Irresolute Poems | Examples

Matildas Concert in Hinde

Movement Shod
Heeling halt
Abbreviated democracy
Flank in route

Gaurd maneuver out

Folded company

Beret for address

Redress complete

Back in Britain

Marina Ann Hantzis

Princess Matilda

Vulnerable Matilda Prodigy

Florence of the ash reddened twine Nightengale

Graphic design
I come from a brass adorned general
We don't resemble excess points
I am exit of branch in brass adjacent brad
Minute brigadier
Halt
Ag is creation
In duration of appointment
Grass is yawn
Foreign testimony
Irresolute burden

Friendly visions 1

The refusal of hindrance
Nulled void in presence of buddha

Blvd.

Bill of ardent
Assembly of literature budget
Education boundary activities
25th hour calls on sight

Diplomacy and the Irresolute Alternative

without anchor all ships
sail and without passenger
no captain exists to guide
the dispossessed.  Only remains
of Peaceful Assembly can
be glimpsed in the association
of favoritism. A favoritism
of familiarity deflecting contempt
by means of ineptitude.

The Rudiments of Wings

The wings of dream soar high 
to capture the rainbow rapture,
wrapped with chromatic charisma,
weave the tapestry of seraphic life 
with the hued ribbons of passion,
design the elemental latent lattice  
of self-seeking fervent syndrome 
that fails to force out fantasy haze, 
lurking behind the cloud of delusion,
for it has hypnotic leverage of trance
to blow my mind away in the wind.

Wedged by the splitting bevel 
of the slashing time of reality,
the frail fragments of failed entity, 
I feel framed for the irresolute life,
dispersed deranged on the path,
fading in the horizon of nowhere, 
not yet leading to the rainbow
that lies dismantled in the debris,
disappearing in the deep dark sky. 

Aspiring to retrieve the derelict dreams,
I configure the rudiments of wings to fly.

___________________

February 18, 2022
For Brian Strand's Premier Choice No 1188 Contest

Entering of Realms

Thrown are we, irresolute innocence through regurgitated realities…
Distortions of parallel paradigms-
excrements of encrypted rhymes,
Sacrificial sapient slaves marooned by masochistic mortalities’
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Prolific pondering of minds within spatial exponential existence...
Social intorsions of inauspicious illusions-
captive calamitous confusions,
Warring machines mandating annihilation with rigorous resistance
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Tempestuous tyrants dictating, Overlords ruling of magnetic masses...
Dormant dimensions descending-
seraphical souls forever defending,
Dreams diminishing spiraling, convoluting nebulous germinal gases
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Hordes of Habitual hunger, incarnating wells by blackened abysses...
Demons demanding distraction-
embryonic echoes of attraction,
Succumbing’s sensorial seductions of love by misguided misses.





Feb.08.2019
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An Answer I Long To Know

Would you still love me
knowing I feel so alone
and completely forsaken?
For I am but a lonely 
woman needing more than
life can offer.

Would you still love me
if I fell to my knees 
weeping out of remorse?
For I am but a dismal
being longing to be 
held without restraint.

Would you still love me
if you saw me weak and
feeble, lost and irresolute?
For I am but an empty body
craving another existence;
one that would offer love.

Would you still love me
when I am old and grey?
Yes, I’d still be sequestered.
For I am but a deathly mortal
that fears but one thing…
the loss of NOTHING BUT YOU..


Date written: December 16, 2018
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh

Bitter Old Lady

Bitter old lady,

Where is your absolute?

Beneath the graveyard,

As you start to execute.


For no one who possesses life,

Can catch your foul taste,

And whoever follows you,

Most certainly will be replaced.


And as I begin to inquire,

My core turns to black charcoal,

The fear in your embrace,

You are my constant armhole.


Irreversibility disengaged,

Forever I am severely detached,

Completely irreversible,

Neglected and dropped in the cratch.


Suffering in the dry land,

Quenching never abducted,

I've seen the hell above the earth,

Distorted and reconstructed.


And as I roam the forsaken desert,

I begin my journey something fierce,

Defaulted in the binding agreement,

Rejected for a thousand years.


Bitter old lady,

Where is your absolute?

No longer in your possession,

Bewildered and irresolute.


-Laura
10-14-2015

You Can Be the Light of the World

I see the world and I see the light,
And what I see you shall see,
The world is changing as time goes on,

I hear the exertion and twinge of the leaders,
I smell the invigorate and besmirching of the outside world

My heart melted like ice at the changing cosmos,
Born into this terrain- feeling trapped in a cage

Though I beam, I see the glaze of green grass,
Just one fiber, situated in the relic grim,
Behold, It shall and will advance,

Throughout the extinguishing mural, 
I see what I have seen,
Generation upon generation, Oh how we arise,
Life seems to be irresolute ,

It takes just one fiber,
One filament to advance and beget new things,
You can remodel the inevitable,
You can originate the route,

Life is all about distinct beginnings,
Don't let the light fade away,
The darkness will keep devouring all in its passage,
You can recover what's been disintegrated

Voyager

With a spark to get the goal,
I set myself ablaze.

Discoverers are rovers,
Misread as directionless.

Trendsetters are drifters,
Misinterpreted as irresolute.

Innovators are venturers,
Misconstrued as frivolous .

