Long Incertitude Poems
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A prudent wife is from the Lord,
Having hope, faith, and endless love;
She believes in the Almighty,
Trusting the one true God above.
Her hope is just firm and steadfast,
Doubting not the glorious promise;
She fixes her mind on the sky,
Thinking of the heavenly bliss.
Her heart is full of tender love,
Beating in sweet, cool devotion;
She cares for her happy husband,
Making him feel her affection.
She follows in humility,
Showing her stance and attitude,
She meekly lets her life obey
God's laws without incertitude.
She is more than a precious gem,
She is admired and well adored;
Properties are parent's bequest,
A prudent wife is from the Lord.
Topic: Wife (Proverbs 19: 14)
A fond thought,
kept so secretive,
rarely waves its goodbye;
close hearts are driven apart
by an unseen force very negative,
unable to unmake their destiny...
Love gives strength,
when everything else
provides no solid hope,
and as we aimlessly grope
our way up a slippery slope:
with the illusion of finding a treasure of glaring gold;
is indulgence gratified by our hasty ways of pertinence...
forgetting to be excessively lenient?
A fond thought,
once vivid and unfought,
loses its meaning through incertitude,
by attempting another substitute;
emotions are steeped in truthfulness
and devotion is built on mutual faithfulness,
if these don't exist,
trust cannot persist...
The loveliest thought
brings two together by a perceived concept;
take it away from them, with vehemence,
and they'll show great intolerance...
A fond thought
conveys no contempt;
it only imparts its sincerity,
when it attains clarity...
Find places for meditation,
a strawberry path leading
to mysterious backwoods;
hear the woodpeckers drill through bark...
how frightening they are at dusk!
Meet the jolly woodscutter
gathering the fallen trunks
of cherry oak for a winter's fire...
or for furniture like coffee tables and desks;
have you ever seen his fine workmanship?
Find places for meditation
on a breezy shore in early evening,
marvel at the spectable
so radiant and soothing, quenching
your spirit as woodwinds start a quadrille!
No witless clown is allowed
to spoil the fun of beachgoers, humor pravails
and draws crowds to the boardwalk;
catch the glow of wonder on every kid's face...
as those clowns amuse them and deliriously laugh!
Find places for meditation,
in the quitest cathedral or chapel to revive your entity,
and prayers murmured by the soft-glowing candles
renew your belief and trust in the Almighty...
in such a holy place, angels are found by the thousands!
Extreme peace overhelms your thoughts of victorious love
exulting in the vespers' hymns played by the loud organ
above the incense-burning altar of glacial marble;
humbly pray and flee incertitude and damnation...
the incantation is being broken and incapacitated by your will!
Find places for meditation
by a calm river feeding its waters to the distant sea,
making your vessel of hope reach it's destination;
someone will wait to board it and start a stupendous dream;
and dream you must to end your string of defeats!
FEAR
The horrors of the night
The deafening noise of the porch-climber
Awful beast creeps
What will I do?
Uncertainty filled my fate
Mystification of cosmos
Stupefaction of humans
What could that be?
Tiny creatures squirm
unknown sounds infrequently heard
Incessant foot steps approaching closely
What do I do?
Incertitude engulfed me
Could it be night Marauders?
Maybe it could be myth
Where will I go?
Help ! Help ! oh help
They shouted with terrifying voice
Fixing a gaze at an apparition
Could this be a ghost?
Wake ! Wake ! Just wake up!
So a fainted voice came from within
Behold , I had been traumatized
With fear of the unknown tomorrow
FEAR
The horrors of the night
The deafening noise of the porch-climber
Awful beast creeps
What will I do?
Uncertainty filled my fate
Mystification of cosmos
Stupefaction of humans
What could that be?
Tiny creatures squirm
unknown sounds infrequently heard
Incessant foot steps approaching closely
What do I do?
Incertitude engulfed me
Could it be night Marauders?
Maybe it could be myth
Where will I go?
Help ! Help ! oh help
They shouted with terrifying voice
Fixing a gaze at an apparition
Could this be a ghost?
Wake ! Wake ! Just wake up!
