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Premium Member Alphabet Of Symbolic People

Angelic, Axial, Animalistic, Anonymous 
Balanced, Bullish, Brave, Boorish
Caring, Cynical, Charismatic, Contradicting 
Daring, Doodling, Detached, Deep
Eccentric, Excavator, Engaged, Exorcising 
Fatherly,  Frantic, Fiendish, Faithful
Gamer, Gothic,  Gibberish,  Gentle
Heretic, Hippy, Horizontal, Hermit
Inspirational, Inquisitive, Impulsive, Interpreter
Jolly, Just, Jumper, Jack in the Beanstalk
Kindling, Kudosocial, Kinky, Karate zen
Loving, Lexical, Lavish, Lunar
Mysterious, Motherly, Musical, Mnemonic
Nurturing, Nibbling, Natural, Neanderthal 
Outgoing, Outsider, Onlooker, Orthopaedic 
Pious, Pepperish, Plastered, Porcelain
Quiet, Quixotic, Quester, Quicky
Repairman, Rider, Realistic, Remnant
Sweet, Sour, Single, Stamped
Truthful, Thinker, Tinker, Tumbler 
Undecided, Untitled, Universal, Unknown 
Vertical, Virgin, Vandal, Varsitarian 
Whimsical, Waiter, Worldly, Wordy
Xenophobic, X-men, Xylophonic, X-rated
Yuppy, Yummy, Y era, Yoyo
Zany, Zealous, Zippy, Zapped


Premium Member Jubilantly Jiving Juicy

An aliveness announcing angels,
Beyond beautiful bliss,
Clarifying clearly 
Disastrously dynamic diminished-hexaverses,
Eagerly, enthusiastically
Finding fanatical futuristic free-verse 
Gyrations guzzling
Haphazardly, happy haiku
Illustrating Images
Jubilantly jiving, juicy
Kindred kindness
Luxuriously languishing
Mystically, magically, memorably
Nimble notations 
Opulently 
Persuasively, poetically
Quirkily, 
Relishing Rhymes.
Succulent, sassy, sensuous
Tangerine Tango-like tankas,
Understandably undecided
Vexingly verifying
Wonderful, wild,
‘xcitingly ‘xhibiting
zany, zealous, zestful Z.
Form: ABC

New Sneaks

My new striped sneakers might be cool
Or creepy, I can’t tell.
The price was right and socks or not,
They fit me very well.

With rounded toe and laces black
And soles both thick and white,
They make my feet resemble boats
Yet still, they look all right.

I hemmed and hawed inside the store
And then made my decision, 
Expecting that my spouse would look
At them with some derision.

But he was undecided, too,
So this was his reply:
“Pharrell* could wear those and on him,
You know they’d look real fly**.”

They’re on my feet right now and there
They will reside a spell;
But still, they might be creepy - 
After all, I’m no Pharrell!

*Pharrell Williams
**cool (not my husband’s exact words, I must admit!)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Welcome August

Anonymously I remain faceless in a soundproof booth when dictators reign
Unforgivable leader guiltless non-truths, I’ll hide from the suffering in vain
God willing I’ll move unseen unknown like the Beowulf poet wounded within                                                                                                                             
Underhanded sinful strife crushing the heavens with tunes of a sad violin
Sonnets I’ll write of undecided weak given into evil who’ll willfully applaud
The fifty percent who stood divided, if fifty fifty then there is no room for God
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Acrostic

Craving the indescribable

Ethereal vivid imagery
kissed by a subdued light
twinkling colors of nostalgia  
lingering faintly 
In an infinite time-lapsed dimension  
where the onyx of what lures
morphs into mysterious perpetual 
unpainted lackadaisical presences 
leaving vacant spaces 
in a yearning soul
Devoid nothings dancing 
swallowing me under
a tucked in sprinkled sky 
Obtainable materialization 
too bland for fulfillment
Undecided passions and lost hopes
in a hollow twisted barren flesh 
placed on the lower side of
a distant slightly pattering pedestal
of something that can only
be described fugitively 
Bestowing faint presences
feeling the invisible
mixed in grander punched elusive dreams 
A lofty unconscious concept 
beyond mortal grasp


To Reach That Horizon

Many times I stood idle and silent
on this same shore at dawn,
staring out at the unreacheable horizon
torn by a disheartned feeling;
and in spite of discouragement
its distance became more real!

When nights were blurry
and the appearance of stars
was so impossibly remote...
to make me aimlessly grope:
the growth of doubt relied on instincts,
to let darkness uncover that mystery!

To reach that horizon,
possibility needs to be reconsidered
to let this undecided spirit venture and
take me from this dark shore
to the blueness of another sky;
to reach that horizon...
courage must surpass fear,
and my perception must be clear...
foreseeing the events that will follow
without interfering or asking why! 

Many nights I sat on the edge
of the foaming rocks,
trying to get a step closer
to those intangible stars...
always intercepting my message
and making wait me like before!

To reach that horizon,
I should stimulate the interest
of all the introvert stars;
to interrelate and be heard!
To reach that horizon...
I should demand their confidence,
not be hesitant or fightened
into telling me the stark truth!

Premium Member More Than Just Words

I'm tired of you becoming just words,
                                         On every page when I write at night.
                                           I saw you as a pretty face at first;
                                         I wouldn't mind if my ink pen dried.

                                       I say it because you're a human being;
                                           These situations are not my type.
                                       I want "I love you" to mean something,
                                             And you stay right by my side.

                                              Honestly, when I write poetry,
                              The feeling is unconfirmed, undecided, undefined.
                                               You are worth more to me
                                     Than words written down on every line.

                                          I'd prefer to have you in my arms;
                                        Paper and pen will not tear us apart.


                                                

                                                   ©2013 Honestly JT
                               For P.D.' s "Any Poem Goes #6" Poetry Contest
Form: Sonnet

Undecided

I’ve been toiling over
This monumental decision
But my mind keeps clouding
My weary hearts vision

When will I learn
To do things right,
How am I able
To keep up this fight

How will I know
I’ve made the right decision
When all I can do
Is  up with such precision

I feel trapped in this haze
Of trying to make it all right,
But it feels like a losing battle
The harder I fight

I wish I could escape
This darkness and pain,
The more I try thinking
Makes me feel I’m insane

So the time is at hand
To finally choose
Will it be life or death
That sets me free of these blues
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Soul and Eternity

Before
The threshold of eternity, the soul stood for a while
Hesitating to cross over onto the realm of oblivion
Pondering
What lies beyond heaven's glorious gates.

Agony and anticipation in soul's heart where
Implicated in a fierce battle
As the hope of a better world and the fear of the unknown
Were with all their might fighting to prevail
One over the other.

Fear was the first to express the reasons for its agony:

"Since no soul is blameless and all of them are sinners
It's only just to me to dread this horrific crossing
for unknown is to both of us the sort of punishment that
the soul awaits for all the wrongs she has done here on 
the material plane."

Hope when heard fear's reasoning; here is how
it replied:

" It is in the human nature, one to fear the unknown,
but Man from the moment of his creation knew that he was mortal
and that his real self was not the body that one can see
but his spiritual substance,
the substance that can be seen only after eternity's threshold
a soul has crossed over!"

Now the soul,
Having heard the arguments of both of her counselors
Undecided seemed to remain, just for a little bit longer
But the decision she finally took forward to go!
Thus
Instantly, she disappeared into a universe of sacred light
Joyful, happy,  jubilant, ecstatic, ever-blissful
And became one with eternity, immortal, everlasting
Radiating with holiness, enraptured with grace
A divine ray now she has turned to be that encompasses the
COSMOS!*








© Demetrios Trifiatis
     18 March 2021

* Dedicated to a close relative and friend of mine that crossed over the threshold of eternity a week ago, victim to COVID-19. R.I.P. Nikos!

Premium Member At the Junction

~ Placed First in Constance's 'D' quote Contest~

" (Two roads) diverged in a yellow wood and I choose the
            the one less traveled by and that has made 
                              all the difference. "
                                             Quote by - Robert Frost 


Traveling ahead I reached a junction, diverging.
Stopped undecided which path I should take.
Both looked equally unfamiliar and strange.
Wavering, an easy choice I couldn’t make.

One was going to the north, the other to the west.
I had no idea where it would finally end.
On an impulse, I chose the route going to the north.
Moving ahead, I found the road bumpy, full of hairpin bend.

I was overcome with fear and a sense of regret.
Thought if I had opted to travel to the west,
It would have made so much of a difference,
And wouldn’t have put me in such severe test.

However, I resolved to proceed further.
Stopping halfway was never my choice.
I decided to face the challenge somehow.
Overcoming hurdles gives us a chance to rejoice!

There is always thrill in facing the unknown.
As life is full of uncertainty, ambiguity and fear,
We often have to choose destinations unknown.
Yet through it all, we try to persevere.

After the initial setbacks, I entered a smooth road.
It was an avenue with trees arching on either side.
I knew I was heading to a celestial Arcadia.
With no more regrets, thanked my intuition, my best guide!
Form: Rhyme

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