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Ambivalence
Any action that comes to mind
May be unambiguously defined.
But being uncertain of the intention planned,
Indecision will promptly show its hand.
Very soon the action will be declined.
Ambivalence is the way to go
Lest any preference should start to show.
Each idea in conflict with those past
Never was determined to be the last.
Conclusively, therefore, I have to say
Equivocation is here to stay.
Barry Stebbings
07/07/18
A tale of meraki
Overcome by the burden she sat teary eyed
Holding closely her two little boys by her side
Immersed in sorrow they had endlessly cried
After her loving husband had suddenly died.
Soaring from her seat elated with newfound joy,
Making herself a promise with an assured ploy,
She picked up her two boys holding them high
Shedding ambivalence boldly with assertive sigh.
Dedicating bravely to parenting with rigor,
Fighting ingress of despair with almighty vigor,
She crushed hindrances powered by love alone,
Aiming meraki resolutely to reach her throne.
As the boys grew older she faced new struggle
With eagle-eyes she kept them out of trouble,
Enamored in plans for sending them to college,
Guiding them to yearn for power of knowledge.
Not retreating when incurable illness struck,
Refusing to surrender to randomness of luck,
Amid doctor's visits she kept working at her job
As if nothing sublunary would cause her to stop.
Her kids grew up to be intelligent young men
Finding success in college with power of pen,
Earning scholarships for duration of all terms,
Getting job offers from many reputable firms.
Having reached destination of her ardent trip
She embraced her kids with a joyous firm grip,
Longing to hold fervently till they reach their prime,
Knowing well she'll be dead in a very short time.
December 15, 2017
Meraki
Sponsor: Silent One
Placed 2nd
Between
Between dawn and dusky light
Lies the season of daystar’s delight
Between the summer and winter cruel
Lies the season of spring bursting renewal
Between black and white equivalence
Lies the season of gray ambivalence
Between babble and silence sweet
Lies the season of retreat
Between birth and senility
Lies the season of fertility
Between adulthood and the spirit redolence
Lies the season of childhood innocence
Between sin and grace transition
Lies the season of decision
Between prophecy and reality
Lies the season of the heart’s plea
Between doubt and miracles appearance
Lies the season of faith’s perseverance
Between love and hate’s indifference
Lies the season of mercy’s preference
Between death and life’s nativity
Lies the season of Heaven’s clarity
Between Eden and Resurrection
Lies the season of anticipation
7-19-22
Contest: Between the Seasons
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
What's behind the terse, unspoken sound
One that abruptly inserted a period
Invoking a sigh in the middle of a sentence
Was it the uneasy voice of her heart's lyrics
Announcing your song is still incomplete
Or ambivalence of despondent music
Reluctantly strumming devoid of melody
Perhaps it’s time for your bashful words
To complement echo of the unsung verse
Disclosing explicitly to her anxious world:
You saw it in the smile of her cheerful eyes
And heard it from symphony of dulcet vibes
And felt it in the ballet of her delicate touch
When she held you close in an intimate hug
While mellifluous whispers of love spoke
December 8, 2021
Emotional sequestration perseverates
across thine time warped
weft wise wold,
sans interpersonal stagnation
flourishes as oft twice told
tale a boat amidst derelict hollowed
moldering scull - sacrificed stranglehold
did potential..., now bankrupt acquaintanceships/
friendships get out sold
agonizingly excruciatingly
jujitsu physically writhing
front row seat occupied -
whereat direct view of scaffold
penurious adolescent Anorexia Nervosa
plagued decades prior fraught
psychological, neurological and illogical
repercussions steam rolled
natural heterosexual propensity
stifling, stinting, and stymying this old
morosely jinxed kerfuffle inciting,
hermetically heat sealed,
tightly bound stinging
straitened yellow jacketed
bee devilish mold
hogtied hold, pig in the poke,
xenophobic-ally
fastened, galvanic hold
wrenching vice grippe
fiercely extolled sterile lackluster
human existence devoid cold
hence, imperative ambition
to act forthright and bold
before advanced age
finds this wordsmith additionally auld.
This solitary reader quests doth newt plead
per outreach need
without supplicating, lionizing, boot mead
dee eight ting, enticing Nietzscheism lead
me by thine pug nose,
nor doth this passive heretic - heed
ding perseverance
without selfishness nor greed
aye only seek to be freed,
where ambivalence to enjoy life exceed
sharing soulful travails yes in deed
foster repartee with persons no matter creed
faith, intelligence, nationality breed
united by state worthy charisma agreed?
