Best Vacillate Poems
POTD 2 July 2018
Humans are capable of ‘Changing their State’. At times, a stressful, negative fusillade can be encountered from an individual wishing to subvert a person for whatever reason.
Lady Gaga so aptly describes this in her video clip above - and she should know through experience.
Kindness is a sentiment no one can ultimately reject.
Hard to do you say? - It’s easy.
Firstly, refuse your alter ego permission to react immediately.
(Your alter ego is programmed to protect your from a ‘painful’ situation)
The brain is a Bio-computer and can easily be reset to ‘Default’ by breathing into your abdomen (not into your lungs), - hold and then exhale, each action performed slowly to the count of 6.
Accusatory fingers pointing ~ eyes glowing hate
Seeds of venom spewing forth slanderous lies
Jealousy in all its inglorious green eyed splendor
Wool clothed wolves with undetectable smiles
Any tick of the clock it creeps up upon you
Evil plays no favorite it’s any man’s game
Seeming to push you up that stairway of victory
Then perniciously denigrates ~ disavowing any blame
Damned if you do ~ Damned if you don’t
Kindness perceived as weakness gets cast out the door
Tendencies to vacillate creates chinks in your armour
Resolutely walk the tight rope ~ lest your knees hit the floor
Eyes wide shut to the Evil all around us
Detach from this Chaotic Web in which we dwell
Be the Peace that ceaselessly penetrates the darkness
YOUR prerogative is to choose either ~ Heaven or HellPOTD 2 July 2018
Categories:
vacillate, inspirational, uplifting,
Form:
Rhyme
Oh Goddess Moon, you induce painters to paint,
the crazed to rave and poets to praise your grace.
How many love affairs have you helped to consummate?
With a woman’s many wiles, you change your shape.
How you beguile, yet never do you vacillate.
You stay your course and never stray!
Like yin to yang, you are to sun a cool and pallid pool,
changing, yet constant in your rule
as you steadfastly move from New to Quarter To Gibbous to Full,
and then you wane . . .
till in Crescent Balsamic you reign -
there to shortly contemplate the wisdom you have gained.
Your fortnight ended, you journey back again.
We all beneath you are an ocean mystically pulled,
heirs to the gifts you weave at the time we are born.
Like our predecessors who learned to heed
your rhythmic sounds as they planted seed,
it would behoove us, with our vast technology,
to stop and study the sky, your teachings there to see!
Categories:
vacillate, moon,
Form:
Verse
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
Categories:
vacillate, love, mother,
Form:
Rhyme
I've been sitting up here day after day and months on end, and please, let's not talk about years. I watch you stare at me when you think I'm unaware. I see you vacillate between life's mundane and the big, beautiful me, and oh, how I cringe when you buckle to those artificial fears.
This old, stale dust has covered me, concealing my illustrious shine. Please know I am forever in your heart and indelibly in that beautiful mind.
You were made imperfectly, but you have been so faithful. I've seen your long nights and slow days. Oh my! What we can and should be is so bountiful.
It is no accident that I was born in your heart and aggrandized in your mind. Come on now, take me off this shelf, and clean me up. The world is waiting; let's get in line.
The bumps, accidents, detours, and road construction along the way enticed you to put me back on this darn shelf. Sure, we have had to remap a time or two or three. But this journey must continue; we have our help.
I see the cuts, scrapes, bruises, mental anguish, pain, and frustration you bear. But you're still standing, so take me off this shelf, and let's get there.
I'm still waiting! But don't make me wait much longer. It's time to eat; let's feed this born hunger.
Poof! Poof!
Categories:
vacillate, destiny, growth, inspirational, motivation,
Form:
Concrete
*** OF AND ABOUT IT ALL ***
Life’s so much a-coming or a-going,
With hours of waiting or flowing
From now to next
While we step about, hopefully blessed —
On a quest for things major or minor to cherish
In our sometimes to come. We sojourn thence
From this place over to a rushing creek’s edged cliffs—
To linger, to draw some solace, some rest…
And there, we see suddenly manifest:
The sacred red rose, growing
Near, beautifully on high,
Surrounded by the flames of our worship-full prayers.
