Best Ambiguously Poems
Ambiguously the two exist as one,
Sustaining each other in harmony.
Fortuitously they come and they go,
Lost and found, they’re wrapped around.
Light with darkness; darkness with light,
The balance seen by the naked eye.
All things moving within their own orbit,
No directions are known in time and space.
Chaotically they dance in rhythm and rhyme,
Energetically they burst through all universes.
Cosmetically appealing from their first dimension,
Spreading their wings over all things.
Filling the void with a voice of reason,
The dragon breath that once gave life,
To the eggs of creation, the twins alike,
Carries forth the knowledge and wisdom.
Categories:
ambiguously, graduate, identity,
Form:
Free verse
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Ambiguously
yesss
I have
without compunction
hid wordz
from
a small sum of soulz
cauzing
difficulty deciphering their milieu
I did hide even the flower'z
bursting forth before mine eyne each Spring
yes
the Spring flower's finding
the glow
deep within mine globes
eager to please mine cerebral's eyne
yesss
with ease
so did
i
Categories:
ambiguously, beauty, spring,
Form:
Free verse
They never walked Earth's crusted back,
Carried but a while then coldly denied,
But these little feet make big tracks,
On paths whereby humanity is tried.
Only revelation will show the narrow road not taken,
All the prophets, saints and saviors forsaken.
They never walked Earth's crusted back,
But these little feet make big tracks.
Licentious laws lacking spiritual lights,
Bought by jargon jingoes claiming pseudo rights,
Allow doctors to quietly crush the frightened innocent skulls,
And break the little bent backs, of babes whom parents cull.
Surreptitious organizations sired by Legion and conceived in greed,
Ambiguously cite Philanthropy, touting Lucifer's malignant seed,
So these prophets and saviors may never walk Earth's crusted back,
Nevertheless, these little martyred feet... make big tracks.
One million aborted per year in the U.S. since nineteen seventy three,
In the land of the licentious, certainly not the free.
They never walked Earth's crusted back,
But these little feet leave big tracks......
Categories:
ambiguously, lost love, love
Form:
Rhyme
This what would happen in an alternate Universe
Many things would be different and oceans dispersed.
There's no such thing as hunger, water or air.
Because everyone's a vapor without any care.
C
We float around ambiguously trying to speak
Listening to the sounds of the impermeable weak
No one told you about this project ongoing
It's called X gene, selfless absorbing
R
It turns you into a gene pooled blob
Alters your DNA and pops your corn cob
Making popcorn with your soul
Seemingly making you whole.
A
This is what happens when you take too much
Your brain will end up on the sidewalk and such
Basically you won't ever come back
From smoking and smoking that god awful crack.
C
Drugs are bad mmkay
This what I say
K
Stay in drugs, go to milk and don't do school.
See what happens, now who’s the fool?
Anyone annotates astutely astounds
But baby bounces ballistic-ally brags
Can catching crazy come coining creativeness?
Categories:
ambiguously, addiction, analogy, best friend,
Form:
Rhyme
Colours swirling ambiguously bound,
Exploring the many that I have found.
Enlightened souls with thoughts of wonder,
Creating new worlds in which to ponder.
Categories:
ambiguously, adventure, imagination,
Form:
Couplet
I read Eisenstein's sacred economics
a year or two ago,
and it is one of the few I still remember
and often think about
and long for.
This ecological
theological
economic read
was my ego's cooperative investment
in TruthLeft with BeautyRight
Charles had paid-forward
in writing this cooperatively-invested exchange.
I love his WinWin ego/eco-system
not not ZeroSum
degenerative/regeneratively ambiguous imagination
listening to history's healthy wealth and unwealthy pathology
for ego-patriarchal/eco-feminist
bilaterally creolizing health/wealth value purity
of innocent EarthTribal Beauty flow-power.
If such co-passioned love economy
makes me a crazy ambiguously trans-regenerative investor
in polypathic WinWin health and wealth of beauty
wizard/wild wikimess
With truly shape-shifting liberal love
of deeply conservational green eco-normic
metaphoric learning truly gorgeous virtuous feedback value
from healthy non-violent eco-political communicating voices
Then,
so be my personal and political health systemic investments.
I am
what we are LeftWin/RightWin becoming,
so let's just move on
and fully occupy this trouble-shooting transubstantiating
trans-regenerative 4D
ZeroZone spacetime
EarthTribe Paradise potential
Truth/Beauty polynomial
Integrity of healthy cooperative Win/Win economics
with wealthy ecologics,
organically empowering systems
with bilateral Left/Right rhythms,
Yang/Yin
Universal/Unitarian,
Nature/Spirit promoting
dipolar co-lateral Zero InvestmentZone
of interdependent BeautifulDiversity
Guilty of re-syncing
as fully WinHealth/WinWealth
LeftEgo/RightEco-normatively charged,
and still changing,
and recharging
and prechanging
and uncharging
and not not polypathically changing
exchanging
Win/Lose competitive economic systems
for Win/Win ecopolitical
eco-logical webs
of heart-felt, fully-infested muses
for beautiful Myth,
co-operating nutritional organic exchanges
of healthy/pathological interdependent information
FeltFull MindHeart : FullFelt HeartMind
Categories:
ambiguously, beauty, health, integrity, love,
Form:
Political Verse
Jinxed jesting jejune junior jobber...
just jabbering gibberish (A - I)
Again, another awkward ambitious
arduous attempt at alphabetically
arranging atrociously ambiguously
absolutely asinine avoidable alliteration.
Because...? Basically bonafide belching,
bobbing, bumbling, bohemian beastie boy,
bereft bummer, bleeds blasé blues, begetting
bloviated boilerplate bildungsroman,
boasting bougainvillea background.
Civil, clever clover chomping, cheap
chipper cool cutthroat clueless clodhopper,
chafed centenary, codifies communication
cryptically, challenging capable, certifiably
cheerful college coed.
Divine dapper daredevil, deft, destitute,
doddering, dorky dude, dummkopf Dagwood
descendent, dagnabbit, demands daring
dedicated doodling, dubious, dynamite,
deaf dwarf, diehard doppelganger, Doctor
Demento double, declaring depraved
daffy dis(pense)able dufus Donald Duck
derailed democracy devastatingly defunct.
Eccentric, edified English exile,
effervescent, elementary, echinoderm
eating egghead, Earthling, excretes,
etches, ejaculates, effortless exceptional
emphatic effluvium enraging eminent,
eschatologically entranced, elongated
elasmobranchii, emerald eyed Ebenezer,
effectively experiments, emulates epochal
eczema epidemic, elevating, escalating,
exaggerating enmity, enduring exhausting
emphysema.
Freed fentanyl fueled, fickle figurative
flippant fiddler, fiendishly filmy, fishy,
fluke, flamboyantly frivolous, fictitious,
felonious, fallacious, fabulously fatalistic,
flabbergasted, fettered, flustered, facile,
faceless, feckless, financially forked,
foregone, forlorn futile fulsome, freckled
feverish, foo fighting, faulty, freezing,
fleeting famously failing forecaster, flubs
"FAKE" fundamental fibber fiat, fabricating
fiery fissile fractured fios faculties.
Categories:
ambiguously, dance, hello, imagery, motivation,
Form:
Alliteration
The risk added excitement at the time,
Admittedly a conscious decision was made to commit a crime.
Not yielding to ethical thought,
Reluctant to believe that the transgression would be caught.
Self-assured I say ....weep not.
Disjoining, conviction, and separation of family,
Sustaining the ability to hold on to sanity.
Not inclined to allow the flowage to over run,
Conceding to the occurrence; as the moon to the sun.
Ambiguously I say ...weep not.
Stepping into a cement six by six,
The grey and white walls suffocating, as my eyes become fixed.
Stretching out on a narrow bank, hands cradling my head,
Paralyzed with deep immersed reflection of pending dread.
Actuality I say ...weep not.
Releasing feelings of being maltreated after death,
The seasonal matter has been put to rest.
A moral discretion occurred but I am still alive,
To conquer over an erroneous deviation, I thrive.
Subsequently I say ...weep not.
@ Tunisia Torres
2/2/2009
Categories:
ambiguously, confusion, faith, hope, recovery
Form:
Lyric
LONELINESS
muted sound of TV creeping through
emaciated walls
thoughts reflecting drift distancing
solitudes seclusion
choosing to fade the day away in
reclusive isolation
I contemplate our separate lives
your wrecking ball in rage survives
bury all love in faded world-weary
worn- out dreams
ambiguously vague swallowing
alcohol
doubt exhumes diamonds in the dirt
of neat rows
I contemplate our separate lives
your wrecking ball in rage survives
slowly buried under all these
words and lines
hiding and healing hollow void
empty spaces
muted voice of numbed emotion
emaciated falls
I contemplate our separate lives
your wrecking ball in rage survive
© Kim van Breda—5 August 2014
Categories:
ambiguously, confusion, farewell, life, lonely,
Form:
Blank verse
In your restless slumbers you feel me,
I know you feel me.
Always by your side like an iron rusted sword
Dull to the touch and stranded to the length of your back.
Your sudden sighs will be the ocean churning and
The waves that collapse against the shore.
Every ache you undergo will emit a moan
So loud and locked away that even the sky will mourn
And it’s rains will fall for you alone.
Each dripping drop will attempt to match your insides
From the moment the first moon beams hit your windowsill
Till the sun ascends in an incandescent dawn
That pinkens the walls of your chambers.
You look beyond a naked field to
A moon which eases with every passing moment.
Beckoning you to dreams and thoughts that lay like scars and stains.
Come, they whisper.
Come listen to the symphony of our affairs.
Come watch these green waters turn to gold.
Travel the world and reach the end
Only to find that you still want.
But here, with no one around in this volatile room,
With no eyes peering but the licks of lighted candles,
You’ll plead no to a nameless fear
As you swallow the back of your mind.
Let an open mind in,
Allow it to listen.
And as you glance over to vacancy from
Your worn and heated side,
The skies will shudder with every hope and every lie
That even Socrates cannot deny these tries.
But in the half light of my own room
I wish to be your broken record
Or the lead singers private microphone.
Kiss my finger tips and drink in the residue of fountain pens.
I will plaster each phrase to my bedroom wall
Where I live to see that the writing never flows.
That each excerpt is choppy and final.
That every quote is bold and blush.
The frayed and shredded nursery wallpaper,
Shimmering pink with sudden audacity,
Will reflect moodily and ambiguously of my shattered thoughts.
With kudos to a grandmother Mary,
I slowly lift a frozen face from underneath a pillow.
After a minute of self doubt and realization
That settles like pin pricks on the palms of my hands,
I slide the idle face back into it’s sheath
Then contemplate the curiosity of my own slumber.
While ignoring every hope of sleep,
I’ll thread two nimble fingers through an open flame,
Stare provokingly into the shadows on the ceiling,
Get bored,
Get lonely,
And think of you.
Categories:
ambiguously, angst, introspection, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
I get lost in the moment watching and reading about certain mysteries
48 hours is a particular show where I feel like I'm at the crime scene
and the head line news on the tube and especially the internet
where the facts don't always add up is the ones I cannot forget
Especially the ones where they say no foul play was involved
the case was opened and closed so fast they quickly say its solved
claiming the case is a suicide I try to be a sleuth like Columbo
where red flags go up in my mind and there's more I need to know
Combing and pouring over the few clues I end up scratching my head
and wonder why these were the only facts the public was fed
where you know there are holes in the story and its still a mystery
frustrated you try to let it go thinking ambiguously
In my mind I try to see exactly what happened that fateful day
who the victim was, their circumstances, and if there was foul play
specifically the cases where the victim had suddenly disappeared
turning up dead weeks later in a remote spot as we had all feared
This murder mystery moment arouses my inner curiosity
an amateur sleuth searching for answers that finally satisfies me.
6-10-18
Categories:
ambiguously, death, mystery,
Form:
Rhyme
What is the difference between firmness and force
other than exterior as interior cooperation?
Difference between truth and love is,
hmmm...
perhaps the same,
or so I economically as politically feel nurturing right now.
Firmness of truth
as love's cooperative force.
Why do we settle for ambiguously competing complexity
when the life we seek together
might be better faithed as regenerativity?
When did chaotic researchers
settle for complexity
as our primal road toward comprehension
of ourselves on
and in
and of and for
Earth's healthy extending family environment?
We both want and need better internal cooperative views
of recombining regenesis,
transliterations for/of transmutations,
not with freedom to become any ecological landscape at all,
with requisite climate,
but certainly freedom from dominating competitions,
monoculturing insurrections, cancers
of otherwise cooperatively designing organic functions
within this multiculturing polypathic story
of Earth's metamorphic satyagraha;
firmly deep comprehending truths of forcefully regenerating love.
Not all that organically complex
as heard and seen and smelled and tasted from inside
life's ecopolitical opportunities for health
and ecological risks of continuing climate pathologies.
Categories:
ambiguously, culture, health, peace, philosophy,
Form:
Political Verse
I wonder if heuristic,
tentative thoughts,
and ambiguous,
nebulous feelings,
coalesce, sometimes
into resonant knowing
In a personal
powerful
illuminating way
resilient hope of sharing
this round living Earth
with robust wildness
leaking out in between
relentlessly speaking words,
autobiographical lessons
never native learned
Thereby opening a passion
for searching communioned sacred doors
toward further nuance,
Recreating what we have lived to know,
to timelessly
yet ambiguously appreciate,
celebrate in awe
of this wilderness
we have always known
but could not, before,
articulate alone.
Nature's living roundness
of healthy, robust Earth
grows never merely alone
Celebrating
yet challenging
peaceful and leisurely integrity,
lovely
perfect ease
of right felt
strong ecstatic left mindedness
under controlled
Like Mother
and newly freed newborn
struggling through wild co-attachment.
Like multicolored bands
of a bowed rainbow
assembling
and recomposing each miraculously unveiling other
in perfectly predictable progressive laws
of domesticated
conserving order,
Transculturing lucent symmetry
empowering sustained non-violent light
resplendently full of wilding
wondrous mystery
Remembered images
of fading
bewildering
wildly tentative thoughts,
and ambiguous,
nebulous feeling
wilderness, sometimes
recreative knowing
this from which
we derive
arrive
strive
more consciously alive.
Categories:
ambiguously, adventure, community, earth, health,
Form:
Political Verse
Auspiciously, Authentic
Artificial, Ateller
Artistic, Author
Astutely, Aware
Astronomically, Astounding
Arrogantly, Aroused
Argumentative, American
****, Authority
Apostolic, Action
Anglo-phonic, Anglican
Ambiguously, Ambidextrous
All around, Affectionate
Absolutely, Adament
Abiding, Ability
Arranging, Alphabetically
I had to try this for my Mary, How did I do Honey?
Categories:
ambiguously, introspection
Form:
ABC
Personal identity,
like politically empowered/disempowered identity,
evolves within EgoSpirited voices
Exchanging feelings
with EcoSoul's outside co-relational serenity,
anima mundi
uncovering ZeroZone bilateral Janus-faces,
Non-verbal language
noticing co-relational
health and pathology
qualities sensed,
felt,
originally tasted
And
Verbal iconically quantitative patriarchal voices
for either Ego, or Eco
survivalist thinking
how to further colonize
Ironically matriarchal both-and thrivalist
ego/eco-feeling co-relative voices,
healthy serene
and un-easy dissonant
Ambiguously:
Eastern innocent infantile,
Southern sagely adolescent sensual,
Western secular/sacred romantic fool
maturing ego/eco shape-shifting Win/Win climates inside
and out,
Northern maternal/paternal WiseElder
speaking and acting with polypathic compassion,
ReGenerative EarthSoul strains and stresses
hopes and faiths
come to reverse LeftBrain dominant Earth climates,
at last, at last
Yin-understory with Yang-canopy of heaven
upside down
revolutionary turning,
rewinding global wealth
as public healthy change
re-syncing Green New Deals
for 2020 taste and see cooperative multiculturing nutrition
outlasting more recent mechanistic,
competitive,
ballistic,
monoculturing toxins
Of merely legalistic
uniform
apartheid totalitarian
religious Win/Lose un-ecological equanimity
unchanging
fundamentalistic
dualistic
nihilistic
wounded voices
Still actively hoping
to conjoin more healthing choices
than a denatured unchanging
and therefore sadly dead
originally progenitive in-between voices way,
organically interdependent truths,
fully co-passioning life.
Categories:
ambiguously, health, integrity, nature, peace,
Form:
Political Verse