Long Hesitation Poems
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A busy wife and mom, she always seemed late
But she didn’t know why, at times she would wait
When a sense of urgency was of great import
Especially to those waiting, most in need of her support
For those of us wondering, “How could she always take so long?”
Since it wasn’t obvious why, oft was heard a car horn
But many times I noticed, even as a small lad
There was intent in her lateness, usually to aid something or someone who had
A need greater than ours, or those we were meeting
Like our dogs needed water, or the horses needed feeding
Or, stopping to talk to an elderly neighbor
Who had just learned of an illness that caused them great labor
There was the time when she stopped the car to explain something of import
We got to ask many questions, she never cut us short
I also remember a stressful day, one where we were late for carpool
And an irate father took it out on her, very un cool
Later that night I could hear her crying as we went to sleep
And I prayed for an angel to visit and tell her not to weep
And to show her how her small decisions to be late
Greatly affect people and other’s lives, which then go on to create
Such a wonderful world for us all to enjoy
If we just keep in mind, that if all of us too employed
A sometimes-slight hesitation, a thought of others before plunging ahead
We’d all get to experience a life with more threads
That fulfills that promise to our creator who asked
Only that we fill our lives with greater weight
And maybe, just maybe, it’s because we’re a few minutes late
Someone Else Would Have Been Better
Maybe someone else would have known how to live this life better than me,
would have spoken up when I chose silence like a shelter made of fog,
would have loved without hiding pieces of their soul beneath cold stone,
and would never have let love slip right through their fingers like water.
My mind is an endless simulation running on a script written by my heart,
and I keep wondering if I am the wrong actor on the stage of my own life,
maybe someone else would have turned every hesitation into a clear decision,
every silence of mine would have become an answer in their hands.
They would have walked through the doors I stood outside of, calculating,
would have claimed the spaces where I only slipped through like a shadow,
my life in their hands would have looked cleaner, sharper, more defined,
fewer people left behind carrying the weight of my unanswered questions.
Where I stood frozen inside my own questions, they would have lived,
where I hesitated and weighed things out, they would have written with action,
my broken thoughts they would have stitched into something whole and worthy,
and they would have never once known what it means to carry a life in your mind.
But they would have never felt this deep confusion that runs like a root through me,
would have never searched for the meaning of the world even when it hurts to look,
maybe they would have lived it better but they would have never truly been inside it,
I am still here — guilty, compared, worn down — but alive and entirely my own.
Word Association 101©
Today’s word is G-R-A-T-I-T-U-D-E
Select the option you like best as there is no real solution, and this isn't a real test
So take a position, if it is not an imposition after all this is nothing but fiction, not a prediction
Leave your hesitation and caution at the door for and put the pedal to the floor
So without procrastination or introduction move trepidation to elation
Take the plunge it’s not a leap, for someone here will say throw this on a heap
It may be taken with affection or rejection and probably needs correction
But onward we go for somehow I must make this flow
Tick the right box if there is such a thing or give it your best fling
If you can’t think of anything
Gratitude is...
satisfaction___
appreciation___
creation___
Gratitude isn’t...
crude___
lewd___
or attitude___
Gratitude leads to...
fascination___
imagination___
intimate relations___
Gratitude may bring...
evolution___
re-action___
hug action___
Gratitude is for...
a job well done___
a rising sun___
that special someone___
Gratitude, let’s start a revolution that leads to emotion and a promotion
Gratitude, life’s gift that keeps on giving and a premonition in addition
Gratitude, for brothers and sisters and others too, pass it along for all to share because we really do care
Andreas Simic©
Unswerving in your sincere actions,
stating the main purpose of intentions;
no venom is excreted from enlarged veins
without the fear of horrific moments!
Be grateful for the ample kindness shown,
never a trace of bitter sentiment or a frown;
eyes tear when crossing over the deep abyss
with the hesitation to discover its darkness!
Woeful are the darkest secrets kept to oneself,
when they're confessed they can be a relief;
pluck roses from their stems without bleeding:
thorns were Christ's crown proclaiming Him king!
Persistence is such a fortitude stronger than gold,
give someone a stone instead of sweet bread:
he will speedily fling it back and seek revenge;
treat everybody fairly and nobody will ever cringe!
Be infallible in your ultimate quest for beneficial change,
remain loyal to your peers, avoid conflict and treason;
if unfair judgment is implemented, let God be the judge:
sequels end when the pile of lies crumbles in soggy rain!