Life’s a range of highs and lows waving
Aside the roads that fork and lead ventures
Along moss-lined knowns
Or beneath shaded canopies of unknowns.
Our searching, dawn-to-dawn roamings
Carry life’s tales of getting and giving;
Suffering and forgiving;
Ever grateful for living and breathing.
Life brings mapped ways that vacillate
Over ranges of changes; lessons
And puzzles; ideas, moods and feelings
Immersed in working and dreaming of someday
Realizing true love — wondrous, sweet.
From birth and learning to stand, to speak…On to
Old-age dimming our eyesight as happens…
Even to such gifted artists as
Edgar Degas, Mary Cassatt, and Claude Monet.
Yet, they went on painting masterpieces, nearly blind —
With God’s inspiration helping them to find
A new approach, perceiving and creating
With their Inner Eyes.
Life’s an orbiting
Between reality and imagining;
Between perchance and possibly —
Between the often said, “If-only’s…”
And the magical, “Look there
At what’s already appeared.”
Life’s a calendar of playing and celebrating,
But includes sad times and final wakes…T’is
Somewhat a dizzying dance of circling turns,
Of rounding passes for however long
Until that unknown day of going on beyond…
Taking our storied hours along,
Relating how we stayed
Alligned to God’s willed ways,
For the good of the All and Everlasting,
From our toddling time
To our leaping with starlit promises
To compose a delighting song,
Unfurl wings and fly —
Eternal
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(c)sally young eslinger 11/8 /2022 - 1/12/2
Written to Bocchenini’s Cello Concerto in B-flat major
Thanks be to God…
Categories:
vacillate, age, art, immigration, jesus,
Form:
Rhyme
Waiting on the coordinates of my new mission
I vacillate between choice and decision
Clinging to hope, but also self-derision
I can hear the sub-atomic particle collision
Standing at the wishing well and pulling out a quarter
As the days seem to get shorter and shorter
Looking at the heavens and the cosmic order
I see there is no invisible border
That separates mankind from creation
Not exactly a revelation, but a realization
Boundaries don't exist for the truly patient
Even in this social stratification
So I choose to pray for that which I can not see
and invoke the words of Jeremiah 33:3
I want to pierce the fog of this great mystery
But I don't need technology, psychology, or biology
Just aim me towards the narrow road
and consecrate the alpha-numeric code
I seek to inhabit a spiritual abode
where my soul is expanded as my mind explodes
Categories:
vacillate, bible, metaphor, religious, riddle,
Form:
Rhyme
A Jim-Jam Mickey-Mouse Poem
I think that you might never see
A poem as weird as this might be
For I’ll use luscious words
That otherwise might sound absurd
This poem may turn out silly-sally
Or even a bit dillydally
In hindsight this whole kit and caboodle
May come across as dipsy-doodle
I’ll find a rhyme for titillated
That’s quintessentially outdated
I might include a foxy lady
But not written like my friend Slim Shady
So there won’t be some randy blowhard
Gender-bender sleaze-ball retard
No hooligan with gizmo manikin
No easy rider glissade shenanigan
No penny pincher prude nitpicker
And of course no cowboy old ****-kicker
And I would be recalcitrant
If I were to use this poem to rant
Though I know at times I vacillate
I shan’t lambaste this tete-a-tete
I haven’t worked in balderdash
Bloke or codger or mish-mash
No Tallulah, no Colleen
No rambunctious Charlie Sheen
And there’s no dubious diddlysquat
But that’s abso-bloody–lutely all I’ve got
Mdailey 3/30/12
Categories:
vacillate, on writing and words,
Form:
Rhyme
"Little Beaks"
A voice in the tumble clouds
deep silver crackles like thunder threads
Clouds of starlings
Blacken the eggshell blue sky
drowns many
A little beak
Heartbeats morph
together murmurate
vacillate their minds to unify
wings that hum like bees
A dance of seduction
envelops Blue Sky
The unseen
Superlunary
shatters the reversing
unrehearsed reverie
The Hidden One
in a forgotten
prophecy
speaks
Come little beaks
and night creatures
Daylight dares
the darkness one last taste
Like true romantics
and dead poets
mandolins their hearts
strummed eternally in seasons
Like words written on the sky
dance to make love of fun
Come starlings
little beaks
come taste
The Golden Sun
(LadyLabyrinth/ 2019)
gvlm
Categories:
vacillate, mother daughter, muse, my
Form:
Free verse
Our planet is weeping, and faith is at low and vacillate.
