Best Indecisions Poems
POTD 6 Mar 2020
Oh, where are those waves
of bygone days
that caressed and rocked
on hearing you cry?
‘Sleep little ship’ I'd murmur low
while ocean crooned her soft lullaby
Turbulent change wrought by tempestuous winds
Fresh cravings to taste the salted breeze
In foam and spray twixt the now lashing waves
Illusions waft to tempt and tease
Resounding thunder heralds a storm
Streaks of lightning split the skies
Your torch burning bright to take the helm
for selfish reasons my love denies
Indecisions vacillate crucial visions
cavernous chasms far withdrawn
The deeper I think the lower I sink
The wind howls forth a cry forlorn
No delusion with love ~ high the price
In this icy realm my resistance will take
a solicitous change of a Mother’s heart
Look not the shattered glass in your wake
The impulses of the over protective mother and keeping her child sheltered in a bubble away from the real world is just not feasible anymore. The ‘Breaking Point’ is, when she must weigh up her own feelings - either relinquishing her relationship with her offspring by forcing it to stay, or breaking her heart if she lets it go.
Ultimately, as in the ‘Story of Life’…. Love conquers all.
~Happy International Women's Day to those celebrating on Sunday 8th ~
POTD 6 Mar 2020
We have toiled for long
Our forefathers have trend the path
And made their mark
And the rest is history
We have had our share of sorrows
We have had our share of victories
Battles we won, battles we lost
But amidst all these
All we see ahead is our bright future
Although our dreams may be over shadowed by
the wars we are still battling within
Our hopes may be limping by indecisions
Our stability may be wavering
But we aren't giving up!
And definitely, we aren't bowing out!
Truly, Nigeria has had her own share of war
We aren't retreating!
And we surely aren't going to surrender!
And with every painful but purposeful step
We are claiming our position back
as the giant of Africa!
Nigeria is beautiful
and her people, her glory
Maybe slowly, but definitely, God will heal our land
GOD BLESS NIGERIA
GOD BLESS AFRICA
GOD BLESS THE WORLD.
In the quietest of moments
I can touch with my weary eyes
and reminisce on the soft sweet lips
of dawn's innocent but early sensual kiss
all that I have and all that I miss
In the quietest of moments
I can wear no real disguise
I have nowhere to run
no place to hide
from the pain that hears sad refrains
of too many questions and too many answers
and too many hard goodbyes
In the quietest of moments
I can hear the echo of his reflection
of my most sacred affections
Such beautiful recollections
there for an instant and then gone.
In the quietest of moments
I can feel with my outstretched hands
these fingers
holding on to long ago yesterdays
prying at tomorrow's memories
These hands
keeping safe the visions
of all of my regrets and indecisions
They zoom into focus
then just as quickly fade away
into the absurdity of black and then gray
In the quietest of moments
I can see within my heart
her unsolved mystery
her unsettled history
a place where she belongs
beating softly to a private song
She tries hard to be kind
to pay no mind
to fear
but still
She wants to know
will she find what she seeks
in the coming days and the weeks
An elusive key to finally let go
and unlock her very soul?
In the quietest moments,
Silence hugs me as a good friend
I have only to sit still
for her to come and visit with me again
She tells me a secret only we can share
There is no need to hurry or despair
In the quietest of moments,
I am completely free
to be all alone with me
The A to P of Change Procrastination to Adventure
Answers to be found to questions unknown must arise from new
Bold novel beginnings revisions contemplation reflections and prisms
Can manage to challenge unearth previously untrodden pastures
Diminish confusing conflicts depression mood swings all our schisms
Encompass what portrays and enlightens where we once had no clue
Forego all those doubts uncertainties mistrusts dithering divisions
Grafting and crafting embracing in gratitude those many disasters
Heralds art works in person and paper defies discards rephrases indecisions
In faith change and purposive interrogation we might well eschew
Jumbled controversies intercept trapdoors pitfalls mindless perditions
Kaleidoscopic mixed and matching compositions not necessarily faster
Lie within us so obviously they require manifold repertoires of renditions
Much hard work is needed in our strife but reward looms where credit is due
No more of that past nonsense routine inculcated intrusive narrow opposition
Obfuscations of sanity health revival if we desire to become our own master
Perfused with loving kindness honesty less traditional re-calibrated new mission
02nd August 2016-09-01
written in abcb rhyme for
contest Alphabet Soup
JUST ONE MORE DAY
To you, David:
Just one more day would never be enough time
to read you all the poems I've written in rhyme.
I write our memories where no one else can see
It's become my way of keeping you close to me
Your note, "My Dusty Blue, know what I'd do?
I'd still be searching, if I'd not yet found you."
I treasure the notes, for they mean so much more.
I hold them to my heart when tears begin to pour.
Oh, our nights of love, the gentleness of your kiss.
