Best Equivocating Poems

...inspired by 'Portrait of a Lady' by T.S. Eliot


On winter days the view outside is nebulous at best,
within, the furniture is as it alway was, and I am waiting,
waiting for a glimpse of you to silence my equivocating.
Somber is my attitude, the light is dim,...

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Left:
Let's start at the beginning
of your ecotherapeutic day.

I'm talking today with Fr. Time,
Earth's only fully self-ordained ecotherapist,
and recently published author of
"Journals of MotherEarth."

We have no corporate sponsorships to report,
although we are for sale
especially if you're buying,
or know anyone who is,
and can afford us--
cause we ain't...

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Basic Attendance,
listening deeply to the sounds
and functions
flows and forms of nature's voices,
human nature's moving choices
evolve from panentheistic roots
toward win/win co-empathic,
vulnerably transparent
nondual dark energy

Equivalently empowering/disempowering identity
of not-yet-full synergetically integrating
Other/Selfing
pregnantly individuating Time,
equivocating re-incarnating
personal space
through sacred communal time

Positive
protonic health
polymorphic wealth

Polypathic
polyphonic
polycultural healing

Multisystemic 
harmonic balance
between Yang-stimulus(t) 
and Yin-response(x).

From divine epicenter...

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One liar said to the other liar,
“That’s some shaky vanilla truth,
I heard you done cold call sold.
With these lying eyes, do I scream with glee ... 
you left girl honesty 
hanging altar jilted at that reveal wed party.
Quick thinking on nimble toes!
Very cadaver clever of...

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...inspired by 'Portrait Of A Lady' by T.S. Eliot


On winter days the view outside is nebulous at best,
within, the furniture is as it always was, and I am waiting,
waiting for a glimpse of you to silence my equivocating.
Somber is my attitude, the light is dim,...

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Let's do a bit of sacramental gaming.

Oh no, Dear!
That smells and sounds coldly inappropriate.
What would your great-grandmother say?

OK, well...
how about a mutually refining discussion
about theological system development?

That might be alright,
although heavy.
But, don't you mean the development of systematic theology?

That too, I suppose,
although I have not...

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Just say yes
to not yet gone
not yet going against your way
not yet becoming distrusted distasteful dissonance.

Those of us more blessed in the Positive Psychology department,
and yet perhaps all of us somewhat more opaquely,
enjoy qualities of life that we all do want,
and an equal number of...

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What remains 
when gratitude for learning
totally evaporates?

I don't know...
Totalitarian senility, maybe?
I guess I don't understand
the source of your question, dear.
Do you feel less grateful for learning
than in more formative years?

No, I don't
but I sense younger generations might.
A PostMillennial Virus.

I sense a growing gap
between compulsory educational...

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...inspired by 'Portrait Of A Lady' by T.S. Eliot


On winter days the view outside is nebulous at best,
within, the furniture is as it always was, and I am waiting,
waiting for a glimpse of you to silence my equivocating.
Somber is my attitude, the light is dim,...

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LAMENT FOR THE LOST PRONOUN

Oh! THOU art lost and gone perhaps forever
By equivocating pronoun now replaced 
Where once were I and THOU in shared endeavour
Abandoned and neglected left to waste

Since THOU departed there’s a missing piece
Within the language where we speak of love
A vacuum in...

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On winter days the view outside is nebulous at best,
within, the furniture is as it alway was, and I am waiting,
waiting for a glimpse of you to silence my equivocating.
Somber is my attitude, the light is dim, curtains at rest,
as dust mites dance, the clock...

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...inspired by 'Portrait Of A Lady' by T.S. Eliot


On winter days the view outside is nebulous at best,
within, the furniture is as it always was, and I am waiting,
waiting for a glimpse of you to silence my equivocating.
Somber is my attitude, the light is dim,...

Continue reading...

On winter days the view outside is nebulous at best,
within, the furniture is as it alway was, and I am waiting,
waiting for a glimpse of you to silence my equivocating.
Somber is my attitude, the light is dim, curtains at rest,
as dust mites dance, the clock...

Continue reading...

Animistic
animated health
designing intelligence,
dynamically changing
emerging PoliCulture's wealth

Is rooted in economic
and political experiential consciousness
derived from,
and arriving for,
integral EarthTribe's
bihemispheric balancing win to win patterns
tipping forward progressive 
democratically yintegral,
not so much autocratic yanged out, 
healthy process

Defining/refining
both/and equivocating perceptions
of empowering/enlightening health risks
reconnecting/re-ligioning 
secular/sacred EarthWealth,
indigenous wu-wei
Me/We nondualistic
nature/spirit
ego/ecosystemic ladder Poles

Transporting pokey
prickly powering...

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Negligent grooming habits unbridled

Apathy toward mine personal hygiene
i.e. relinquishing attention
linkedin with bare toiletries,
cuz I rarely spruced myself up
nor never maple leave
to cease being hard nut to crack
and rendered adopted
couture modus operandi
of yours truly shabby chic
figurative page taken
directly from Pigpen's playbook.

Indifference to attire
automatically spelled damnation 
when...

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