A severe risk as a result of the global warming challenge
Concerns have arisen as an outcome of a wavering climate.
It is not due to hairspray or baby oil; it's our fate.
Rapidly melting Arctic glaciers are causing damage.
Our planet is weeping, and faith is at low and vacillate.
Carbon from fossil fuels is the major emission element.
A ferocious shockwave of metabolic blaze stage.
Concerns have arisen as an outcome of a wavering climate.
Concerns around the ozone hole depletion sprout.
Sea level is rising due to melting ice and warmer plage.
Our planet is weeping, and faith is at low and vacillate.
War and turmoil look trivial compared to climate.
Despite that our kids are at risk, newly threats emerge.
Concerns have arisen as an outcome of a wavering climate.
To allow plant life to thrive, we need to alter our zest.
Retain the air safe and car-free with zero carbon discharge.
Our planet is weeping, and faith is at low and vacillate.
Concerns have arisen as an outcome of a wavering climate.
Written April 20, 2021
A MAJOR WORLD PROBLEM Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
Categories:
vacillate, adventure, allusion, angst, animal,
Form:
Villanelle
If you can keep your head, when calling for a vote,
and knowing if you err, it’s all your fault?
If you can go for those who vacillate and float
when all around are begging you to halt?
If you can book your posters on a local hoarding,
and never think to cancel – even one?
If you can grin all through a studio recording
and toss the insults off as so much ‘fun’?
If you can smile at Hillary all day,
when once she tried to stab you in the back?
If you can knock opponents out the way
and not respond with cheap and heavy flack?
If you can hear the pollsters latest find
and then ignore their gloomy downward trend?
And even if they urge you change your mind,
you keep your principles and do not bend?
If you can claim your action’s not for turning,
when offered counter choices, now and then?
If you can keep your cool when fires are burning,
and hold your head up high from lesser men?
If you can keep your feet upon the ground,
when politics is heading for the cliff?
If you can turn the Ship of State around,
then I will praise you to the roof – but only IF!
~
With apologies to Rudyard Kipling for Roy Jerden's Competition.
Categories:
vacillate, inspirational, parody, political,
Form:
Verse
The pink flowers of the honeysuckle rise
Like crocuses in springtime on the green
Like eager maidens wanting to be seen
While sunshine glitters on their shapely thighs.
Too much sun has made them over-bold
They are at risk from their own desperate joy.
For all the rain and clouds made them annoyed
They must be fertilised or die before they’re old.
And this same sun makes me a melting splodge
A lick of oil paint mixed and uncomposed.
Who was this artist; what did he propose?
And will this portrait in my memory lodge?
As flowers will inevitably die
They do not lose by hurling up their joys.
But should we women imitate their ploys?
For we might live in shame, amply supplied.
Each child of nature feels the touch of sun.
Some stretch out in joy while others run.
If you might vacillate and never choose
She who chooses has the least to lose .
Categories:
vacillate, nature,
Form:
Quatrain
The ABC's of Politics (For Better or Words)
(SMILE! They aren’t misspelled.)