He slowly walks the lonely crowded road
lost in love and Self and lucky destination
Has no clue where his barren feet will lead
yet delusion is cast away from anchor’s rope
Sandy ripples where the pavement rapped
trousers worn by threads of passing dread
denuded to the core of looming meaning
step upon step towards ever so many directions
Tattooed on mind meek towering wisdom
and the certainty that if you never take the
other road you’ll never know what treasures
might be found at roadblocks and junctions
His jingles smell nostalgia his taste too sore
to touch those banging shrieking visions
teeth too sore to clench high mounting tension
nevertheless and always the more he feels
Reason has fused with tearful emotions
harmony of conclusion grips ambivalence
therefore his heartfelt dissipating opposition in
diametric venture holds the future in disguise
One tear from his cryptic optic passion and he
would slip one tear splitting the middle way too
often and he might turn back to nowhere near
where tangible became too messed for blessing
Timothy wanders in wonder and silent meditation
driven by his inner re-birthed voice to find another
register of reconnaissance with hurting feet
and soaring blisters and thus he laughs at himself
Giggles wriggles talks a break to tickle his fancy
titters a howling roar cracks a serious joke and
mends the yarn of living narrative on unfolding path
A jester solemnly parades and his truths emerges
September 2018
there are two of us in here
one is the ego
seeking welfare of mind-body
the other is our soul
growing by overcoming adversity
we wish to align with our soul
but when the level of difficulty increases
inevitably the ego has its say
and we are compelled to listen
after all, we live in our body
so two conflicting emotions arise
one is anguish caused by contraction
pain, suffering, abandonment
resulting in onset of fear
the other feeling is equanimity
bliss, peace, acceptance
they make strange bedfellows these two
resembles ambivalence schizophrenia
or is it merely polarity in the realm of duality
as our consciousness bilocates
both immanent and transcendent at once
01-June-2023
Written September 30th, 2025, for contest sponsored by: Hilo Poet
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“Sir, a courier from the palace, posthaste.
A letter, sealed in alabaster wax—though oddly, the envelope is brown.”
—“Brown, you say? That’s abstruse. The palace, with all its aegis and aureate decorum, sends a missive in such a clod’s attire?”
“Indeed, sir. One might adumbrate a message of urgency or a deliberate elision of pomp.”
—“Hm. The hour is balmily acherontic. Across the channel, the clangor of war grows egregious. I dare not be caught in a deluge of decisions without due diligence. This envelope may well be a chimera.”
“Do you suspect it’s from the king?”
—“If not, then from a consanguineous hand. The appetency for peace is amaranthine, yet the nemesis we face is no amorist. He is bumptious, apoplectic, and besotted with ambition. I fear this letter may be a call to arms—or worse, a call to helm.”
“I abjure war, sir.”
—“And yet, madame, war does not abjure us. It is amort of our ambivalence. We must cogitate not on our dislikes, but on our duty.”
“Then open it. The aurora of fate awaits.”
—“Tut-tut. Ah! I am summoned to form a government. Prime Minister, they say.”
“Oh my. And Chamberlain?”
—“A crestfallen calyx, I suspect. I shall replace his wilt with a ductile lily. Now, to the palace—where the king awaits, purplish in mood, brown in discretion.”
Laws of Physics and Humanity #1 First Law (Inertia) Sponsor Dilly Dally 1-14-25 Objects at rest stay at res unless acted upon by an outside force.
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Humanity
The gravity of inertia,
Jealous force,
Weighs down the heart
Paralyzed in fools' gold -
Grounded in resistant exhaustion
With flightless wings.
The weight of pressure
On dreams
Discourages footsteps
From optimism –
Ambitions petrified,
Abandoned in the grip
Of paralytic obsession,
Vacillates in stares
At the blank canvass of comatose,
Numb with indifference
To change.
Hope flees
Unable to step right or left,
North or south,
Up or down,
Chained in detachment
By relentless conflict,
With universal ambivalence.
Yet,
Bound by these stoic bonds
The soul still dreams,
Reaches to dazed stars
Pointing north,
Waiting release by the humanity
Of the Prime Mover
In perpetual motion.
Incrementally corporeal essence, here
to fore i.e. figurative spear
tire of mine, doth elicit despair
daily appall, thus I air
part tickle laurel lei objection
able bane, cuz this tear
rubble flabbiness a glare
ring anatomical feature, I swear
shape shifted into a dare
ridge hubble unsightly
bulge ballooning mere
lee (just south of nada so clear
lee belly button), where
former wash board abdomen veer
hilly subsumed by displeasing scare
really hated love handles glare
ring paunches noticeable, especially
when belly bare
adduce sing the culprit bing
one or more daring
pharmacological prescription eliminating
debilitating panic attacks,
albeit re: fashioning
my metabolism, but
necessary medications giving
immeasurable un bull heaving
relief to this generally
skeptical person instilling
joyus rapture, where
psychological state jitterbugging
(a slight bit of hyperbole,
I tango with) kickstarting
long overdue ability
to experience living
shorn of paralyzing anxiety,
yes every now and again
isolated heated flare ups making
stellar appearance, asper
wren literal "NON
FAKE" pennilessness,
and a concomitant stress
inducing circumstance naming
management due to inspect
occupied apartment units
this next oncoming
week (October seventh -
thirteenth) inducing palpitating
heart, irritable bowel syndrome,
and non quitting
excessive (no pun intended -
heavy handed) perspiration,
but generally "speaking" quieting
torturous unbearable
woebegone raging
adrenaline hellishly riotous smiting
my body electric
condemning torturing
poisoning relentlessly (like
stinging scorpions) upending
many prime decades vice wrenching
yoking ambivalence nose zing
worthlessness toward
total mortal kombat!