Faith binds spirit and heart to pursue holiness,
be a deviant and bear the direst consequences;
religion imposes punishment, society never does:
does freedom mean to do whatever one pleases?
moved around so fast
outran traces of my past
contacts I'd amassed
with little hesitation
lost sight of situation
not stabilizing
life without compromising
'til next uprising
left holding tight to what was
searching out the next just cause
tangled up in lies
slim prospects can agonize
tear through the disguise
certainly no going back
when all planning goes off-track
some beliefs abide
because of truths which they hide
past acts they've denied
everything and nothing count
souls each taxed by right amount
my own mother's faith
premise easy to forsake
seemed too profit based
afterlife but a cheap trick
fake carrot attached to stick
relativity
defines things differently
with more symmetry
increasing agility
throughout the totality
time a state of mind
often used to try to find
nature's true design
of a mass always the same
yet constantly rearranged
where do we reside
in universe vast and wide
peer out from inside
closer to edge than center
current knowledge can't render
dark skies filled with voids
the cosmologist enjoys
and black hole destroys
this universe more or less
is chock full of nothingness
science lights the way
to where we headed these days
bits, bytes, down runways
send voyages toward Oort cloud
seeing how heavens are plowed
ride the bleeding edge
with data mining we dredge
what Einstein alleged
learning even photons bend
in order to reach their end
Employing imagination
As valid affirmation
A wish granted before uttered
Flower petals upon our path scattered
We visualise the Kundalini like lightning
Not frightening but benign & enlivening
Shakti recognising 12 finger space geometry
Jumping chakra to chakra in instant connectivity
Root to navel to heart to throat to third eye to crown
Lightning fast jumps never looking down
Free of fear or desire or doubt or hesitation
Devoid of any ego borne precipitation
Hark!
Are we ready to leap in the dark?
Footnote for theoreticians
The interpretation thus in the scripture
The Sacral chakra does not feature
Jumping straight from the Muladhara
To the fiery Manipura
29-August-2020
She is colder than
Most with emotions.
With her it's just going
Through the motions.
Her womanly ways and
Perfect figure.
No hesitation when she
Pulls the trigger.
Her tan skin and
Dark eyes.
BEWARE! A word
To the wise.
Her full lips,
Her long fingernails.
She is 100%
Bone-a-fide female.
You smile when you
See her look.
You're guessing, she is
A closed book.
Her radiant smile sets
You at ease.
The way she moves,
With expertise.
She is at her weakest
In the morning.
She never prepares when
She hears the warning.
No matter what,
A smile on her face.
It's like she has
Fallen from grace.
You can envy her
Lack of attention.
Easy going, calm,
No sign of tension.
No emotions show
In her eyes.
No hint of confusion,
Or look of surprise.
She is not stuck-up
Doesn't brag or boast.
Be careful,
She is colder than most.
Turbo1904 ?
What is friendship to me but a culmination
Qualities with signs of kindness and compassion
Earned respect for fair play heed no hesitation
Backbone and humility in the equation
Striving for lofty ideals and ambition
Rising above the mundane orientation
Hints of spirituality’s revelation
With a penchant for beauty, art and creation
For you, my friend, I have but words of ovation
Your heart thunders proud flaunting determination
Wielding words like harnessing intoxication
Epitome of virtues’ crystallization
AP: 3rd place 2020
Submitted on June 10, 2018 for contest QUALITIES YOU ADMIRE IN FRIENDS co-sponsored by CAROLYN DEVONSHIRE AND JACK HORNE - RANKED 7TH
Life means I can talk to my friends and others,
When the untravelled sea fills with brothers,
Pleasure rushes the uninhabited areas we just don't sail,
And when we semiotically emit our meaning, we will prevail;
Freedom rings with resonance resounding and pervasive,
No need for more traditional others to be abrasive,
No bears or wolves, no chides, jibes, and no probes obtrusive,
Your identity is your construct, your speech is conclusive.
And my books! Alas my books. They proffer so such contentment,
A breadth of knowledge with no suggestions delinquent,
Nor are there any accusers to accost,
My mind and spirit which upon some can be lost,
Possibilities endless, bringing depth of character,
They glint and glide, swimming in grammar;
Multiple amounts of information councel my hesitation,
Brimming particulars restrain inhibition.
But oh my computer: How elegant is she!
Believing in my easy registrations as well as my errors to be;
Such possibilities, moulded so neatly into my space,
Without the communal glare of uniformity’s trace;
Personalised desktop, memory and input method,
It accepts me unquestioned with no staff or flogging rod;
I program to set the user interface alight,
With the functionality and procedures of the user’s plight.
However, I can also give myself my own system,
Personal software from my own inclination;
Knowing some designers do not have in hand,
The shortcuts that only I seem to understand;
A software engineer’s god complex should not surface,
The digital space is a privilege to influence, place;
I love determining the screen and its sounds,
Where freedom of knowledge and data abound.
But the gift of poetry delights and ignites,
Hurtful regressions lull in its sight;
Its credibility only ever stoops to concede,
That only your introversion may expression impede;
Language caressed, dignity nursed,
You never need to be at all reimbursed;
Its haters are silent for fear of rebuke,
As truth, imagination and love are its hook.
Love and lust often appear the same,
fueling the heart's hesitation.
And eating away, trust's foundation:
acid tears extinguish passion's flame.
An emotional bumper car ride:
life has you stymied and befuddled.
And reality leaves you muddled:
for fate doesn't seem to be on your side.
With every light, a shadow is cast
that tests the resiliency of hope.
And sliding down a slippery slope:
you're fearful, feelings of love won't last.
A poor substitute touted by youth:
lust clings to the pleasures of the flesh.
And feelings sour, while love remains fresh:
that's the heart's inescapable truth.