Aboulomania. Bahadur. Caducity. Dapatical. Ecmnesia. Fabulist. Gerrymander.
Highbinder. Ideopraxist. Jobbery. Kakistocracy. Lucripetous. Malversation. Nomocracy.
Obrogate. Papyrocracy. Quadrennium. Raconteur. Satisdation. Talliate.
Unconsentaneous. Vacillate. Wondermonger. Xenogenous. Yare. Zabernism.
That's Today's Politics Just for You!
Dictionary Reference: http://phrontistery.info/a.html
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The ABC’s of Politics (For Better and Words)
A-- aboulomania (pathological indecisiveness)
B-- bahadur (self-important official)
C-- caducity (being of a transitory or impermanent nature)
D-- dapatical (lavish; sumptuous; costly)
E--ecmnesia (loss of memory of the events of a specific period)
F-- fabulist (one who invents fables)
G – gerrymander (to divide electoral districts for one's own political gain)
H – highbinder (scheming or corrupt politician)
I-- ideopraxist (one who is impelled to carry out an idea)
J-- jobbery (the conduct of public business for private gain.)
K-- kakistocracy (government by the worst)
L-- lucripetous (eager for gain)
M--malversation (corruption in office; corrupt administration; misconduct)
N-- nomocracy (government based on legal system; rule of law)
O-- obrogate (to alter the law by passing a new law)
P-- papyrocracy (government by newspapers or literature)
Q— quadrennium (period of four years)
R-- raconteur teller of anecdotes
S-- satisdation provision of security
T-- talliate to impose a tax
U-- unconsentaneous not in agreement
V— vacillate fluctuate in opinion or resolution venal
W—wondermonger (one who promises miracles)
X—xenogenous (due to an outside cause)
Y-- yare (marked by quickness and agility; nimble; prepared; easily)
Z-- zabernism (misuse of military authority; bullying)
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Categories:
vacillate, funny, political
Form:
ABC
The tongue's mystery
The heart's backdoor of the laughing stock
In his furtive,serpentine tongue lodges
The tongue straightaway of the highbrow,brainiac
In his beating,locked up heart camouflages
Many a foot does stumble,vacillate and actually fall
Withstand against all the odds,above all
A lapsus does incapacitate and intention reveal
Prompts irreparable mischiefs elusive to heal
Legitimate ! A tongue isn't in itself a flinty bone
Yet could fragment relics doubtable to atone.
Categories:
vacillate, betrayal, metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme
Limerick: The chief cause of all personal problems
The chief cause of all personal problems
Some* women need daily orgasms
Build them hot dream box
Which jerks farts and rocks
Made to fit all sizes ‘n’ perversions.
• I hesitate/vacillate between “some” and “most”.
Would some kind soul enlighten me!
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Categories:
vacillate, lust, sensual, uplifting, women,
Form:
Limerick
Your list of words is *dubious,
so many came from slang.
I fear my up-tight mama
would forbid the whole shebang.
*Affaire de coeur is French of course
and we may only borrow.
I also know what’s slang today
could be correct tomorrow.
If I write an Irish poem,
I might use the word *Colleen.
Throwing it in just willy-nillly
would seem a bit obscene.
*Ethereal, is my favorite
and lies easy on mind.
*Fuzzled? I think you made that up.
It is not there to find.
*Interstitial? Show me a sentence
where that one could be used.
The *quintessential meaning
of this poem, is that to me,
not every word is equal,
some should be used sparingly.
Don’t think that I *lambaste you,
this is written quite in fun,
just as the list you gave us,
when all is said and done.
*Hither and yon is old English
and out of vogue today.
*Rambunctious, *vacillate, *usurp and *titillate
are in the dictionary
and are good words to be added
to a poet’s vocabulary.
On most of the others
I will simply have to pass.
I would have failed the course for using them
in my English teacher’s class.
Categories:
vacillate, funny, words,
Form:
Light Verse