Best Ambiguities Poems
I'm now in god mode
Explanation, if you will
That I have the power
To give life or take it
We all do, in our way
Aside, only one force
That transcends time
I will love you forever
Not one ... second ... more.
(This is NOT religious statement of any kind, it is about the emotional power
some people hold over others, and the ambiguities of the only thing that
refutes it).
Categories:
ambiguities, analogy, life, love, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
Poetic License
Pure Frustration
If I could not
Kiss you with my sonnets
Explain you symbolically
Or say “I love you”
In metaphorical ambiguities
Like Braille, I’ve felt tipped over you
With my flair
For words
My paper is kodachrome canvas
And in a split second thought
I’ve blown up a verbose
Enlargement of your essence
Blessed am I
Above all lonely women in love
I can illuminate with alliteration
And say
Marvelous, money hungry, miserly, macho man
You’re missing
I can, at anytime
Anyplace
Make out in meters
And when it comes to it
Write down, whatever
Fast, faster, fastest, forever
And sleep.
2/20/16
This was my first poem on PS. It was written in 1976 and revised prior to submission. I was young, in love and wrote free verse much more then but now I feel the need to rhyme everything in a sense of completeness.
Categories:
ambiguities, analogy, boyfriend, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Who shall dare to die or to love among the Furies?
Not carry us by lustiness rather by the purpose, wisdom
Whose radiant rage welcomes you and the ambiguities?
And if that unfair, dropsy with pain, then none creates martyrdom;
To recall part of our age, oh bone! The hide prize
From our own mistake in front of the angers and crimes
Aside what left, for in the bloody world that appear to allegorize
And the hate melt cannot freeze from the above cleomes;
Remember we pass through, seal by a target unseen
From a God to subserve in massive, superlove, with such thing
Longingly upon the unforgiving hills from that delirious tween
Of the idea, screaming from every angles the abjuring
Horizon in red; and throw into inflammation,
A day end, nothing to reconcile, a caste of passion.
Categories:
ambiguities, devotion, hope, inspirational, nature,
Form:
Curtal Sonnet
Human Love
Precious memories obscured by time wander in his head
Fragments of a promise vowed to the woman he needed
Thoughts subcutaneously flashed minding crucial matter
Ordained hearts await to inhabit their dreams thereafter
Obstacles stealthily conceal answers from probing minds
While confidence reassures veracity measures their finds
Determined to detangle blind perceptions tenacity reigns
Impending storms can not deter hunger destiny reclaims
Anomaly is a toxic burden to ambiguities obfuscating life
Ruby denotes confusion emerald suggest free from strife
Undying devotion flaming with emotions a curative salve
Hands and fingers gently clasped epitomize human love!
Penned: 04/20/2018
Aboard cruise liner:
Vision of the Seas
Categories:
ambiguities, love,
Form:
Rhyme
1.Oh pitiful
faintest of
smiles
seized by
the night's
weapon
2.In his
fattest
times he
enchants
from his
dead
memory
the songs
of Babel's
lexicon
3.Finds for
himself a
better
niche in
the beach
where his
permeable
mind is
having it's
vac
4.Piling
unconcious
mental
ambiguities
in dreams
like four
decks of
cards
stacked
1.he
refuses to
speak the
language
of the day
2.would
rather
have his
mind live
in his
dreams
and play
3.seeming
to so soon
forgot the
cup of
hospitality
the day
gives to
drink
4.And
taking
sides with
the hostile
nights that
had once
gotten him
scared to
even blink
1.Oh Child
Sleep! For
you only
know so
little of the
protesting
tides ahead
2.Sleep!
For its not
your couse
even for
your life to
be scared
3.When
your
mothers
fouled the
feast of
angered
fairies in
bid to get
thee bread
at dead
night
4.All ur
prodigal
care is to
foul
pudden
bed in only
a brief
stretch
towards
first light
Categories:
ambiguities, care
Form:
Ballad
Every autumn in the Chaos Mountains
the wind blows through the tall grass
& the rain stalls, fitful in its sublimity.
It is not a season for speaking. Only for listening.
Out there, somewhere beyond the horizon
a silence that is not silence, calls,
& men enter the duck blind, and wait,
huddled with their cartridges & ambiguities,
disguised to themselves as hunters,
re-inventing themselves with rifle eyes
fixed on some vanishing point beyond the language
of rivers & trees, turned away from
the here & now - a tempting non-existence
accompanied by hope, which may be nothing more
than the promise of a big dinner with
lots of stuffing and gravy and no questions.
