Recovered Nicely
Re-covered
Doctored prescribed wisely
II
Missus Have TEA
Tennis T anyone
Yes Tennessee -
If Miss Sippy
Wore her New Jersey
What did Dellswear?
Go to ALASKA
in amber ambiguity
how sweetly it unravels
till there is nothing left behind
just the weeded path I traveled
Ambiguity
Sometimes its scary,
Not knowing the outcome of your life.
Time goes by fast, well that’s just a perception,
How will I utilize my time on this planet?
There is no afterlife,
Just make the most of what you have now.
What’s your purpose?
Reason for existence?
Why am I here anyway?
Is consciousness a plague?
How much easier would it be to be an animal?
Just a simple conscious.
No need for reason or ideas,
Just to survive.
No,
That would be hell.
Would I even know hell as an animal?
You don’t want that.
You have a conscious mind for a reason
To use it.
But in what way?
How to make your mark?
Or even none at all,
Ostracize yourself?
Make a name for myself,
Without submitting to egoism.
Keep with your morals,
Unless of course they become immoral.
They will be the only stability in your life.
No role models for you?
Become the role model for yourself then.
At least,
Make an effort.
Life purpose is a joke
No it isn’t.
Its just an idea
Perception
Well then
How will you perceive it?
Many ambiguous verses of my life
Define not well, the man, the me
No understanding of existence
No, nothing clear that I can see
Like fog that enshrouds the world within
I cannot see through, clearly past
But one day maybe, words will come
That will describe me clearly, I hope at last