CONTRADICTORY CONCLUSIONS -:-
perplexing
evolving
incomplete
dual
dichotomy
in UNCERTAIN JUDGEMENT
couched
fragmented
patchwork
laudatory
linguistic
in CRITICAL BLIND
amalgams
strangely
silent
passive
characteristics
Some with the gumption
who continually
jump to assumptions
and with no allusions
always arrive
at wrong conclusions
board the wrong train
again and again
and in total frustration
never alight
at the right station
off-track inference prevails
their train of thought
is off the rails
it's repetitive inanity
there's a word for that
it's called 'insanity'
and let's not forget those
excuse me for speaking
while you're interrupting
(he did mutter)
compelled to complete
every sentence I utter
Haughty Tiger was blatantly vain
She presumed that poor Ass had no brain
Ass stayed cool when hunters came
And pretended to be lame
But Miss Knowall was bound to a chain.
- - - - - - - - -
My trust was shattered
when I saw you out last night
hugging that lovely young girl.
Forgive me, my sweet,
for failing to disclose this:
My younger sister’s in town.
CONCLUSIONS
reinvigorate
the
erudite
stamp
of
modernity
&
coexist
with
the tradition
derived
from
transition
to
the
common
phenomenon
privately
resolved
in
a
strategic
pause
A comet blazed across the evening sky
Soothsayers took up Armageddon’s cry
Suddenly the whole world went awry,
Hordes of people thought they’d die
More reasonable people gave it a try
But some said science does not apply,
And I, I gave up with a disgusting sigh.
written, March 2, 2022
No Conclusions***
Can’t figure things out?
Never between
the lines.
Outside the lanes,
Staying spaced
In gray shadows
Or mist or fog…
Outlying and altering.
Possibly close,or
Beyond
Leaving,
Below or high.
Yet, wearing
pseudonyms,
Always being
Lost, then
Re-addressed.
Oscillating.
But, remaining
Persistently
ambiguous.
Ticking, dangling.
Indefinitely
“Durra lurra loo,
Durra lurra lay,”
Tick-tocking clock
Infinitely
Short morns.
Dragging afternoons.
Cycles of blue moons.
Possibly some
Random hours
to play. Hooray!
And sing,
“Tick tick toe too,
Geerie oh toe loo.”
A clock eternally
Maybe
Runs…
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(c) sally young Eslinger 9/27/21
Glory to God
My friend
Sent me a message
And asked me
To take a look at it!
I tore open
The envelope,
Emptied the content,
Spread it on my table
Then, I called my friend
And, yelled at him
‘That Was a blank paper
You sent me…”
If only I had turned
The page over,
I would have seen
What he told me…
That the message
Was on the other side!
Our life
Is full of such hasty conclusions!
" Seeking nothing other
than the pleasure
of those impoverished lips,
did I find myself
impartial to the unrest
of those soulful sermons;
that left their permanence
within these walls , where I've
found the freedom to ponder
such love without the necessity
of many words, though I know
there is much to be said
before this life draws
to its final conclusion . "
Alfredo Gonzales (c)
Vows that were meant till our dieing days.suffer in the outcome of your deceitful ways.the depth of gut wrenching instinct a bond that's shattered never to be relinked. So its sinking in realisation of what's coming its hitting me full force and I can't stop running.results that end in years of lies sucked in again with your repeated disguise .dreams that turn into dust .reality when its not love without your sacred trust.like a single tear that keeps on pouring .sea of hurt two soul mates in mourning. Goodbye my best friend I'll miss you more than life .a future you chose without me as your wife
Copyright © Danielle Waddell | Year Posted 2016
Don't let anyone
with bad eyebrows give you life
advice - it ends badly.
I don't mind seeing my ex with
someone else - I usually donate
unused things to the less fortunate.
I wonder how many
calories I burn jumping
to wrong conclusions.
All the figures and indices,
Just like algebra,
Solved with ease.
Like putting a capital,
At the start of each sentence.
It almost seems sagittal,
There is no repentance.
The square, and rectangle,
Have similarities,
Triangles in a mangle,
circles capabilities…
Acids and Alkalis,
Confused hypothesis.
All experiments,
Carefully analysed.
Just an apophasis.
Tap or street,
Graceful Ballet.
In time to the beat,
Routine is underway.
You step on a major,
Start your solo,
In direct danger,
Mute the audio.
The small girl plays
A crimson thing falls
She doesn't recognize
So she screams and runs and bawls
A crimson snake?
A stinging bug mate?
The poor girl looks back to
A crimson leaf, what a fool.
Was too quick to conclude
When alone was truly how he felt
Was too quick to judge
When he done gave and couldn’t keep
Was just too quick
Too quick to realize he was aching more than he portrayed
Truth is, strong was the option left on his list of do’s
Selfish is far from what he is
Unknown is depth of the cut on his wounds
And how dare I call him a narcissist when life led him to be
How dare I be a saint in an ocean of sins
Life was never kind to him how dare I demand him kindness
Love never loved him so how dare I demand him love
He can’t give what he doesn’t know
That should’ve been my conclusion
Jumping to Conclusions
(my reponse to the reporting of the latest Synagogue attack in Poway, CA)
By Franklin Price
4/28/2019
Jumping to conclusions
Is the mantra of the day
And hating one another
Is the dark that leads the way
Journalism takes advantage
Of the biases we feel
To control our ways of thinking
So we play the cards they deal
Religious or political
Nationality or creed
Sexuality or Racial
Are some biases they feed
Christians hate the Muslims
Muslims hate the Jews
The Parties hate each other
All of these are in the news
Depending who you listen to
As you follow all the news
I would bet they think as you do
And support your biased views
Things will not get better
'Til we open up our minds
And listen to the other side
With our heads from our behinds
Jumping to conclusions
Is not the way to go
The truth should be reported
Not the biases we know
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