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Cocoon of irrevocable dreams,
protection from how everything seems;
Strong and secure the silk let’s us grow
pulled away from all distractions;
Simplified with nurturing
the thrill of confusion;
We are left sitting
hyper focused
on what’s real
pulling
us;
A place brimming with inspiration,
protection from things without passion;
Held together as we gain control
of this raging charge between us;
yet not afraid to give in;
Coaxed by a divine shield
wings spread with a touch;
They just expand,
finally
letting
go;
Indecisiveness unraveling,
seclusion bursts with awakening;
Realization of what could be
A cocoon of attainable dreams.
Guess Who,
One Clue,
Old As Dirt,
Sometimes Curt.
Tom’s Opinion
1/13/2021
She preaches forgiveness and promotes divisiveness,
and isn’t plagued In her purpose by indecisiveness.
She’s had years of practice at spewing false claims,
A partisan politician who excels in fanning flames.
Any articles of impeachment she’s not apt to table,
and disagreeing with her, gets some west coast label.
It’s said when she gets mad she can throw a hissyfit,
and even if somethings good she still wouldn’t like it.
If found on her bad side she’s not slow to lambaste,
and like Churchill “she never lets a crisis go to waste.”
She’s like a bulldog in a hay barn taking a breather,
she won’t eat the hay and won’t let others eat it either.
In the labyrinthine corridors of my mind, a dichotomous dialogue unfolds,
A perpetual pendulum of doubt, that oscillates between certitude and uncertainty's darkening folds.
A litany of lost opportunities, a catalog of unfulfilled desires,
Echoes through my consciousness, a haunting refrain that fuels my deepest fires.
The specter of indecision looms, a constant companion that besets my every stride,
A nagging voice that whispers "maybe" in my ear, a siren's call that beckons me to step aside.
Maybe I will, maybe I won't, the mantra of my mind's vacillation,
A maddening merry-go-round of doubt, that leaves me breathless, lost in hesitation.
At the threshold of success, I stand, a hesitant traveler, poised between two worlds,
Torn between the promise of fulfillment, and the fear of uncertainty's unfurled.
The door of opportunity ajar, a tantalizing glimpse of what could be,
Yet, the weight of doubt holds me back, a prisoner of my own indecisiveness, I am unable to break free.
In this liminal space, I dwell, a traveler in the twilight zone,
Torn between the push of ambition, and the pull of doubt's seductive moan.
Maybe, maybe not, the refrain continues, a maddening cycle of indecision,
A labyrinth of mirrors, where reflections stare, and the path ahead remains obscure, undefined, and without clear vision.
Metamorphosis Poetry Contest
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Change is inevitable
Acceptance of it means obeying the law of nature.
Though noticed or not, transfiguration goes on.
Beautiful butterflies undergo a complete mutation.
Chameleon changes its colour as a part of defensive mechanism.
Variations in the Sun can be seen daily in his appearance.
Dark sky roars with its thunders.
Water vapour converts into fluffy clouds.
Glaciers are formed - What a sea-change!
The eagle strives to get back its former strength,
Or else it will be left with the only option of dying.
To conceal his identity, Lucifer takes the form of a serpent.
Does it applicable to human beings?
Physical transformation of humans is highly impracticable.
Of course, there may be phases in their growth.
But the real conversion happens through their invisible thought process only.
Brutus wears the mask of friendship to hide his subversive activities.
Hamlet wears the mask of indecisiveness.
Pretences and masks cannot give real happiness
The thought process shapes the character
One insightful soul can transform the entire society.
Enlightenment shows the path of liberating the soul
Lord Buddha shows how it works out.
First of all, bring the six enemies of mind under control.
Right impressions lead to right thoughts
Right thoughts lead to right actions.
Why so?
God metamorphoses Himself and takes the forms of a child or lamb
Because He wants to be in reach of all!
"Zeal is a volcano, the peak of which
the grass of indecisiveness does not grow."
~ words of Khalil Gibran
Musings of this poet often run wild
with a zeal burning like a roaring flame.
The idyllic rhymes must be reconciled
to reveal a poem that bears my name.
With a zeal burning like a roaring flame
there is a fever raging in my heart
to reveal a poem that bears my name.
One that views nature as a work of art.
There is a fever raging in my heart
urging me to script without sleep or rest.
