When, or if,
All my choices
Are evil,
Should I choose one?
Or stand down indecisively?
Categories:
indecisively, america,
Form: Free verse
She talks incessantly of Opera,
my nervous systems not listening,
it’s desperately trying
to connect to her voluptuous body,
neural cells hum like eclectic cars.
I cannot think at all of Mozart or Wagner
I am mesmerized by her sexuality,
even more so
as we are alone in a rushing crowd.
Incurious commuters hurrying
to catch impatiently waiting trains.
She knows, of course she knows,
women always can sense
that moment
when the drama and tension
gets musically explicit.
I am wondering
if we will get to the third act,
or will we run out of erotic steam,
jump the shark right here and now,
leave with a weak wave and
a promise?
Like this, the music crescendo's,
or indecisively dies
with a much truncated ‘goodbye’ aria.
Categories:
indecisively, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Look me in the eyes
Look for me in the night
Run me into the dirt
Make me hurt
Make me crazy
Call me ing insane
Yet you’re the one who who drove to crash the plane
Don’t think
Don’t speak
Why am I so ing weak
Don’t eat
don’t eat
DON’T EAT
Was it you or was it me
Why did you drive me to insanity
Where am I
I zone out and walk into the road
It’s a death game now
Pick CHOOSE
Win LOOSE
Why was it me
Why did he leave
Why did he let a man punch me in the teeth
Don’t move
Don’t breathe
Don’t come
Don’t leave
I’m indecisively deciding to plea
Oh listen to me
Look me in the eyes
Please find me in the night
Categories:
indecisively, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
It is not enough to eliminate fear.
Certain nights teach a more all-encompassing terror and hide
Sharp metals, evil-natured monsters,
Deep chasms and naturally the very ghosts of the day.
Not that sinister animals were expendable,
Or medieval instruments of torture,
Or even the words in the deep voice of a terrible oracle.
But the chill of dead hours is enough for us.
And the unsympathetic laughter of those who wish us harm.
We walk indecisively on this dark path,
The moon hides from our cowardice,
The dog's howl is a signal that freezes us,
And no door opens when it's winter inside us.
Categories:
indecisively, allegory, analogy, scary,
Form: Free verse
reality is unclear
behind walls things disappear
via dreams pasts reappear
and we return to
joy or fear
we share faces on our phone
watch them move and talk
so convincingly
we are shown
their smiles say we're not alone
senses shape our clarity
depending
how we choose to see
think about reality
interpret
indecisively
January 17, 2021
Premiere Contest: Suzette Prime Poetry
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Categories:
indecisively, mystery, perspective, philosophy, surreal,
Form: Suzette Prime
Indecisive Running Away Man I Am!
Always running away to and from
anything and everything
anyone and everyone in which I
indecisively not knowing what to do or even where ever to go in order
to find solace and acceptance by others and especially myself
adapting to but still struggling with having only solace in solitude for now
never actually solving my problems
instead keeping my mind occupied on other things
running away and restarting my life every two to three years is my only solution
in hopes of finding finding sustainability and balance in everything and especially myself
It's a vicious endless circular cycle
working a decent paying job
then getting fed up with it
quitting and running away again
my life has been and still is a never-ending running away from everything and anything
that I disagree with or get fed up with every since I joined and left the United States of America's Navy!
Categories:
indecisively, angst, anxiety, cry, depression,
Form: Free verse
I was looking at the small pill-cutter box
Which I was holding in my hand.
Blue colored with a sharp edge of the blade
To cut the medicine in halves, one-third or
Could also be, in one-fourth, maybe.
I was thinking, simultaneously, about the news
I heard today, which made me puzzled….
Churches and bombings, again, so vulnerability!
So vulnerable with this cloak of religiosity
In this utter disastrous time of unrest and confusion!
I woke up again…. just to get another news of the death
A death in the family, ending of a marvelous life, so precious!
I whispered a line of supplication for the departed
And also, for me, as there was something to do….
And, I was holding the pill cutter still in hand, indecisively.
(April 21st, 2019)
Categories:
indecisively, death,
Form: Free verse
"Rhyming poems have nothing of substance to say
They're childish! Ridiculous! Silly! Passe!
What's that - 'The Raven,' fine prose, you assure?
Pshaw, a talking bird is not Literature!
'The Road Not Taken' - how indecisively trite
'Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day' ~ why, out of spite?
'How Do I Love Thee' - such female nonsense!
'She Walks in Beauty,' not even past tense!
'Oh Captain, my Captain' just repeats and repeats
'Death Be Not Proud' - indeed, no great feat
Rhyme is over and done, finite, dead
Give me a rambling run-on sentence, instead!"
Sure, it's easy to call Dr. Seuss poppycock
HIS books are world-famous, what have YOU got?
12/11/18
Entered in 'Living It Up for Laughter' contest
Categories:
indecisively, humor, irony, poetry, writing,
Form: Light Verse
What more could I ask for
The one I always want to do more for
The one my love will always grow for
Ever and ever happily forever after
Blue ocean beach post cards because love is sad when they try to act out the real thing
So I promised her to try and feel every beat whether it be fast in nervousness, slow indecisively, or constant through our constellations
I am in awe of you like every night I see the billion stars looking back at me
We were apart that night but I could still feel your eyes looking back at me
I held you forever in the middle of the distance as if my arms could stretch over the miles and reach you
p.s. I just need to know how far away you are…
Categories:
indecisively, poetry,
Form: Free verse
So much... I no longer need to do
All that was meant means no more
When did I change... if I knew
Where was once a time I have lived for?
And I began to ask
Questions against my elusive past
Have I indecisively change too fast?
Or do minds with growth never last?
Never again to be me as before
To only have been to begin it all
The only thing, the only me harder to ignore
When did I, what did I live for?
Slower and faster to have lived
Outlasting my countless yesterdays to live anew
To begin again to once again believe
Has it been too long or is life more and more unreal?
Now I am with just a past to let go
Where was the past to have once lived for?
Funny how it doesn't feel as heavy to hold?
Does it mean all that was meant means no more?
Categories:
indecisively, life,
Form: Rhyme
it has been a long time since i've been here
can i leave my poems here
everything was always safe with your protective eye
each time i return here i have to pause
words are like indecisively constipated turtles
for whatever reason, the poems in my mind come softly and freely here
all the insects never seem to notice me here, so in a strange way i feel at home
nothing matters here but creativity, art, and thought
all that's really missing is a listening ear and a warm fire in what once was a useful fireplace
it has been a long time since i've been here
can i leave my poems here
everything was always safe with your protective eye
the many floods over the years have done quite a number on every part of this place
untouched though is my favorite corner, which i always thought was sprinkled with magic
light bulbs in multifarious shades of value shine here until eternity fades to the next chapter
there is a breeze that focuses on the cooling of my mind
i can feel it in the air before the air even knows it is there
my listening ear is my black notebook, and my mouthpiece of expression is my old black nogginknocker pen
Categories:
indecisively, holiday, memory, remember,
Form: Free verse