Best Equivocation Poems
POTD 7 Oct 2020
Step ever so light
Into this treacherous night
Creatures that abandon the day
come out to play
Hear those June winds howl
To the hoot of an owl
the candle flame flickers
' forewarned is forearmed'
There is corruption at play
In this treacherous night
Step ever so light,
ever so light
The long arm of
equivocation favours
Wrong over Right
As ordered lives fray
The spinning wheel turns
Casting shadows upon
The power of the judge
Will he unravel?
While a Puppeteer
holds the mighty gavel
The blind eye is turned
As the forged scales tip
towards the stolen people
Self-imposing chosen sheeple
To play ball they crawl
The Universal teachings
they fail to recall
In this treacherous night
that steals your Soul
Step ever so light
ever so light
by Maria Williams
6/10/20
POTD 7 Oct 2020
Stands on the land of heterodox
Who's the mightiest God of all?
People live and die on their equivocation thoughts
Those who exclaimed about the God who never fall
Inversely proportional to what they always do
Who's the mightiest God of all?
Seekers, believers, heathens and philosophers with their point of view
All still seeks for the truth and uphold one they call peace
Inversely proportional to what they always do
Compiling the ideas piece by piece
Who are we without all these idealism?
All still seeks for the truth and uphold one they call peace
At the end world leads to anarchism
They failed to adhere what they create
Who are we without all these idealism?
The idea of God and religion become skeptical trait
They failed to adhere what they create
Stands on the land of heterodox
People live and die on their equivocation thoughts
*This poem inspired by the contest that held by Richard Lamoureux, which I failed to join, but somehow I come up with this idea. Thank you for the inspiration :D.
...for Carson McCullers
Terse language
scored to the bone
with no leftovers;
pouring sorrow into
every crucial word
without a shred of platitude.
She faced her ghosts
with grace and fortitude,
placing hope and loss
in perfect symmetry,
embracing solitude.
Straight to the heart
she spoke the truth,
with no equivocation
or careless gesture.
THANKFUL
I am thankful for many things
Unlocking universal truths of life’s journey
we all share
Shared experiences that make me feel connected,
less alone and isolated
In all earnesty
My heart is content with all I have,
this and nothing more
A want for nothing
I confess lack of anything does not exist for me
How could I ask for more?
Abundance is the blessing bestowed upon me
There is always something to be thankful for
without equivocation
I am thankful for friends who infuse my life with meaning
I don’t want to say anything more
but thank you God
For the gift of life itself
I will extract the essence of life out of every experience
and cherish it
Treasure every fleeting happy moment
And for the rest of my life on earth
I will be thankful
For rite of passage into emotional maturity
a rebirth
It has always been my naïve, farm-boy assumption,
That one attends college to attain a degree of gumption!
And furthermore that Daddy sends his kid to college,
Not so much to party but to obtain a modicum of knowledge!
I assume that the autocrats who abide in Washington D.C.,
Have attended college and somehow earned at least a BS Degree!
BS stands for Bachelor of Science Degree without equivocation,
But it seems in Washington, BS has assumed a different connotation!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
I marvel at your balance,
And how firm your buttocks be,
Seated on a narrow perch,
With cheeks so splinter-free.
You never make your mind up,
That is no easy task!
And dodge every question,
No matter what is asked,
You’ve mastered indecision,
You’re an expert of unsure,
You understand the points against,
As well as all those for.
Your skill is really best shown,
When presented with a choice,
You “um” and “err” with greatest ease,
With an irresoluted voice.
Your opinions are a mystery,
Locked deep inside your mind,
Shinning jewels of insight,
A richer treasure you won’t find.
And so you wisely keep them,
All secured away,
Just so you’ll never lose them,
And your property they’ll stay.
So I really must admire,
Equivocation,
And recognise it as a type,
Of thoughtful conservation.
...for Carson McCullers
Terse language scored to the bone
with naught leftover,
truth suffusing every word
without a shred of platitude.
She faced her ghosts with fortitude,
hope and loss a perfect blending.
Straight to the point she spoke her mind,
no careless gesture or equivocation.
...for Carson McCullers
Terse language
scored to the bone
with no leftovers;
pouring sorrow into
every crucial word
without a shred of platitude.
She faced her ghosts
with grace and fortitude,
placing hope and loss
in perfect symmetry,
embracing solitude.
Straight to the heart
she spoke the truth,
with no equivocation
or careless gesture.
Take care of her
Keeping toes and ties off the ground
Beware of those with savage intent
To draw her down
Beware those of quisling heart
Who seek only to pillage then plunder her
All those faces leering, cajoling, jeering then cheering
Distant recollections surface
Unwinding their purpose
A catalogue of misadventure
THEIR venom put upon YOU
As they race towards their judgmental conclusions
Rabid and acrid
Hypocritical bigotisms abound
Calling a DIAMOND, when a spade is just a spade.