One that views nature as a work of art,
Through fervid passions stirring in my breast.
Urging me to script without sleep or rest,
my muse is overbearing and zealous.
Through fervid passions stirring in my breast,
penned words are vines climbing on a trellis.
My muse is overbearing and zealous
With jewels and gems, my lines are adorned
Penned words are vines climbing on a trellis,
even if they are disparaged and scorned.
With jewels and gems, my lines are adorned.
The idyllic rhymes must be reconciled.
Even if they are disparaged and scorned,
musings of this poet often run wild.
~ A Pantoum Posted ~ December 5, 2021 ~
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Bright lights, flames in motion.
Arms weighted with emotion,
as each carries
their burdensome torch.
Lit alleyways, littered by mayhem,
breached by commonsense.
Is it too late
to chase scintillating dreams,
to rid the streets
of the beast?
The mantra
had captivated mouths and memes,
seemed the broad path was in,
was easy. No one understood,
the following was satisfying,
it had treats, whistles and bells.
Pavlov would ring,
ice cream was melting;
drips and dollars,
indecisiveness.
The public fell for it.
Hypnotic, sliding
into each scenario
like colorforms placed;
placemats, paid off.
The scent of incense
scorching the silver lining,
anger the prayers of the masses
who had never knelt
to the unknown God,
only to reason and revery.
Oh yes, they dipped
into psychedelics,
thrilled by curt
and coarse language,
and irreverent motion
of the tall man.
Like any gang,
with any spark of disloyalty,
you’re out,
you’re beat -
tread marks identify you
as the enemy.
No one notices
because each member’s
given rose-colored glasses.
The storm of hail,
thunder, lightening,
frightening
but ineffective to disturb
the disturbed.
Torches light the streets,
attempt peace,
only propaganda distressed.
Occasionally,
one pulls away from Frankenstein’s monster
when the light
lands on the truth.
Proof. Glass house shatters. Gutter
full of bottles; hands through grates.
Dividing line. Blue sky and bluebirds
above the fray; fearless patriots.
She wears a quiet confidence everyday, like a scarf
stained with sweat because she never takes it off.
That’s what she was wearing the first time she ever asked me
for yogurt recommendations.
She saw me standing with my hand on my forehead,
eyes furrowed before the sprawling cooler.
She mistook my indecisiveness as thoughtful
contemplation. When I spoke to her all the words
kept tripping over one another on my tongue,
embarrassing as trying to use cling wrap without scissors,
embarrassing as walking anywhere with a suitcase,
embarrassing as waiting to cross the street or losing
your balance on the train.
So she took her sweat stained confidence
and draped it around my shoulders,
delicate as childhood, and I said,
“go for the coffee flavor, it’ll surprise you,”
“I love surprises!” she said as she
set it and my heart down gently in the cart.
Morning Thoughts On Fear
Written: by Miracle Man
3/18/2020
Can being overly precautious lead to fear,
stifling our thinking, making us seem robotic.
Anxiety is the birth and its premier,
and apprehension makes life become chaotic.
Indecisiveness and stagnation fear has caused,
the media fuels negative emotions.
To defeat this virus that has current life paused,
we must quickly move past sanitizing lotions.
People cannot cope when filled with indecision,
being constantly in fear or reactive state.
The crisis we're facing we did not envision,
is prophecy fulfilling and our hour grown late?
Fear is spawned by the unknown
While unrecognized faith is living payday to payday
never giving thought to whether your job might end
and where your next meal might come from.
Tom
Ode To President Trump
Benghazi fatal fiasco where four Americans and NOT illegal aliens met their fatal end and for that reason was the impetus of me casting my vote for him and not for her.
Trump is a businessman and by hook or crook, the American people and its economic future are stronger.
The impeachment vote falls along party lines with the House leaning left and the Senate leaning right.
I am guessing people are afraid to align themselves with somebody who is been demonized by Democrats, whereto, I am not. As I speak on behalf of the Republican party, I am unashamed but have due respect for those who choose otherwise, because we, Americans, have the freedom of choice and we should be proud and not waver along the fence of indecisiveness.
I and my working family who does not live on government handouts will vote for Trump again.
God bless the American people
God bless America
2020 February 01
*Honorable Mention*
Ode to a President or Politician or Leader Past or Present
~~Sheri Fresonke Harper
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.