Long Equivocation Poems
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Through the funnel of time, we are hurried like the wind - it doesn't stop to whisper,
Life, swift and silent, flows in rivers of liquid sand.
With each fleeting moment, the profound avoids us, camouflages itself - it doesn't speak,
And we leave behind a grandeur of untouched depths, an unmovable Atlantis.
We are long shadows in hastened dusks, forgetting to question,
Day by day becomes a sea of banality, foam on forgotten waters.
The sentence of our days seems woven from an incurable haste,
We awake with souls wandering, asking why our life is all shattered?
In the boiling of the clock, conversations burn up, leaving only dim embers,
We look back over the dunes of years, seeking an oasis sprinkled with meaning.
Prisoners in the labyrinth of superficiality, where sonorous echoes we do not find,
The years have left us with the regret that everything is now – a dense equivocation.
Ah, we are phantoms running through the corridors of time - mere pulse and dream,
Without stopping to listen to the silence that speaks with us, that sneaks in.
We wonder melancholically where all the moments we missed have gone, so late,
In the end, we seek the others, only when the present has sunk, and we find that everything was a treasure.
I emerge from a long night
where mind, muscle and bone
failed to find a place, a posture
quiet and comfortable enough
for sleep. And so I have arrived here,
daybreak on this spring morning
with the resident blackbird
performing his familiar
all to early reveille.
I envy his vigorous rousing
lifted full volume
into the morning silence
as if all nature was called
to stir on command of his voice,
no equivocation or hesitant stall
to doubt the worthiness
of his song.
It holds the chords of his being,
a moment when sound
and self are one, meld
into living art. I gather the bits
and pieces of myself
left by the interrogations
of last night, search for the notes
that contain a little of who I am,
pick up a pen to make
myself into me again.
QUINTESSENCE
an absence
of
fervent
intensity
in miniature
with
infinite
equivocation
an ambiance
of impressioned
sensations
a resurgence
of an elide
intermix
apparently
remote
from
abiding concern
obliquely
descended into
a preoccupation
with the sensual
such
eloquent
perfection to
enlighten
the fusion
of continuity
with cohesion
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Here is a logical summation
Mother Earth is in a state of severe degradation
Each individual really has an obligation
Or face a future full of devastation
Here now is an invitation
Must be done no hesitation
Commence some form of restoration
Now is the time no equivocation
An example Join an organisation that practices reafforestation
For other examples seek information from an on-line investigation
This knowledge should be part of a school education
But that system is too much into indoctrination
Many people are suffering from brain fog constipation
Minds closed no room for alternative negotiation
Pray one day there will be an awakened realisation
People's footprint on this planet planned minimisation
By Little Steps
By little steps
The world engulphs us;
Day by day our better Angels follow
Silent tread unseen
Their firey wheels
All full of eyes
See all we would conceal;
The self-deceptions, all the lies
That separate the things we say
From what we mean
Intent to draw us closer to the Real,
The boundless In-Between.
By little steps
We wind our ways
Through the mazes
Of our days
Between whatever goes, or stays
That keeps us bound
To this, our little Threshing-floor;
Those better Angels follow,
Push us gently towards the door
The Door of Time which swallows
The tiny span we walk from Birth to Death
Where the forgotten will be found
Where we will know What Came Before,
Where rings the Sacred, unheard Sound.
By little steps
The Infinite embraces us,
Dissolves us in its Clarity
Draws us to its perfect Trust
Its boundless Charity.
It calls us back
To whence we came,
To something vast, without a name -
To where the Past,
Is but a fleeting Game,
The chains of all our anchors slack
All Equivocation rendered lame
However much we think it must,
No defense nor no attack
Of reason will avail us.
The day will come,
As it must and will,
To All - not only Some -
When those better Angels, eyes afire
Will guide us towards our true desires.
POTD 7 Oct 2020
Step ever so light
Into this treacherous night
Creatures that abandon the day
come out to play
Hear those June winds howl
To the hoot of an owl
the candle flame flickers
' forewarned is forearmed'
There is corruption at play
In this treacherous night
Step ever so light,
ever so light
The long arm of
equivocation favours
Wrong over Right
As ordered lives fray
The spinning wheel turns
Casting shadows upon
The power of the judge
Will he unravel?