I write of the many little things that I sadly miss.
If you were here I'd look deep into your green eyes,
reflected there would be the love you can't disguise.
Those moonlit nights, searching for a falling star,
indecisions we laughed over when choosing a car.
We'd share the kitchen once more to make a meal.
Your favorite recipe to include the kiss you'd steal.
Walking the mountain path among the aspen trees,
Oh how I long to have one more day such as these.
The blanket of snow and the snowballs we tossed
You filled my life with laughter,now all that is lost.
I miss the sound of your voice, whispering in my ear,
"I love you, Linners." Upon my cheek, fell your tear.
How wonderful it would be to sleep on your arm,
But oh, my love, would it serve to do more harm?
Another time of grief and mourning, another goodbye.
It would be much too hard to bear for both you and I.
I'll keep writing of the memories that lie in my heart
to read after my death, when we will never be apart.
December 12th 2015
Just One More Day
Sponsor: Laura Loo
April 12, 2013
An ode to LIFE (AGBON)
The yesterdays,
The todays and even the uncertain morrows
In accordance to the law of nature
Are in a state of a perpetual flux.
The many stages
We have Experienced
Thus far,
Buttress and assert the karmic theory
Which states that
'whatever goes up will be reversed so
It can be reached'.
Our decisions and indecisions
Are guides, navigating our paths towards
Its designated fate,
For a man is wholly free when he is dead.
Oh!
How true and dedicated many remain
To life's hustle
Amidst it's bellow mysteries
And power tussles.
Which arise as a need mistaken
For peer pressure,
For to sew a clothe, a tailor
Must first take a measure.
Agbon
You are cheap but yet priceless,
Harsh like the fate of Ikoka men after the curse.
Sour Sweet like the taste of the Otien fruit
And indifferent to man's plight.
Agbon
A statue should be made in your name
Because your fairness knows no bound.
For if you were biased,
Only the few rich will survive
Whilst the poor, animals
And the trees will go into extinction.
'A wise man lives once
And leaves while dying.
While a fool dies several times
And regrets even while living.'
Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare
old isn't when you can't,
it is when you don't,
and thy pain is from within,
when without -
life is not a plan,
it is a chance,
intention is a puzzle,
breathing in irregular pieces -
thy beginning is the end,
and thereafter,
thy power is no more,
than hollow laughter -
determination is ego's frustration,
and we cheer,
silence is not golden,
rather beholding to thy fear -
practice requires perfection,
to save another's life,
intervention requires belief,
in anything -
a story is not permanence,
or truth,
just a bending of perception,
thy infinite youth -
to like a thing so much,
will diminish its allure,
sweat is passions motive,
not a reason to quit -
there is no clean,
we are hypothetical dirt,
conflict is not an inner battle,
it is indecisions potential -
superior is not being better than,
it is the realization,
of something other than,
seeing and believing -
faith is not religion,
play for truth or pretend,
feel nor fear,
there is no, the end -
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When Miss Doubtfire moved in
to their heart,
she entered dragon tail swinging
Plastered smiling walls of bachelor resistance
got knocked down
at every single candlelight date demolition
And as the henpeck frowns
rose from the rubble,
an arthropodic shell of a man
was kinda ready
to take a somewhat hard jellyfish stand
But those invertebrate indecisions
would most assuredly get a soft-belly planarian,
a silver hook-thru-the-nose golden band
As the calendar monthly moved closer
to the barracuda tied-knot day,
there was no getting away
from the starfish flip-flop stardust ...
betrothed mollusk ...
pillowy, bent-knee promise made
And that melted-butter, ducky vow
to firmly shut close
the proposed wedding plans gate ...
it went fence straddling again
With the solo living
nearing an end ...
finish line fast approaching —
That ball-and-chain, bold bunny hop jailbreak
was docile, turtle slug running late
Now every waffling, pansy beefcake
who dare procrastinate,
gon get the ring finger ‘cuff-link embrace
Any indecisive invertebrate
who care-free, foolishly hare hesitate
to skip the altar aisle gait —
They will receive
a Groundhog Day mirror fate:
Their spineless soul shall wake each morning,
with Little Boy Blue hard eyes ...
gazing steely
at their shrewish schoolmarm mate
Sadly looking with granite eyes,
at a face
they’ve come to learn to love to hate
Certainty's excess, nor revelations stress
is empathy for rule, not ingress.
A sacrifice so willing must suggest
the option of forgiveness not complex,
a savior ranking forward as our crest.
In torment's indecisions we have lust,
and so endanger others pathways thus.
Contention must be free and motives just ~
in order that our battle . . . . changes us!