Categories:
ambiguities, autumn, bird, earth, fear,
Form:
Free verse
Spiritual Optimism
Silenced voices for millennia traverse upon repressed pivotal moments
Deplorable vow of secrecy resonates amid impregnable embattlements
Ancient nomads above burning desert sense overwhelming compassion
Thirst quenched with essential nutrients rejuvenates tenets of past eon
Primal fear of cosmic unknowns planet in isolation impose concealment
Incessantly radiating interstellar illumination awaken fireflies iridescent
Enigmatic passageway to astounding revelation shrouded in symbolism
Sweep ambiguities away strengthening indefatigable spiritual optimism
Categories:
ambiguities, planet,
Form:
Rhyme
Golden Crown
Fingers maneuver as a vanishing sun radiates her solar majesty
Heartfelt improvisations momentarily suspended adverse reality
Raging notes racing toward heaven levitating exceedingly faster
Determined hands hammering insecurities sidestepping disaster
Weaving inspirational wisdom regenerate such spiritual harmony
Profound compositions elevate the integrity of human symphony
Revelations exorcizing ambiguities wearing an incredulous frown
Conquering all deceptions destiny searches for the Golden Crown
10/07/2011
5:21 p.m.
Aboard cruise liner:
Splendour Of The Seas
Venice, Italy
Categories:
ambiguities, allusion, humanity, inspiration, music,
Form:
Rhyme
I take your medal out of the treasure box every once in a while
nestled in between hair locks baby shoes and sepia photographs
it portrays a powerful image of glory success victory and loss
and reminds me of ambiguities effort strength youth and deception
Mom you won the laurels as a young German diving champion
summersaulting from the high platform of contest and stealth
your only fault was that of living under Nazi rule and contempt
for equality diversity human rights minorities and ethical laws
But you were still a child in age and at heart innocent and naive
jumped into the waters of body and mind as a juvenile protege
The Allies wanted to confiscate the reward under Denazification
eager to erase evil from history books and the lure in admonition
Your father pleaded to let you keep what was yours to cherish
earned without ideological stride but competitive dedication
and the American officer relented took the badge to a goldsmith
to return it once the Svastika had been erased from the trophy
When I look at the accolade today I see proud eyes and sadness
dust it off at regular intervals and remind myself that all politics
are personal and it’s rightly impossible to escape the verdict of time
but my love for you has never faded as you rest in heaven and weep
9th March 2021
My Mom was thirteen when she received the medal
Categories:
ambiguities, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse
She wears a pure, pink dress.
Nature is her sanctuary.
Curiosity is her comfort.
She sits among the fallen, pink petals
Of the magnolia tree
And wonders:
Why must the petals plummet,
Leaving the trunk blackened and bare?
The once soft, smooth petals
Have become withered, wilted,
Their distant trunk exhausted, parched.
Why must nature be so cruel?
Why must the young mind never rest?
Juvenile questions satiate her curiosity
While existential ones suffocate.
Unexplainable phenomena maintain a habitat,
Not in the magnolia, but in her head.
The puzzle of existence overpowers
The instincts and adaptations of nature.
Science can explain the latter.
The petals must plummet
So the tree can survive
The wicked conditions of winter.
But how must the young girl grip with
The flood of unanswered reflections?
Inquiries into nature quickly become futile
For an adolescent.
Dreadful, empty pits of interrogation
Into inward contemplation creep into the mind
Creating conditions inhospitable to innocence.
If only I could tell her
To bear these ambiguities for just a little longer
before they leave her bare.
She must conquer these queries
Before they conquer her.
Categories:
ambiguities, angst, child, girl, innocence,
Form:
Free verse
The time has come
to generate the retrospective
ambiguities etched in stone
perplexing to the underside
of the recriminations
sliding to the conservative right
The dance goes on
skittering and sliding
along shiny glass floors
powered by locomotive
puffing into clouds,
you gaze into space
Dreams of a more envious
pastoral speckle intuitions
of a well developed humanoid.
Beyond your wildest expectations
the illusion goes on
spitting, sputtering
in a steadfast manner
driven buy imperfections
of days gone bye.
You long for the resurrection
to circumcise possibilities
of a shaft driven turbo
turning to and fro
stifling transgressions
into a tumultuous radiance
blinding to the monstrous
aftermath of an illustrious
stiletto heal.
Categories:
ambiguities, imagination, poetry, surreal,
Form:
Free verse
Give me a shelter to interpret these feelings
A locus where my brain could redeem the shackles of its echoes
Domination of intrigues try to play on my guile
I wish someone could fathom the grains of these ambiguities
Pardon for the perplexity which occured beyond my capacity
Half of my soul was hijacked by delusion
Trapped by the dreams which yet ever attained
Commute in the same rotation, my hope never sustained
I owe too many words and drama
Hey anima
You let yourself churned in silence
Your guts are not equal to the enthusiasm which soar
Being a fiction hermit in my own kingdom
Shall I amused by the potion of devil's words
Seems like I take a journey on a ferris wheel or a spin on merry go round
Which having the same tracks but serve a distinct point of view
Categories:
ambiguities, character, confusion, imagery, inspiration,
Form:
Free verse
“Students make delicious treat for seniors”
What a sacrifice those students are making
It warms the cockles of this old man's heart
Such a sweet and unselfish undertaking
“Flaming toilet seat causes mass evacuation”
A bunch of patrons soiled their undies
As the saying goes. “Know what burns my ass?”
Applies as you try to extinguish your panties
“Teen pregnancies drop off after twenty-five”
Well, I certainly would hope that's the case
That's a dirty big family in any man's language
For the beds, you'd soon run out of space
“Veterinarians take over as panda mating fails”
Okay, now I've got this strange mental picture
It's definitely X-rated if you ask this old guy
An unprecedented and very weird mixture
“Stiff opposition expected to casket proposal”
It's kind of what you would probably expect
Given the condition of the deceased inside
I mean really, we should show some respect
“Head of African country seeks arms”
Wow! Just a head and a couple of arms
What a weird sight that would turn out to be
Most people would sure be alarmed
“Studies have shown that obesity rubs off”
Well, if that's the case, I'll be rubbing
Every day and night till my skin turns raw
Till I get back my happy old zing!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Categories:
ambiguities, humor,
Form:
Quatrain
Greenish black silhouettes of trees
sans the complacency
mystique in their conversation,
a stream of uneven triangular arcs
in commune with the lilac-grey
puffs of floating vapor
coalescing in rebellion,
scent of wild delicate roses,
a lover's temptation,
cascades of prismatic water
falling like emotions hard
then, mingling plan-gently
in the river of thoughts,
a lavish pristine green meadow
inventive in its own league,
celestial beads of a night gown
defying the theory of
existentialism,
then why stand petrified
by the fire lit by yourself?
a self fluorish of ambiguities
and repine,
if discern the other side of
darkness
you lay ablaze in ethereal
incandescene,
the hieroglyphs of creator's rescue...
Categories:
ambiguities, faith, hope, nature, uplifting,
Form:
Free verse
A pointing stick on a pointing curve is a bit treacherous especially after rain. But if a rainbow is a grinning sky and a moon is not moody then the sun would be a titan awareness of a zenith sheet. When erosion occurs it is wise to point one's nose skyward as passing sheep stalks on an abyss climb is irrelevant as picking one's nose in a floodlit arena. And so the grandeur of matriarchs meets a fascinating patriarch and patrons never wear aprons in spring. So please do all wait in an orderly fashion at a gate. Hedgerow heaving happily having heard heavyweight herds. And of course the dish of foam laughing ho ho ho. Hope no perch climbs to tame a talon of bridge.archetypical wonders like woo woo woo. Very video and wow. Interesting isn't it gong gong gong. But then a piece of tongue in a butchers is often found talking to a woodworm in a bridlers briary bridle. So bridge that then in a cape. And shovel 900,000,0009 atoms in a carless cabarnackal. Coat not a vaporised vigilant viper. And harness no trolley to a house. Meanwhile many men mingle many more mop. And a fish hook over 6 thousand kilometres'. Pound be a kiljewel then. Is it not a fashion. Good. Hahahaha. Between bloody blocks hahahaha and a antithesis antiseptic antaphy xxxxxx ambiguities z z z z and the p y q of hydrocarbons
Categories:
ambiguities, anger, anxiety, art,
Form: