Best Ambivalent Poems
I’m both painfully shy, and brazenly bold.
The push & pull of opposing natures
that form my existence.
Living my life between the lines
Cold and factual yet scattered and emotion charged,
Faltering, yet ever steady;
loyal even when in full run.
Shuttering with precision,
accurately ambiguous,
softly roaring.
A cynical romantic,
a speechless poet,
practicing an artless art.
Inside and outside I quiver in an instant.
I have abandoned all my ships,
Just because I see stars.
That is when you caught my glimpse.
But I should recall
That since everything eventually dies,
Now, you are just a supernova's ashes.
(The strained stars
Are through the pain lane;
Slain in vain with seraphic darkness and darkened brightness...)
So, bring me the horizon,
Because I need new stardust
To soothe my astral scars
Of the dim nights
That your paroxysmal ashes burned...
Now, there is a voided starlight
Faded in myself.
So, I'll try to ask Alexandria
For the book of universal knowledge,
To see if the blackness could be subdued
From these arcane dimensions...
(Let lights feign,
Let stars rain,
Let starfall begin.
[Meteors clash within our abyss]...)
Alone again, I admit
That I am a star between darkness and light;
So are these chains
The starless bane of my life?
Regardless of answers,
I am left with blurred promises
From these stark and ambivalent catharses...
I’m ambivalent
uncertain or unable
that sums it all up
Funny how a fickle heart works:
always pining for what was then
and loving to hate this moment,
oft returning to way back when.
Regretful of all that are gone,
dismissive of the present day,
it cannot wait to get past now
rushing forward to get away.
But wait until tomorrow comes
when today is a faded memory,
heart will pause foolishly longing
for that it cursed just yesterday!
Audacious Autumn rushes in,
Making her way on Summer's heels.
Bringing along big pots of paints,
Instantly Summer's thunder steals.
Vivid hues and ripening fruits,
Are some of the gifts she brings to all.
Lavishly bestowing them on
Each of us as we worship Fall.
Nodding with glee, she mixes blends,
Turning the greens to shades of brown.
As summer fades we wave goodbye
Utterly charmed by Autumn the clown.
Tenth month October takes his turn,
Unlike ninth month, aloof and cool.
Mist, rain and wind are her late gifts,
Naughty Autumn plays game of fool
Written August 27, 2012
Available options stand the bile as they make the will bent
Massachusetts may be best for the holiday to be spent
But the rod of its weather may hit the comfort of its rent
Indecision, glorified from knowledge’s available dent
Vague is their understanding to a result from what they meant
Abstract control and power, making the priest eat meat in lent
Light, maybe heavy, not knowing where the definition went
Eight out of twenty, in idea makes contribution absent
No end point, as in midway, the anger of shortcoming vent
Thought or decision, on many roads, leading to no tent
I have lived as a shadow;
Destined for political battle.
I have lived as a shadow;
Searching unto death for identity.
I have lived in a cave.
I am more than an ex-slave.
I am spirit; I am a divine entity.
I have lived as a shadow:
Battered, bruised and addled.
I have lived as a shadow.
I am invisible ability.
I am without serenity.
Glenn Jr. Marchand
Me, half-dead inside
Dig up into your surface
Heart cry out confide.
' Hesitant Heart to wobble despite of desirous soulmate to welcome.'
_ Poet
Tale of An Ambivalent Guise
Day Dawn's ! Early Morn.
Crimson Sun in radiance.
Mr. Ambivalent Guise
roaming on non mowed lawn
even ignores to glance slant
on Her awaiting with scintillating look
at bated breath.
Idle noon : Pale placid white Moon
Anxious Girl with eager ears to listen
Mr. Introvert Persona's voice
seeming audible as His eyes to glisten.
No ! Stubborn silence not to splinter.
Afternoon merging dreary evening.
Mr. Dubious Phantom
seems to come close.
She rose to hold His hand :
He has neither stopped nor touched.
Mystic Mesmerizing night :
Mr. Morose Enigma
unleashing hard hesitance
undulating and vaporising
in escaping silhouettes.
Through chasm of wobbled peak of
rigid static mountain
oozing amorous flow
surging, cascading in opulence.
Emotive urge enraptured,
captured in Her heart.
One moment stood still
encumbering passage of eternal time.
Simple Single sentence
of six syllables
' I like you, Dear Sweetheart '
embellished Her dreamy desires.
01\14\23
Metrical Poem
Contest by Hilo Poet
It's been a long time
Not going up and down the mountain
I love the exercise of walking
I miss the view of the mountain
Everything is starting to turn green
Grass and trees, roadside flowers blooming
The rice plants are turning gold
A month or so ready for a harvest
I want to walk beside the shallow river
And feel the coarse sand in my feet
An afternoon bath is a truly consoling
To pass away the city hussle-buzzle stress
Life in the mountain is quiet lonely
With nature with me thus makes me happy
Living here is simple and very rural
The food are exotic, air is fresh
The water is a cleansing power
Everything you do is organic and fruitful
If technology is applied here is a double joy
The advantage here is such a remarkable achievement.
AMBIVALENT
The swallowing of a morsel can't be justified
If the stomach still hurts.
Scorpion– the shining demon,
who doesn't stop until it’s quashed
applauds as it was filled with goosebumps.
A dog with two tails–yet barks,
and they say the future of the unknown
Is seen by Accompaniment of tears with personal growth.
Yet– the flame went down through us.
Come rain or shine,
A new Renaissance needs to be found
To a land proposed with happiness
In a wide dark bush filled with bitter leaf.
Yeh! the old Renaissance
The assumed room temperature was hugged.
some bellied up while a few fell on the wrong side of the grass.
Who knows!
If I will bite the dust before then!
Time flies like an arrow
No money– yet parties flowed like never before
No Food– yet waste bins overflowed with food remnants
Nothing to write home about
But bittersweetness is to be remembered
Peace be unto us that made it,
To that decade we never thought we could overcome
Surely another mountain shall stand against an egg,
Enthralling to see the new resolution.
©Fawass Olalekan Adelabu
Butterfly feelings gently loosened
Floating amongst easy thoughts
Coaxing ambivalent dreams
A joyously relaxing nap
Following too much pumpkin pie
~ oh, my state of mind; between ennui and joy, it tilts to the latter ~
In my lonely times,
I feel crowded the most.
In my sad times,
I feel happiest the most.
In my crying times,
I feel playful the most.
In my hurting times,
I feel healed the most.
In my stormy times,
I feel calm the most.
In my chaotic times,
I feel peaceful the most.
In my happy times,
I feel troubled the most.
In my hyperactive times,
I feel less concerned the most.
In my sorry times,
I feel wronged the most.
In my loving time,
I feel rejected the most.
In one's living time,
He feels dead the most.
In one's dying time,
He feels life the most.
In the presence of my mind,
I feel absent the most.
In the face of many readers of mine,
I feel numbness in my pen the most.