Cathartic embolisms hold ears to ground
THIS wins NO points
Brings NO praise
Wears NO crown
The caterwauling of corruption
Casting dispersions, then claiming coercion
An aberration distilled down to its basest most repugnant desires
Wanton ADORATION to feed that nepotistic idolatry
The equivocation, The skullduggery
The pettifoggery, the subterfuge,
The pontification, The verascification
Dealt to all in attendance.
With all its scheming, and shifting and sideways leaning
The chicanery of blackest soul
Whose demarcation is bound by and to, those most easily bled, those most easily misled.
The ebb and flow of the waves coming and going
As they plead and pine
Quickly now, retreating
A slender pole with simple cord, is slowly dressed in
Her Red White and Blue
A bit tattered
A bit torn
Threadbare and Worn
Holds a message of SACRIFICE , of DUTY, of HONOR
OF HER TRUTHS PROMISED.
HER emancipated can bare no more system wide degradations.
The indignities cast upon her by those who hold the keys to HER hallowed halls, TIGHT to their chests
Allowing NOT
The promise of a justice blind, impartial, dealt with even hand over all her land.
We pledge to HER our loyalty, not one man
We pledge to HER as ONE country United beneath her splendor
A PLEDGE of Love for her and to one another.
We haven't met for a long time
Accidentally in the road,
Our hands touched each other.
We exchanged some phrases:
What brought you, here?
- In equivocation smile -
Said: What brought 'you', here?
- What do you suggest!
- Let’s take a walk.
I said: your hands are guilty,
My heart is burning,
- His lips, never trembled -
He fondles my cheeks with a smile,
Handed me to death, and then gone.
...for Carson McCullers
Terse language
scored to the bone
with no leftovers;
pouring sorrow into
every crucial word
without a shred of platitude.
She faced her ghosts
with grace and fortitude,
placing hope and loss
in perfect symmetry,
embracing solitude.
Straight to the heart
she spoke the truth,
with no equivocation
or careless gesture.
...for Carson McCullers
Terse language
scored to the bone
with no leftovers;
pouring sorrow into
every crucial word
without a shred of platitude.
She faced her ghosts
with grace and fortitude,
placing hope and loss
in perfect symmetry,
embracing solitude.
Straight to the heart
she spoke the truth,
with no equivocation
or careless gesture.
Upon receipt of this paraphrase whenever it visits upon your person--free of dire straits and in trepidation, its infamous adage, "Anything that can go wrong will go wrong," subject to limits.
I've equivocated or tossed-up similarities of circumstances and their eventual outcome via two terse verse coursing, about a couple of other postings below this one.
It is--I strongly advise--recommended reading for matters of consequence hereafter, for such they'd be an exemplar for a better you.
Equivocation is hiding the truth, sway lies your way ... by telling a story, or stories.
If quantum knowledge serves you well, you'll see the clarity--via the obscurity and levity--and the light at the end of its veracity.
I think we're in trouble mate
why, what's wrong
I saw the pilot reading a manual
was it how to land a plane in a storm
no, how to fly one
???---!.
there's no life preservers on this ship, mate
I heard this captain say that the ship has a full complement on board
so what does that mean
well after the ship sinks
we'll just sit tight
with no life preservers
there'll be plenty
just wait a while
give or take ... !
The Cinematic Film Treatment as a stand alone element
in the aesthetic revolution we are now not witnessing
Unforgotten Lacerations
A pataphysical circus of visual elements, possibly comprehensible depending upon one's ideological orientation or level of pre-programmed self-inhibition, as a product of The Secret Alliance of Manipulators who are able to make time seem to sputter and stall, which renders entire historic eras readable as non-immersive abstractions accessible to self-evolved synthetico-interpretive frameworks which, strangely enough, can be scenario-independent, yet anti-universalist, if perceived from behind protective eye wear (and hand wear) when transnavigating the immense rainbow-hued gulf between pleasant surroundings and a 3rd World prison cell in a forgotten jungle at the mouth of the River of Despair where zebras eat unicorns for breakfast, and blend in so much better to boot in a time where protective foliage is the name of the game and infiltration a fine art enamored of free spirits capable of moving from demographic to demographic while in the pay of no orthodoxy, no tradition, no taboo circus, no constricting corsets of approval, no appetite or appetite suppressant, no failure to observe and snicker at the many ironies the 3rd dimension presents us, no reluctance to laugh at the great archive of human failure and triumph so evident upon the pixels of Imagos no refusal to laugh in the face of presumption or habit or imitation or indecision or equivocation about the acceptance of new data, period.
QUINTESSENCE
an absence
of
fervent
intensity
in miniature
with
infinite
equivocation
an ambiance
of impressioned
sensations
a resurgence
of an elide
intermix
apparently
remote
from
abiding concern
obliquely
descended into
a preoccupation
with the sensual
such
eloquent
perfection to
enlighten
the fusion
of continuity
with cohesion
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived