Long Indecision Poems
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COME HERE MY DEAR AND HAVE NO FEAR
Come here, my dear and have no fear.
No hesitation, please listen:
My desires pure, placid, pristine
Welcoming you dear! Am I clear?
Your tongue silent but eyes glisten.
Dreamy vision or illusion?
Wish to confine? Not at all fine.
Indecision or confusion?
Oh, my sunshine, my valentine!
Wobbled whirled heart seeks solution
Honor ardent amour: Be mine.
02/03/2020
Third Place
'Rhyme Time 8' Contest by Lu Loo
Chosen Theme 'Come here, my dear, and have no fear.'
It began when a woman by a pool,
suddenly became fearful seeing water
causing her stomach to churn.
Just from looking at the water—
not when it touched her skin.
The wise sage pointed to a spot
beneath her eye,
an acupuncture tapping point,
connected to the stomach meridian.
Tap there, he said. Just for two minutes.
The dread eased, and with it,
the fear or water faded
The sage then showed other places
on a map of the body, to tap to relive pain
and to ease anxious thoughts.
Side of the hand – eases resistance and self-doubt.
Top of head – clears mental fog.
Eyebrow (near nose) – calms fear, stress, and trauma.
Side of the eye – softens anger, frustration, indecision.
Under the eye – soothes anxiety and vulnerability.
Under the nose – releases shame and hidden guilt.
Chin point (below lower lip) – heals unworthiness and hesitation.
Collarbone (just below) – settles worry and fears of the unknown.
Under the arm – helps with insecurity and feeling exposed.
The sun rises,
Yet my heart wanes in yestereve.
Sleep the wont;
My eyes are yet transfixed
Upon her sadness,
And silent moan—
My eyes deliver my heart
In rosy red fathoms
Of surmise
As we watch her move
And drag a heaviness
Behind her
That bid me
Rush to her,
Lift it away from her,
And free her
From it.
If but she knew
We yet live to bear
Her burden!
Yet silence mocks
Our purpose.
Would that I were
That strength,
That ear alight,
That relief,
Would I could
But gather
My courage,
Fallen all about
Her feet
In smoulders.
Fear smote
Before my tongue
Could reveal ourselves
And love's close
Proximity.
Why should love
Cause us to feel shame?
Because it is a nakedness
That is truth unadorned;
It is a defenseless purity,
Frail and small,
Till joined,
And so stronger
Than any fear of God
In heaven
Or hell's reprisal.
Or am I fearful of
The principal:
We versus the familiar
Loneliness of I?
Am I to be of such high vantages
And deemed so worthy?
And whosoever is so?
Do we not make ourselves worthy?
Perhaps fear self-kindles
The dunn smoke
Of indecision
And doubt,
Blinding the sense,
Issuing forth foul whispers
And trite crackles that dissuade,
And dismantle the heart;
“who could love thee?”
“She is too high a shot for e’en Cupid’s dart,
Look thou midst the lower of thy means”,
And such self scorn
Till we are consumed 'n it:
Our belief, or inability,
To accept that we are worthy
To be loved
And to love beside
Rather than not, or from afar—
And that tomorrow
Never comes.
As we wait for
The right moment
To speak ourselves
And loudly proclaim
Our love,
And we, its champion
Unsurpassed!
The sun is risen.
Let us toward
And wait no more.
Fear and shame,
Thy spell is broken.
Let our future, uncertain,
Lay in waste of love’s
Wholesome Endeavor.
[Flourish, Exeunt]
Dying to live.
Dying to live, first to leave;
Dead to love, the heart must grieve.
All I know is I’m not sure;
All I know is there’s no cure, I think.
I could live again, I think,
I could live again, I think,
I could live again, I think.
I could love again, I think.
I could love you girl, but I’m not sure,
I could love you girl, but I’m not sure,
I could love you girl, but I’m not sure.
I’m sure for my indecision, there must be a cure.
All I need is a little clarity,
All I can afford to refuse is your offer of charity.
Because all I have left, since the day love died,
Is my beating heart and an ounce of pride.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
Looking back over those years
when there was no money,
no place to call home, ever on the move struggling to survive,
would you do it all over again, would you still love me?
So much indecision, so many fears and doubts
questioning who we were, wondering, should we go it together
where was life taking us on this journey,
should you, could you, would you still love me?
What did we know, did we have a clue
when the path took us along these steps
two hearts, forever bound in unison, soul mates,
do you see it as I do, the years now gone, would you still love me?
There's no going back now, only memory remains,
it's all been done without any chance of do-overs,
you and me, me and you, fifty-three years shared
tell me true, would you still love me as deep as I still love you?
12/11/18 Edward Ibeh's contest
Would you still love me?
Walking around a
Mythical town
That doesn’t exist
Looking for what
I would never find
I trod those same streets
That I had been down
In my dreams before
The sky barren
Except for the sound
Of the exodus
Of wings
Hovering over people
All moving away
The backs of their heads
The only thing visible
As they marched off
Into the dark
With faces and eyes
Mortgaged…
To pay for all the things
that they would never do
In debt to one last promise
they will never keep
The terms of their indecision
written in the blood of repetition
The movement of the hawk
—another’s wind to blow
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
Ego
If I could buy a compliment
One for each awkward day
No matter what the price would be
I’d buy them anyway
Not to inflate my ego
Also not to feed my pride
There’s something I can’t overcome
Believe me, I have tried
You think that I am self-assured
My confidence is showing
Well if that’s the way I am perceived
I can’t blame you for not knowing
You don’t know of my inner fears
The doubt and indecision
I understand it’s not your fault
I did not give permission
I wanted everyone’s respect
That was something I held dear
But now I see that what they have
Is actually more like fear
And that is not a compliment
For it keeps me isolated
I see no benefit in this
I’m much too overrated
So now my desperation shows
But Pride will not make way
For Humility to take its place
It refuses to obey
As I quietly suffer with elegant poise
My heart is sad and hollow
Common sense is pleading for the lead
But I don’t know how to follow.
Wendy Nipas
The soul dreams . . .
of a day when it can be free;
a day when it is no longer held captive
in a murky world of dark thoughts and dark deeds.
The soul yearns . . .
for a time when it can forever soar;
a time when it can break free of earthly bonds,
chains of fear, tethers of stark indecision.
The soul knows . . .
that within this span of mortal existence,
the morsels on which it chooses to feed,
ultimately, decide its immortality.
The soul waits . . .
locked in its cell of consciousness,
nourished by offered morsels of good and evil,
clothed only in the thin fabric of conscience.
There's a word for it;
One of my favorite words;
It often crosses my mind
as is the case presently.
But it always evades me.
Its meaning seems to always
find space in my life's spear,
and I'd be pleased if I could
retain it for good usage.
But it always evades me.
It often walks onto the doorsteps
of my mind and camps out at
the doorway of my heart.
But it always evades me.
It is a physics kind of word
that speaks of time and space,
of being in a state of indecision
or immobilization, only to be mobilized
or influenced by an outside force.
But it always evades me.
If I shall ever recall it again,
I must document and shelter it in a
special place so that I can utilize
it at will. That word fits my life and
circumstances like a customized garment.
But it always evades me.
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In the darkest days of indecision
I lay in my lonesomeness
dazzled by the uncertainties of my desires.
Just then
I flashed back to the sweetest memory of your smile
driving me into the coldest of sweet sensation.
The feeling in a glimpse soon found an in-depth elation,
running through my spine, that lit up a smile
spreading fast like a ripple in the deep see.
At this point, it was clear
that I had been clenched by your deepest warmth of affection
which has subdued the entirety of my indecisiveness.
Like a light bulb, illuminating a gloom,
I felt a light of strength in my heavy heart.
The smile on my face became so deep
that I felt like a throng was gazing.
The thoughts of you became a catalyst to a swift transition
from the solitude that had almost eaten deep into my mood.
Overwhelmed with joy, and in silence,
I Affirmed: " it could only be you"
I may have made wrong choices, but chosing you is the best of them,
and I will always choose you in a million time.