Last time thoughts of boosted hope
came toppling down from the launch pad
of inert indecisions
Malfunction of a dilithium crystal heart ...
another failed relationship
doomed to never takeoff from the start
Second stage of salvage effort
were just discarded arguments and disappointments
Time and energy wasted ...
hope falling into the void
Happy memory debris floating in the cosmic ether
Empty personal space
always receive the emotional garbage
that we leave
Rocket hope fueled by catalyst sparks of desire,
only went as far
as the upper room chamber
of suspended animation rest
Anything outside the boundaries
of nocturnal erogenous awakenings
became fatal Apollo dreams
Dying in the void
with burnt cherubim wings
Broken promises made it impossible
to elevate an imperfect union
Failed distant reconciliation rescue attempts
came crash landing into the lonely empty
Our love starship
fell into the void
Pleading cries fall silent
into the void
Metallic teardrops,
from a final hull body and soul effort,
fall into the void
Never making any null noise
Never making any sense of the reasons given
for the rejection of FTL love
A Faster Than Light journey
into the vast nebular firmament mystery above
Your failed reactor fear of not wanting to experience
the quantum outer limit Nth dimensions thereof
turn and walk away from lifes indecisions
why pay the cost for oppressed dogmatic religion?
why do we give in without question without resistance?
why should we live a shitzophrenic existence?
why do we induce guilt and fear into our own hearts and minds?
why do we attack and destroy the flesh of our kind?
why do we live in a world full of hate, greed and decpetion?
why are we so eager to follow popular conception?
why do we worship the images that are bestowed?
why do we feel like something has to be owed?
why is our god full of jealousy and wrath?
yet demands that we walk a very narrow path?
im sick and tired of the lies that are told!!!!
an authortarian belief system that loves to control.
they bond the spirit with the chains of oppression
while the few know the truth while the others keep guessing
knowledge is power but many misuse it to their advantage
yet the stench of preachers and pastors run repugnant and rancid
if death is a gift a release from the flesh
then let us put these preachers and pastors to the test
Should I ever rule this World
Where thousands of Worldians
Inhabit so free;
I'll pray to God that this planet
Be as he first designated it to be,
Free of chaos and indecisions.
Under this rulership there'd be
Free will to choose
And to give glory using gifts and talents.
"Be fruitful and multiply," he said,
First to Adam and then old Noah.
God does love families.
Love your neighbor cordially,
Take care of lower creatures and plants
Have respect for the older folks.
If I only become Ruler of the World,
The poor would be taught how not to be,
Benefactors would give freely as received.
Good roads in all areas asphalttedly paved,
Good schooling for richer or poorer would reign,
In a grand and healthy therapeutic milieu!
Am I staying or leaving?
I don’t know
Am I coming or going,
which way do I go?
So many decisions
bombarding me every which way
Will I leave tomorrow,
or should I’d left yesterday?
I’m caught in a conundrum,
seeing Stevie Wonder inner vision
Facing a catatonic meltdown,
in a state of vegetated indecision
Am I a man or am I a mouse,
should I go outside
or should I stay in the house?
Should I go knock on the door,
or call on the phone?
Gotta make decisions everyday —
but I don't know which one might be wrong
I’m stuck in a dilemma, at the crossroads
Got no map to show me which way to go
Perhaps the flip of a coin will let me know ...
maybe not, maybe so
Facing an existential crisis
of life changing dimensions,
got a batch full of vegetated indecisions
Does she like me,
do I like her?
Is this the right fit, I'm not sure
Do I stand up for myself,
or do I always bend?
Am I getting too fat,
am I getting too thin?
Will it be waffles and chicken,
or eggs and steak
There are so many dietary decisions to make
Do I stay heart smart or go fast food,
be strictly vegan or do buffet menu?
I’m trapped on a spinning carousel,
giving me vertigo blurred vision
Am I going up or am I going down?
I’m a Ferris wheel of vegetated indecision
Can’t seem to make up my mind
with any authority
The only thing I do know for sure is,
don’t pull the plug, please!
What actually happened
in the spin of those struggling years
was nothing worth mentioning,
just being hopeful and not really giving
of myself; and that secret remained untapped
until I became aware of wishes...
An entirely new me
makes my presence real, not elusive,
when a murky night vanishes
through the full moon's luminance...
not to impede, but to appease
any emotion felt instantly!
If instincts could teach me
to avoid the dilemmas I am caught into inadvertently,
I would make those sudden changes
to get rid of all indecisions;
and as need never urges me to set limits,
I must show confidence and courage!
An entirely new me
challenging tomorrow without impatience,
living to the fullest of my desires...
to grasp that moment with eagerness ;
and what will proceed great joy,
will not be comparable to what I will become!
If every single rainbow
had its own pot of gold
how much would we know
before we grew old?
All the decisions we make
and indecisions we have
Just plant a seed
and watch it flower
then tear it down
within the hour
Hope that all
has not been lost
Just give up
there’s too much cost
Empty words are promises made
Lies, the gifts they all gave