While a Puppeteer
holds the mighty gavel
The blind eye is turned
As the forged scales tip
towards the stolen people
Self-imposing chosen sheeple
To play ball they crawl
The Universal teachings
they fail to recall
In this treacherous night
that steals your Soul
Step ever so light
ever so light
by Maria Williams
6/10/20
POTD 7 Oct 2020
Upon receipt of this paraphrase whenever it visits upon your person--free of dire straits and in trepidation, its infamous adage, "Anything that can go wrong will go wrong," subject to limits.
I've equivocated or tossed-up similarities of circumstances and their eventual outcome via two terse verse coursing, about a couple of other postings below this one.
It is--I strongly advise--recommended reading for matters of consequence hereafter, for such they'd be an exemplar for a better you.
Equivocation is hiding the truth, sway lies your way ... by telling a story, or stories.
If quantum knowledge serves you well, you'll see the clarity--via the obscurity and levity--and the light at the end of its veracity.
I think we're in trouble mate
why, what's wrong
I saw the pilot reading a manual
was it how to land a plane in a storm
no, how to fly one
???---!.
there's no life preservers on this ship, mate
I heard this captain say that the ship has a full complement on board
so what does that mean
well after the ship sinks
we'll just sit tight
with no life preservers
there'll be plenty
just wait a while
give or take ... !
Let the pens of the ready writers proceed* Let their words be read and their voices heard
So untie the hands of the poet For therewith, the world is touched
For therewith, far-flung words of peace and goodwill are launched for all to hear
For therewith, imprisoned ones are released from their cells of apathy and indifference
For therewith, walls of separation will fall, and bridges of connectivity and unity will be built
So come on at once with haste, without time to waste, without hesitation or equivocation.
So come on courageously, all over this land and around the world, untie the hands of the poets.
060421PS *Psalm 45:1 KJV
Inspired by contest, The Poets Hands Are Tied, Neumann
Well, dinner's done
Let's kick back, hon...
--You, sir, set with the sun
But I've just barely begun
Perhaps you'll help with the dishes
No? Not one of your wishes?
So, you can always take out the trash
What? You're afraid it'll splash?
Then how 'bout wiping down the table
I see. Your wrist is suddenly unstable.
Care to drive Johnny to his friend's
On just WHAT does it depend?...
OK, hon: It's time for a true confession
'Cos I'd hate to give you the wrong impression
You see, there's good reason for all of my equivocation
~ Tonight I'm giving a speech on women's liberation
Take care of her
Keeping toes and ties off the ground
Beware of those with savage intent
To draw her down
Beware those of quisling heart
Who seek only to pillage then plunder her
All those faces leering, cajoling, jeering then cheering
Distant recollections surface
Unwinding their purpose
A catalogue of misadventure
THEIR venom put upon YOU
As they race towards their judgmental conclusions
Rabid and acrid
Hypocritical bigotisms abound
Calling a DIAMOND, when a spade is just a spade.
Cathartic embolisms hold ears to ground
THIS wins NO points
Brings NO praise
Wears NO crown
The caterwauling of corruption
Casting dispersions, then claiming coercion
An aberration distilled down to its basest most repugnant desires
Wanton ADORATION to feed that nepotistic idolatry
The equivocation, The skullduggery
The pettifoggery, the subterfuge,
The pontification, The verascification
Dealt to all in attendance.
With all its scheming, and shifting and sideways leaning
The chicanery of blackest soul
Whose demarcation is bound by and to, those most easily bled, those most easily misled.
The ebb and flow of the waves coming and going
As they plead and pine
Quickly now, retreating
A slender pole with simple cord, is slowly dressed in
Her Red White and Blue
A bit tattered
A bit torn
Threadbare and Worn
Holds a message of SACRIFICE , of DUTY, of HONOR
OF HER TRUTHS PROMISED.
HER emancipated can bare no more system wide degradations.
The indignities cast upon her by those who hold the keys to HER hallowed halls, TIGHT to their chests
Allowing NOT
The promise of a justice blind, impartial, dealt with even hand over all her land.
We pledge to HER our loyalty, not one man
We pledge to HER as ONE country United beneath her splendor
A PLEDGE of Love for her and to one another.