Best Unequivocal Poems
Dark thoughts emerging from a lifeless spirit,
a wandering ship sinking into the remotest depths;
denying itself reality and its sense of comfort...
and was ever there a lighthouse to disperse its darkness?
A captain stirring his erring ship,amid furious waves,
for an imminent and fierce war,
not noticing the making of its destiny...
fighting unnecessary battles of ambiguity,
hoping that luck would bring it safely ashore;
even a small island was hidden from his gaze!
An unwise listener would not take advice from anybody,
he didn't reject it embracing his own vulnerability;
a good decision that didn't imply a cost...
would he ever been discouraged or lost?
For uncountable years, this eager sea-man,
resisted and spoiled many pleasures for victory...
freezing time to avoid another tragedy
with a perception so sharp to defy anyone's will!
And did he deserve the harshest judgment
from others, who were pleased with their fate?
Loneliness was chosen by him
for unequivocal reasons and he craved it
like the bitterest, strongest wine
to make him strong and invincible...
nothing swayed him from his pride
to obtain that impossible goal!
He who is born in the ruthless streets of a busy city
I am without a home
A family
Nor a companion
I am all alone
My homes differ from time to time
Abandoned houses, alleys anywhere the streets welcomes me
I am at the mercy of the changing weather
Every day is a battlefield for survival
A gruesome cycle I only wish a good Samaritan may extricate me from
My matted fur is an infestation of ticks and fleas
I have grown accustomed to them to the point where I consider them my family
A fetid odor you may sense
That might be me passing by, turn a blind eye if you don’t mean well
Please don’t charge at me
My weary bones have had enough for one day
Skinny as a toothpick
I make do with the leftovers you throw into the bin
The little I can find to see another sunrise is more than enough
I could cave in and just die in an alleyway somewhere
No one wouldn’t even feel a void of my passing
But my hope to one day have a place where I can belong
Gives me the willpower to strive to see another dawn
To those who have shown me kindness
And only received a bark in return
Forgive me
It isn’t because of hatred
It is because of my leery, dubious and fearful nature
It is the only way I learnt how to survive
I am yet to trust the hands that have shown me no mercy countless times
I only ask you be patient with me
Be gentle with me until I no longer quiver at your touch
Until I can learn how to love and how to receive love
When that happens, I promise you my unequivocal love and loyalty
Just please don’t give up on me
Gentleman
thoughtful honest
funny encouraging decent
sensible practical plausible durable
unequivocal noble polemic
principled studious
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He painted with emotions from a palette of words
Found himself in a forest of light green foliage
Threw his colours and ink pots high into the air
Waited for streams of consciousness to settle
Until sentiments found sentences on their own
The prism of clouds condensed into sun light
A bold font trickled from the pen’s fountain
Near a spring of love healing and innocence
Above an eagle circled above smudges of tears
Imagined that he was part of the poet’s plot
A flying aerial daredevil screeched his giggles
Undertone of freedom and ambience of spirit
Sound of the wilderness and narration of prey
A reminder and prayer of letting go of the past
Charisma found pages of unequivocal surrender
The scribe had been a hunter a few blue moon ago
Had once sharpened his quill with a razor of anger
Before twilight dawned on meaning and conscience
Planting seeds in an undergrowth of a restless mind
The bird’s wisdom dispersed the protagonist’s agony
Gently eased his kind claws and compassionate beak
Meanwhile the writer’s soul dispersed shadows of doubt
Fluorescent vibrations flirted around a layer of light
As the character witness unshackled anxiety’s trap
Relieved from permanence a new aura reflected his mood
The theme for the poem is ‘Aura’
12th January 2020
MOTHER GHANA
I was told about your retrospect, after that scene, I burst into tears. I learned they came to genuflect like angels and took away your possessions. They dehumanized your progeny like animals. They dragged them as if they wanted to tear. Your progeny toiled just for us to cheer. They (the visitors) hypocritically played the drum expecting your progeny to dance. Your progeny suffered for my emancipation especially when the visitors wanted their nod consolidated. Your bold progeny tried come hell or high water to get it emasculated, but the more they tried, the more it got devastated. They fed your progeny and told them to regurgitate. They forced them with the rod anytime they tried to hesitate. They (the visitors) searched the brave among your progeny and escorted them to the grave. Wherever the deceased are, I pray the creator keeps their souls. You suffered but the battle ended. We thank those who toiled their blood and passed through all holes. We live confidently because of their fight. I couldn't stand the sight when I watched pictographic scenes of the battle. We were discarded but have been found. Today is your day for you were freed this day. Although I am happy, I am sad and I hope you know why. You were freed long ago but as if we have reached an impasse, we can't go. Anytime I think about it, I have no option than to sigh. Your present progeny need to wake up and work relentlessly, for your name should climb higher than I can see. You deserve the world's priority for you suffered immensely. It is unequivocal that your womb is blessed. We see bloody things in your neighbor's houses but we live happily on your compound. Awake present progeny and make your mother proud. You have tried but looking at your mother's grief, it is very minimal............HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY TO ALL GHANIANS
Spiritual physical
preparedness circumstansual
Intellect unimaginable
Rightousness unequivocal
Ingathering aptitude
Trinity refining me..'
God Is
God is not confused
God is not amused
God is not impressed
God does not watch commercials
God is not the target demographic
God does not buy name brand clothes or slave labor labels
God is not stylish
God is not popular
spoken of often but
God is not popular
God
Currently has multiple copyright infringement and slander cases in litigation
‘cause people keep on placing his name in the middle of nonsense
God is often imitated and killed daily
God finds your insanity boring
God laughs at what you think you know
God know you don’t know her
God ignores posers
Your ego slashed God’s tires
God is all dressed up with nowhere to go
God is the greatest dancer you’ve never seen
God is a beautiful wallflower
Waiting on your call
Dios no hablo ingles
God is against comprehensive immigration reform
God is also against borders
and inequitable sociopolitical and socioeconomic policies
God is not capitalistic
God is not patriotic
God is not contemporary
God is not cosmopolitan
God is a Sunda(zed) effigy
the Author rendered understudy by impostors
Perfection red lined and compartmentalized
Prepackaged for your comfort and their control
God is not a GMO
God is not a seedless watermelon
or a perfectly yellow and uniform bunch of bananas
God is not a Li-ger
God is not a Kentucky Fried Chicken wing
God is not at Chick Fil-A or Church’s chicken either
God is not a contradiction or a fictional promise
God is waiting at the end of our grey wavering
God is not one of us
God is the true and living absolute
God is love unequivocal
the binary promise
the timeless omni-dimensional logic appearing illogical to the finite senses
God is exact and infinite
the mystery in which there is no intrigue
the balance in deed rendering speech meaningless
God is beyond question or renegotiation
God never whatever
God ever forever
The bearer of the standard that I strive to stand upon
The principle to which I wish to nearer draw
The here to there
The this to that
The then now and ever in an instant
The all in all in which it all makes sense
the destination
the road itself
and the motivation to keep on walking
Being arcane is always a thing.
It is an amazing thing to perceive.
In that an individual needs a motive,
Change your fate by being esoteric.
We all know to be open-minded is to have open space.
Avocado furniture we put in these places.
Emerald and olive green is the design.
Where we unwind our spirit to enjoy our leisure time.
A willing chi sublimes as
A beautiful picture hung high.
Awe-inspiring to the mind,
Greener the grass becomes from the sunshine.
In essence, transcendental is growth.
Unequivocal to the richness of the soul
Is pure thinking and the writing of poetry in which
Acumen advances and the cultivation of people are known.
Is it who that desires splendor
Strives to achieve the impossible?
Or, are we thriving to accomplish more?
Experience is said to be the best teacher.
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Written February 29, 2016!
In the setting sun the Sioux Tepees look like vandalized pyramids,
the Tetons themselves appear as though angels raped
by the savagery of centuries yet noble in barbaric beauty and warrior ethos,
a Scalp Dance is begun, torches up high on the outside
a bonfire big and heavy be the center spirit,
the drums awaken from the caves of ancestral courage
and the voices of a thousand Mothers plead for the pride of their sons,
drumbeats raise the heartbeats into the heat of glory
as the rattles rake the mind with the cost of blood,
warriors enter the pit with bravery to prove and fate to appease
feet pound the earth and scalps shake on power rods
the currency of victories swing wide and thunder smacks the stars,
Afterwards, Chief Partisan presents us with squaws
pretty in young passion and fertile to the touch,
there is a custom of strength transfer through intercourse
they desire the seed of our spirit,
indulging in their spells of native kiss could leave us vulnerable
to capture or even assassination
we can't afford to be reckless in pleasure or mindless of morals,
I am unwilling to father a hybrid pioneer amongst a probable enemy,
embracing these temptresses gowned in scanty furs
could even politically bind us to the Teton against their traditional adversaries,
we must avoid inciting intertribal conflict at this juncture,
Morning has arrived with a think fast attitude
the messages between our nations is unequivocal
the Teton are intractable in their belief of invincible independence,
they have their arsenal, warriors, and horses,
feeling that they own the thunder and the fear of their neighbors,
the Chinese and New York fur markets
along with taxing river passage have to date guaranteed them wealth
and the British have armed them for profit,
however, the arrowheads of the United States are aimed to strike their arteries
and we won't stop until they bleed out into oblivion,
the Sioux shenanigans have resumed as we gather up and get ready to push off,
exasperated, we convince Black Buffalo that it behooves him
to persuade his people to let us leave without hostilities
and they do as we toss them some tobacco sticks,
once on Destiny, anchor up,
the southerly winds lift our vessels towards autumn's genesis,
J.A.B.
SAY AMEN!
Sometimes the world tries to come in with confusion and
misconceptions but the hand of God is seen and the world disappears.
When the soul becomes dishearten, and spirit lies heavy within, I am in the
Lord’s hands.
You may watch to see my steps hindered.
You may wish all bad things.
However, through the grace of God, my path will not alter.
I will claim the victory.
I was told by a great woman if the Lord is for you the world cannot cause you
any harm.
This woman past long ago but I continue to hear her words.
