Best Unpredictability Poems
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sliced
and whole
a cleaved life
in flux cast dice
state of non being
potential in between
eternity's randomness
flip a coin up into the air
unpredictability flies there
alternate reality hints upon
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parallel universes going on
realistically just one path
life’s inevitable no math
untangled observation
spit out my creation
god particle sown
new baby grown
chop the cord
use sword
spliced
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I had a dozen of black bangles
Carried for tingles
Sign of a benign presage
Wore to envisage
Beauty; but not the ugly
Taking toll for a fight
Dad called me black
Mom gave a sympathetic glance
Unaware I was till then
Believed in the beauty of night till then
Adored the unpredictability of darkness till then
Believed in the good omen of my black bangles till then
Oblivious of the apartheid
Seow a seed of insecurity,
A hidden fear
Of rejection, of ban
Broken bangles and shattered dreams
Were all I saw in the greens
Till someone said, “Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder”
And it holds true
For you are my reflections
For the world contained in me
And I am in you
Now I have a dozen of black bangles
Carrying for tingles
Sign of a benign presage
Wearing to envisage
Beauty; but not the ugly
I see you beautiful
Beyond your skin and bones
Beyond your veins and cells
Where your soul lies!
-puvi-
(13/10/2015)
You swallow billions in cash, yet your assault strengthens,
everything with life now stands on one side against you
but your unpredictability is what gives you this audacity.
Your sarcasm and indifference to mankind
may seem to amputate medical science
but even on wheel-chairs,
we will hold hands together, never giving up.
You now pass through numerous gates
to the fat, slim, male and female;
to the adults, kids, rich and poor;
to drunkards, smokers, abstained or perverse;
to the omnivore, vegan, sexually active or not;
to the religious, spiritual, free thinker or non-thinking.
You shoot them all in an unfair rampage
making the task so herculean for you to be controlled.
Your spread plays the gruesome music of death
inviting the straws of extinction to sap life out in slow sips.
The more your covered distance, the more your torment.
Towards the end of the road, your merciless afflictions
are an indication, nature can acquire a bad side.
You come with a red card held by a fatal hand
then go with a white one with the inscription of a soul.
All humanity fight, but our blows seem not to reach you.
For long, we’ve taken your jabs
and being on the receiving end is becoming so protracted.
But we’ll hold steadfast, never giving in to a knock-out;
staying strong, united and hopeful,
that someday, victory will be hope's fashion
for the new dawn to be here permanently.
Hold your fire
Let your sharp tongue retire
When to the fore sneaks your ire
Increasing carelessness danger
Thinking in your mind you’re an indomitable ranger
Although in your own skin you turn into a total stranger
Body somehow cut off from your mind
With a baggage of axes to grind
When moderation and restraint remind you to find
Better avenues conflicts to handle
As your roving hand to a pristine place strays to fondle
In the way you assuage your sorrow bundle
Hoping to progress, succeeding in failure
As your successes grow increasingly fewer
Cos your ire and short fuse couldn’t find a cure
To the uncertainty and unpredictability you nurture
In times of stress. To the fore comes a procrastination culture
You extrapolate into your unreachable future
Where no spouse tolerates you
Cos normal life you have no clue
Neither can you fasten happiness with gregarious glue
Much as you dare to dream
You’d crossed over with flying colours a fast moving stream
When in fear of the unknown you did scream
And to your rescue came a dame
Svelte, graceful who declined to you give both her name and game
Fearing your bad reputation would sully her with both blame and shame.
Is our love a dance macabre?
A dilly dallying with death?
Or a mystic encounter of unabated love?
Will it last? Will it end?
So many questions left unanswered,
So many uncertainties attested,
All cumulative in a death wish
As emotions run devilishly amok.
My soul screams with this unpredictability,
Its echoes rampage through my veins,
As bubbling blood courses through
Twisted arteries, through havoc and chaos.
Is it the folly of chained love?
The unearthly silence of togetherness?
My lips pronounce your name but no one answers.
I realize my questions will never be answered.
Our togetherness is but a charade,
Shadows dancing in a moonless night.
Your allure is just too much to bear,
I dare keep it no more
So let our ways head into different tracks.
Henceforth I'll dance alone.
A dance macabre.
The happenings of our world scare me
Here, hatred and selfishness eternally do cry victory
While love and peaceful living slump in their own decrepit
Why, some say that to have been given a birth, is to be taken as a treat
Is it?
I do myself fear for my safety
On one side of life, does be nature’s unpredictability
On the other side, does be the evil nature of my own enemy
Living does be so uncertain
But in the end, we all do end up with so much pain
Wish I so much to find a part of the divine here
Would I then have felt of life as being so dear
Would I then have loved living my mile
Would I then have kept on my sorry face, a radiant smile
Pray, a part of the divine on earth would have made life worth its mile
But then, the divine does be so subtle
As if, with ourselves, it does want us to lead a battle
As if, it does not appreciate our fall
As if, it does want to test the might of our soul
Pray, life, I wish, I really do, that as one so bold, your adventures I could tackle
Pray, see me not as a dark and brooding being
I do dance with life and of its tunes I do sing
But I do fear for my safety
This world does revolve on uncertainty
So much, that I do need to protect myself from any evil sting!
Be not blind
Open your eyes
And see this world for that
Which it is,
A temporary stop upon
A journey through the cosmos
Be not selfish
Open your palms and let the colours
Of good vibes flow
Let them reach everyone else,
Even your enemy
For the unpredictability of this world
Can end up being so harsh
That you may lose your heart
Within the passing off of a second
Be not greedy
As to snatch off everything that comes
Across your path
As this world had initially made sure
That everyone who walks its paths would
Have their due
Remember, rather,
That a minimalistic lifestyle
Leads to healthy state of inner peace
Be not blind
See the invisible sparkles
Hear the silent drums
Bow to subtle mystical powers
Be sure not to be blind
As if you do,
Someday, the weight of regret
Shall grind you under it!
soft roses, held in bloodless fingers,
bleed a scented redness
caressed by lusts ache
masquerading as a gentle touch
each petal a charade
a “loves me – loves me not”
catharsis of collusion
covering its tracks
heart shaped
convenience store memories
withering dreams
melting on the dashboard
the groundhog smiles
its shadowless reflection
reveling in winters
unpredictability
John G. Lawless
©2/4/2019
Banking on heads but coming
up tails,
Life is a train on the tracks and
death is one off the rails;
Turning right when you should
have gone left,
Letting your guard down and
succumbing to theft;
Theft of your ideas, faith, and
love,
Hoping and praying for
guidance from above;
Your conscience weighing down
upon the thoughts you bear,
Leaving you susceptible to life's
gruesome wear and tear;
The pathway ahead now not so
clear,
Fog disrupting your view of
what once seemed so near;
Uncertainty now surely claims
your every thought,
Not knowing whether or not to
pursue what you once sought;
What's white is black and
what's black is white;
What's right is wrong and
what's wrong is right;
These cards you've been dealt
are not what they seem,
Neither winning nor losing, it's
more than a dream;
Life is a roller coaster with no
fail proof restraints,
So live every day like your last
and hold no complaints;
Nothing is ever set in stone or
kept secure with a lock,
And unpredictability is just one
of life's numerous building
blocks.
Brave New World
A 'world' it is and it spins around in mad circuits of loopy loops.
Has reached an infinite array of denominations in which foolish
insane clowns have taken over the asylum once more as bedlam
pretends liberation as the counterfeit currency of nauseating progress.
'New' I have my doubts though when fiddling with reconstruction
conjures novel aspirations from Holocaust to Hiroshima from pure
race unadulterated megalomania to narcissistic greed ‘all can be
done’ but the genie emerges from Huxley’s toxic bottle unrestrained.
'Brave' should pertain to courage when golden means and common
sense of virtue defaced by ugly grimaces facades mascara of tainted
moderation succumbs to mediocrity construed by disingenuous evil.
An aberration of jesters plotting naked feasts of blinded engineering.
Temptation is an ancient theme and just because we are capable to
plot our own demise does not preclude some hesitation or valid
inhibition as courage must incorporate the rationale. Not to follow in
wolf’s clothing a script of Faustian cloning just because we can.
Manipulation of chromosomes through twisted recombining helices
as a stairway to hell gave us Dolly the sheep. Another incarnation
braying ‘Give me body parts’ to harvest stem cells modified amino
acids like little devils on steroids and protein shakes of unpredictability.
The most cunning argument for creating whole new persons brought
to the fore the notion that if we the ‘good ones’ do not follow science
to create what evolution failed to build from nature’s garden and God’s
promise then the malign others surely will and consequently all is lost.
The mind boggles in the light of self-righteousness and the delusion
that refusal and resistance are signs of cowardice and the misconception
that two or numerous wrongs result in right and law when duty could
prevail as guardian for another world of sanity and accepting our limits.
The thought police and miscreant paradigms of Dolly’s dogma will surely
try to silence my opinion that courage has another merit than the scientific
infestation that my mind and brain needs to be cloned in order to restrain
my voice of caution but when I shout ‘enough’ at least my dignity remains.
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I’m grateful for:
Not seeing any gratitude lists today because I’m usually not on them.
The pinch of a biting mosquito
The feverish temper of a hungover boss
The grand humility of Donald Trump
How easy it is to understand Ezra Pound
The well-known soothing brush of hot air on a mid-August Phoenix late-Afternoon
Hungry sharks while surfing
AND sarcasm
The vicious unpredictability of my once young mother’s rage
My father’s mental absence because of his obsession with sports
The ongoing sufferings of my mental illness
My gender identity issues that always circle back around
My belly being so large I can barely tie my shoelaces
Financial instability
Government corruption
AND fear
The gentle end to the recession
My job that overlooks my inadequacies
Economic growth in light of current political conditions
God’s forgiveness
My cat’s affection regardless of how often I’m not at home
My physical health
Gifts in spite of a lack of obedience
AND Grace
All the many possibilities
God’s favor
Relationship opportunities
Sexual activity nearing
Pleasant distractions
Distant escapes
A professor that gives me good grades
AND hope
I am a woman and I will not have my femininity undermined.
I am powerful and fierce.
I am the pure golden baby and the lioness that hunts.
I am a girl with ashy blonde hair and blue eyes, the perfect woman as many would say, but I desire to be more.
I know I am more than a prize; I am a gift only given to those who ache for me.
I am intelligent and beautiful, but not the way that you would see me.
I am deep and residual. I echo in the streets.
I am a woman and I will not have my femininity undermined.
Look into me, not just at me.
See the pain I have been through and appreciate things about me I never knew.
Look at the things I strive to be: the strong woman, the fearless woman, the earth-shattering woman.
I am only as good as I think myself to be.
I am a woman and I will not have my femininity undermined.
I will wear whatever I please and expect the same service and respect as any, whether I’m asking for it or not.
Look at me, my hands are softer than yours but have been through just as much.
I am a human being, I live and breathe the same as you.
I am a woman and I will not have my femininity undermined.
I am the student sitting next to you, earning my place.
I am the mother in the next booth over with two crying children in her lap.
I am your equal, and I am not to be confused with anything less.
My strength comes in the way I comfort and my unpredictability.
Yes, I am a woman, but I am not weak and fragile.
I am a woman and I will not have my femininity undermined, but I am not hard and cold.
I ache for a sense of belonging, for something to grind against the softer parts of my heart.
I am intense, but I am not ruthless.
And I am more often than not moody and unstable but love me, despite it.
I am a woman and I will not have my femininity undermined, because so often it is.
I am smart, sexy and worth it.
I am a woman and I am tired,
tired of explaining and justifying myself.
I am a woman and I am exhilarating.
I am a woman and I will not have my femininity undermined.
You have stained stars in your eyes tonight,
a gold glitter asunder as vast as any Past
stuck fast on this moon light sight,
give me softly the sultry sigh of a woman's strong age,
I am not passing the page until the dire of dawn ushers me to the cage,
twinkles and sprinkles make for the tingles between you & I my Lady,
sparkles finite glow warm,
a silent swarm in thick air for our remote melody,
starvations lead to ovations from humbled hearts
searching blind for succulent cures
for a mad malady,
a kiss, calm as crystal and firm
like a promise pronounced proud
by a dreamy lover drives me happy,
My love, where are your f---ing fangs & whispy wings,
clever you are,like fire on ice,
playing nice but in disguise
choosing random nights,
a fickle nightingale setting sail to numerous posts and ports,
swift as thunder with brief endearings,
vanishing like a whisk whisper
and laughing lovingly,sparingly spry,
the companionship provided is priceless
with a somber cost,
a Providential promiscuity true & dry,
your absence and unpredictability
feeling cold as Aphrodite's icon
rough & rocky,
would Venus die, cry, or lie
if asked ardently why
She consumes the blood of my heart,
pitfalls for passions, enticements for indictments of innocence,
woman this carnival shocks me silly,
never the less, the beauty of you is boundless,
consequence forever in a lingering fragrence,
like a confused comet
I volunteered my vitality for your invitation
to a sheltered rampart,
deny me what you will, charge me as much you can,
for I am enthralled
by this romance and Virtuoso's dance -
J.A.B. 2003
Once vibrant and cheerful
but now sombre and grey,
the room of beating hearts
has been tainted with pain
and needless misery.
A life once cherished and loved
silenced by the unpredictability
of the forking of roads once
full of determination and strength.
A life has been stolen by the cruelty
of the essence of time.
Tears are shed almost endlessly,
like the elegant flowing fountain found
within a blossoming garden.
Happy memories become painful to
remember, like pointed nails
stabbing in to my delicate skin.
Grief, confusion, and anger all
roll in to one like a congealed
mess suffocating my very thoughts,
a life has been stolen from this
world leaving nothing but ashes
behind.
Although now pain is my only friend
I know one day I shall be reunited
with that cherished life for darkness
is destined to transform into
light.
Dedicated To: Samuel McLean