So a fainted voice came from within
Behold , I had been traumatized
With fear of the unknown tomorrow
I have shown her the worst that I could be but i don't think it wavered her love for me
I can't completely know but on this note is only right that more I sow
Everyday passes, she gives me more reason to let go of my problematic facets
Truth; i think i've been scared of getting hurt, so I built up a wall that limited my trust
She's hasn't given me a reason of incertitude, she's proven to have a heart of verisimilitude
I guess I have been holding back but not anymore, the cat's finally out of the bag
What more proof do I need, she's obviously the best person I've been blessed to meet
She sees me for who I am, understands me, appreciates me and still accepts me
Who does that these days? I guess I'm lucky I've found someone like that and she's bae
Her patience has been overwhelming and now in my heart, she is no doubt helming
Her level of understanding, I have underestimated but no more withstanding
I guess me always writing proves how she's interesting and how much she interests me
Sometimes saying I love her is not depth enough, cos more than any other person, she's beloved
A Realization
Once upon a time, a baby was born
In a small town near the green mountains.
He was living life off from thorn.
Blessed! But he’s always in pains?
He had all that he desiderates;
…All sorts of visual things he named.
His life was viewed by people as perfect
But his jaundiced views were not tamed.
His conviction of what’s good from bad,
To obey his parents or his heart?
All “withins” conflicted realities;
But stood still gaining victories.
When he craved for peace and happiness
The world insinuated, “Gain degrees!”
He obeyed the world and “he” ‘til fitness
Has drawn. A striving man almost ceased!
The tour of uncertainties fastened.
Then, he was asymptotic to death.
“The search for realities is through- end?
What’s really real? To view death as faith?”
When he was fighting for his lone life,
He search again what was unanswered.
He screamed, “God…God… are… are you alive?
Before this ends, be real! You’re unheard!”
He suddenly filled like stone from above.
The sound of ambulance was heard.
Its sound was like freedom of a dove?
Or it sounded like death- we always feared?
A sad month passed by just like a jerk.
There was no hope and nothing to hope!
One single night reality was torqued.
He shouted, “God is real!” and woke!
And from then on the doubtful boy was fixed.
All his incertitude was vanished.
A renewed life after a heavy rain?
Or rainbow after reality finding?
The clarity of it all.
The glitter of the noise once enveloped,
Burst out into bits of incertitude.
It should be succinct but,
Sounded like a rippled sense of warning.
A threat that was also a hug.
The glitter was an emphasis;
It wasn't gold.
With the puny efforts of a supposedly scented life,
While the garments are continuously hemmed with unkept promises,
Neman held the outstretched hands.
Hands wide open but scarred.
Wondered if it was right to hold them;
The noise once enveloped;
The sound of it all;
Neman told me it glittered more.
Like a starry vision with tingles.
Holding those hands with a fidget.
To let go or not...
Find places for meditation,
a strawberry path leading
to mysterious backwoods...
hear the woodpeckers
drilling through bark,
how frightening they are at dusk!
Meet the jolly woodscutter
gathering the fallen trunks
of cherry oak for a winter's fire...
or for furniture like coffetables and desks;
have you ever seen his fine workmanship?
Find places for meditation
on a breezy shore in early evening,
marvel at the spectable
so radiant and soothing, quenching
your spirit as woodwinds start a quadrille!
No witless clown is allowed
to spoil the fun of beachgoers, humor pravails
and draws crowds to the boardwalk;
catch the glow of wonder on every kid's face...
as those clowns amuse and deliriously laugh!
Find places for meditation,
in the quitest cathedral or chapel to revive your entity,
and prayers murmured by the sof-glowing candles
renew your belief and trust in the Almighty...
in such a holy place, angels are found by the thousands!
Extreme peace overhelms your thoughts of victorious love
exulting in the vespers' hymns played by the loud organ
above the incense-burning altar of glacial marble;
humbly pray and flee incertitude and damnation...
the incantation is being broken and incapacitated by your will!
Find places of meditation
by a calm river feeding its waters to the distant sea,
making your vessel of hope reach it's destination;
someone will wait to board it and start a stupendous dream;
and dream you must to end your string of defeats!
I am being held hostage by a pressing force of incognizant, and I am impregnated in a world of spiraling storms of confusion.
Fragments of memories prods my mind. Sudden and swift memories of my failings and sins are but a measured minute of my life.
Why can't I remember slipping into this fog of incertitude, this doom pressing force of incognizant.
My heart grows numb against the days and nights that I spend in despondency.
Familiar faces shifts to peculiar and ill-boding images.
Solitude is a conundrum of emptiness. A bittersweet embrace.
My tongue is locked in an aphasia space.
My brain has forgotten its ability to command, and so my legs and arms have no will of its own.
I want to run away, run to a place that will strike a familiar note in my brain.
I hate being handled by strangers who pull at me and torture me with applications of abuse.
In a regular diurnal, my dignity is decomposing.
Despair is the song of my wretched soul.
I can not stop crying.
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