A treacherous journey I have travel to affirm the work of God.
I have many roles to partake to form via his commandments.
Life is not to be a manifestation of ill will.
The Lord is my vestibule when I am tested in faith.
I find this passageway.
In solace, he comforts me and provides succor.
In prayer, I worship.
Never a defeated purpose is found even when sylphs are broken.
I am faithful to the knowledge of knowing that I am being consoled by
Jehovah.
Emphatic is internal dialogue.
Unequivocal, is the Messiah in his leadership.
The Holy Scripture, as inscribed by his prophets and apostles, is dictum that
guides in anything.
Peace be unto you this day.
Believe in a greater determination and pray.
Worship the Lord Almighty through a righteous way.
At all times, give God the praise.
Say Amen!
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PENNED ON AUGUST 10, 2014!
Unwrapping a Day With Hope
reflections
in a mirror
wear questions
a soul barren
of answers---
unequivocal
travailing
considerations
traverse
the spirit
cycling ideas
undeniable
it is
it’s now
unquestionable
clinging now
to grace
indisputable
wrapping
with faith
the questions
unwrapping
the gift
of hope
All Rights Reserved @ Debra Squyres 2013
Through troubled times of struggle, hearts were muddled, I'd dissemble,
I'd drop your hand, chest buckles, you withstand and reassemble,
you've restored so many times what I've tore down, disassembled...
you understand my loss, first hand, "I love you", your lips trembled.
Though record shows my deeds forgo your love, you're more than gentle,
refused the bounds of apprehension, tension disassembled,
unleashed affection, your devotion, yet emotions tremble,
there's something uncontrolled, it has a hold within, it's mental.
Your intuition, my acts of indecision, temperamental,
propriety, on my behalf, falls way short of monumental.
Your heart permits my love, undeserving, unconditional,
though reservations pull back elation, unpredictable.
I promise you my heart, my spirit, it's unequivocal,
you complete the parts of me I thought were integral.
Burdens, troubles, tension, dissension, all now invisible,
all replaced by exuberance I once thought was mythical.
Trepidation, dread, fixation on perceived forged fictionals,
bring forth false truths expected to be unpredictable.
Look forward, opened heart and eyes, keep close what's fundamental,
I understand your fear, first hand, "I love you", my lips tremble.
To tell or not to tell
that is the question.
If it is better
to take up arms
against tycoons
siphoning blood
from pension funds
or to endure
the wrath of numbers
set on arguing:
To thyself be true
two and two is four
without added
000,000,000,000
Santa Claus bonuses!
Ignoramus adding fives
subtracting nines
to cover up crimes.
Shredding numbers
into the trash
hiding cash,
Pulling number
out of the hat.
Three and three is nine?
Poor numbers
bare to the bones
as unequivocal in truth
as in lying
unlimited by culture
undiminished by time
universal and immortal
can’t be minced
sweetened or doubled
to camouflage a lie.
Ah, if words were like numbers!
Would I be a writer?
First Place Winner in Oliver Mckeithan Contest: The Bard's Birthday-4/28/25
Love is false to those like I
Whimsical enough to dip their feet in such dangerous waters
Confiding our faith in one presumed to hold our heart
Overlooking our indecisive nature
Intoxicated with, but oblivious to the ignorance
Of the concept of forever, with them
Holding close-fistedly onto the hand that only knocked you down
The desire for them painfully develops from craving into a longing urgency
A misguided belief gone amiss
Mutualism for the other nonexistent in their intangible eyes
Spiraling in a mutilated defeat seems fit the exclusive option
Once brought to consciousness of your now brutal reality
You were doubtless in your supposition
For a second you were conclusively unequivocal
That you were close enough to possess and proclaim…their Love
Dennis Cummings
1844-1920
To my friends of the 41st Infantry!
My men, my brave brothers from Wisconsin, are invited!
Invited RSVP to my domesticated, but dignified digs
On south Milton Street in Whittier town,
There, above the tracks of the Southern Pacific
There, surrounded by my better half’s tulips and pumpkins
There, surrounded by unequivocal respect and love
Of my loyal and nagging better half, Ellen, and
Of my dutiful and loyal son, Lee Roy.
There is a window upstairs facing north,
North to the rising green hills of Whittier town,
North even to the Stars and Stripes
Of my Wisconsin brothers
Of my fellow Wisconsin freedom fighters!
Nightly there, I light a candle for my friends.
My intrepid men, my brave brothers!
Those charging advancing storming souls
Those rampaging, death-staring warriors of the 41st!
Like the fiercely flowing rapids of the Tennessee
There in Chattanooga, and thereabouts,
My brothers and my friends braved the bullets,
Faced the fusillade of fire, the unspeakable violence, and
Even found glorious sacrifice,
Found glorious death in battle,
In the suffocating smoke and sulfur
Of fifty thousand muskets.
Yes, you are invited my brothers! My friends!
Come to my humble home here on South Milton Street
And look to the upstairs window.
There is a candle burning there for you.
Burning with respectful gratitude.
Burning with a proud silence
For my brave brothers,
The storming rampaging men of the 41st.