What a falsified perception about me,
Of being an aimless wanderer,
Like a toy car striking wall and moving wayward.

I am on my way to my expedition,
With a zeal of reconnaissance ,
Voyager I am !!

Reality Buffet

Prepared illusion is the offering;
you are invited to remain, sustain
your pre-ordained existence as you wish.
The cost is just your freedom--
non-negotiable, I fear, but then
our common heritage is that
which sometimes we call God--
something cosmic bouncing
in the foetal twilight of our brains.

It may be envy of an innocence
that some will hold 
fast to their breasts, never tasting
the largesse before us,
never wise as we, approaching
spirit delectation sensibly
with appetence forever unresolved.

Perhaps the church is right;
creation acts ex nihilo,
for even chimera presents
its shining mental child
amidst the atoms of the mind
irresolute to celebrate its own.

As for the mind, it too
shrinks from the questions
of its birth.  There are no answers
and the feast serves questions of its own--
those as well, illusory.  As such
I may be pardoned for my lack of faith in God.
My words are product of an emptiness
conterminous with me.
The good news is
I have some timelessness
to deal with that.
                ~

And the Dance Goes On

The languages of Night are soft;
And She Who Is the Night abides -
Her names are in them all.
Intertwining...sensual...
Empathy most absolute,
This Lady in the Tiger's eye
And by the Tiger's side.

Earth born at Dusk to willow gray,
To midnight sable in full array
And black again to opal's play,
The dialects remain unchanged:
     Summer twilight murmurings...
     Autumn wind on black water
     Irresolute and resolute
This tactile weave of different tongues,
Where tangled streaks of fire and smoke
Flash inward
Suspended like precious gems
All captured in the net of stars
She casts across Her sky.
     And the stars....
     They are but jewels
Shining in the dark 
Shining through Her hair....

Speak softly all the languages of Night;
In darkened rooms imagining
Touch another in the velvet of her gown
Sing softly in the ecstacy of fingertips
When we are less afraid to dream
What cannot be seen

Her rule is brief...
She bids us all to rest before the final storm.
She has so little time to dance the night away
Before She is the Dawn...

Bridde of the first embrace
In universal languages...

And the dance goes on.

Talons

yes

i remember how we used to fly
i recall the crisp dreams that gave paper cuts
that were sweet on the skin

the times when we sat for hours at the fire
allowing the mixture of our thoughts to waft through the smoke

the dragon was the morning clouds
with talons that dragged the cirrus into rows
brilliant deep orange

the trials and tribulations
were that of the moment only
as the future was too remote
and the past too irresolute

we could sing like an aria without the slightest of provocation
stepping into realms we knew nothing about
with the zeal of a zealot absorbed by a newly created religion
 
a fresh fetal beginning with the body of a near adult
the chrysallis shifting bones into new formations

we laughed and laughed 
because in all of those transfixing moments
we knew we were right

Unfollowed Advice

Has the fire in your dreams burned dim
And light that they cast, fluttered out?
Are you living your life by whim,
Irresolute, dying from doubt?

Then recover yourself once more
In the face of a friend made new, 
Sing a song to some children, or
Whatever frees you from you.

Heel

Absolutes are irresolute;
your irresponsibility is to blame.

How dare you
beckon me to your side

when you don't even know which side you are on?


The dawn comes too quickly and we have no idea that
we are even talking,
or breathing,

at least consiously.

Our dance and chat comes
easily,

fluid 

like
the pus within
an infected wound
that we hope would never kill us

yet 

it might be the 
bee that stung too deeply

into the heel that felt no pain

of the Achilles 
that his mother hoped to save
by dunking him into the polluted pond.

mother superior will not be able to save you now, darling.

That is because I have you now.

A Moon Adorned With Dreams

A childhood lived apart
from the usual existence,
made innocence more intense;
watching raindrops
from unclosed windows...
while welcoming a shivering skylark!

A moon adorned with dreams
gleamed over shadowy hills,
taking me to their forbidden realm;
and as my little arm stretched out
to reach it...the further it seemed
to move deeply into space,
arousing my curiousity
and making me aware of infinity,
of which I measured no distance...
to avoid controversy and doubt!

An entire adulhood being
the jack-of-all-trades, never having
enough time to stop and stare
at a moon adorned with dreams,
whose smile was as alluring as its glare...
with the intention to deceive!

A moon adorned with dreams
arouses my old emotions...
drawing me to its extraordinary charms;
somehow relieving my unspoken grief,
which is as irresolute as of  my belief! 
Its face so dotted and pale
shouldn't be so plausible,
or nevertheless graceful,
but it constantly changes like me...
to find its destined place in eternity!

Rapture

When the earthly joy reaches its peak
And the pool of immorality is deep
When my dear friends and family seek
To sow immorality and corruption reap

When my dear creator’s temper is hot
And the time is near to judge the world’s lot
When the trumpet finally blows
To many it will be blow
To see loved ones fly away
In envious glory that day

When the hard-hearted stares in unbelief
And the irresolute weeps his last
At the battle for the second relief
When the evil one shares the mark fast 
And swears to capture 
Each soul left by the rapture
The world will see its doom
And the inanity of their immorality
As they cry in the devil’s fireplace!

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