I was always an odd curious little girl,
and not far away was a haunted house;
unruly boys came often with big rocks to hurl,
many times at windows I saw a mouse.
I was told stories of the house's history,
during war was used as a hospital;
hooded nuns lived there but that is a mystery,
for the nun's stories were noncommittal.
I wanted to get inside to investigate,
then, I saw a face on an upper floor;
and by now the house was surrounded by a gate,
but this sleuth would get in that haunted door.
I climbed the fence and walked up to the haunted home,
turning the rusted door - it opened wide;
waiting was a creepy nun ( have you come to roam,
forever) . . . they whispered that I had died.
Categories:
noncommittal, scary,
Form: Rhyme
Are you ever wrong? I mean,
admit being wrong –
Do you make decisions based
on: head, heart, or backside? I'll
answer for you: Backside –
Should everyone's opinion be
validated and respected? For, you and I,
do not have common sense enough
to know right from wrong. Thieves. Murderers.
Sexual Abusers. Politicians, etc..
+1 point if your answer is
yes or no. +20 points
if noncommittal participation
is enough
in your opinion –
Categories:
noncommittal, corruption, freedom, patriotic, perspective,
Form: Free verse
How lovey-dovey can they be? We ask each other, concerned.
It is his sixth marriage, her thirteenth. They are totally in love.
We have heard this before from both of them.
They have actually married each other twice already.
We want a big wedding, she says. White dress and everything.
And we will release doves, he tells us. This time we mean it.
We are silent, noncommittal, not sure what to say.
Categories:
noncommittal, love,
Form: Free verse
The Quickening
by Michael R. Burch
for Beth
I never meant to love you
when I held you in my arms
promising you sagely
wise, noncommittal charms.
And I never meant to need you
when I touched your tender lips
with kisses that intrigued my own—
such kisses I had never known,
nor a heartbeat in my fingertips!
Categories:
noncommittal, desire, love, lust, passion,
Form: Verse
DARKNESS GROWS IN THE GARDEN OF PLEASANTRIES
Meandering through the garden of pleasantries,
did you sense, the breathless pant of trees,
or hear, the violin seduction, of Cupid’s sentries,
or pierce the eyes, the blossom spread of luxuries?
Do tell of sandals, chains and locks lost in shrubberies!
O turtle doves, between your teeth, insolent mulberries.
Too soon succumbed to satin skin, fracas of discoveries.
The fruited-fountain of chocolate but noncommittal fudgeries.*
The shrieking tomb of sirens — seagulls sic the maggoty melodies.
The butterfly tresses of yesteryear sans curmudgeon cure of drudgeries.
You thought to toss away her sensuous beauty, with exorbitant lies.
No hope in her sea soaked eyes, salt preservative of glass flies.
4/14/2018
*fudgeries - fakes (made up word)
Categories:
noncommittal, dark,
Form: Monorhyme
All in lies
and to hope betrayed
this human prayer
in requests of faith
holds the precipice to its heart
All divest by such noncommittal love
all broken by the dreamings of
but to its feet lays petition
for the signatures of psychopaths
All becomes contrary to the heart
endorsement beneath threat
to stand alone
with all this frigid hate
Corpses by numbers capitulate
compiled in easy flippant verbiage
designates a willful slaughter
for all the love of peace
and with petty price elucidate
the why-fores agony
wherefores impartiality
signed away by sociopaths
So all becomes this frigid hate
and ruled by the secular dictators of death
a human prayer
in requests of faith
holds the precipice to its heart
Categories:
noncommittal, prejudice, together,
Form: Free verse
Over time my heart has become brittle
verge of breaking, feelings immutable,
once loving now your cold noncommittal
knowing my actions were unsuitable,
your absence has left my whole world bereft
in my life no one more formidable,
stealing my heart sure was an act of theft
my love for you was unconditional,
my affection shown was so tenuous
now I must hope for just an interlude
to prove my love, become less envious
without you I'm lost, cold, lonely, subdued,
our relationship a macabre sketch
you're no demurely woman, I'm no letch.
28/10/2017.
Categories:
noncommittal, emotions, loss, lost love,
Form: Sonnet
'Twas like imagery or perhaps deja'vu
air quotations or a hallucination,
naught tangible to the naked eye
but an echoing of whirlwinds,
mere beginning of an expansion
tucked aside noncommittal whispers
reverberating discorporate shadows
on dividers of processing graphics,
rough drafts' emphatic intimation
of intrusively summoned reckonings
referencing old featured impressions,
mid-escape concentrated faculties'
unfocused low-density frequencies,
betwixt susceptibility’s magnifiers
orbiting bout night-crawlers' psyche,
whilst darkly territorial distractions
evolve beyond unforeseen influences,
farthermost assertion's revisionary
assemblages divulging conceals,
structured within framework
unrelentingly penetrative,
drawn-out, long agone
an unreceptive peccadillo
Categories:
noncommittal, allegory, confusion, hyperbole,
Form: Free verse
I haven't got what it takes to quit
'just play my hand n' get on with it
some might pray or say it's written in the stars
Holding up answers with exclamation marks
toss an easy catch, all passions are released!
strike another match, noncommittal and care-free
you wanna' slow't down, then I'm gonna' get off
'paid for my ticket, now I'm not gonna' stop
'swear it's like a habit to be hoodwinked n' short changed
but this time we're gonna' go the whole, damn way
this time I'll go the, whole, damn way
down in the valley we were almost lost
with the sounds of the river n' the light so soft
th' jury dispersed when the judge didn't show
th' accused left standing n' th' case was never closed
deft slight of hand, murder in the first degree
void of reprimand, footloose n' fancy-free
the wraith on your mast and your blinking ****
will guide my stars until my days are done
but did you ever stop for a moment t'ponder
the loneliness of the wonder that precedes the thunder
the loneliness of the wonder that precedes the thunder
Categories:
noncommittal, anger, character, leadership, me,
Form: Rhyme
Breath
I breath deeply and hold,
this isn’t so hard,
it’s relative ease making me bold.
Slightly harder now,
pulse pounding in my head,
sweat rolling down my brow.
I could really use some air,
this isn’t a good idea,
I fall into my chair.
My lungs pleading for help,
my urge to inhale,
I’m about to yelp.
My vision is blurry,
I really should stop,
I’m beginning to worry.
I let out a little,
I’m mad at myself,
too noncommittal
It’s too much,
I can’t take it,
I held it for 2 minutes, clutch.
I exhale fast,
the first breath is amazing,
releasing all the air I had amassed.
I underappreciated breath,
it is so common,
but without it there’s death
It’s amazing something so easy to get,
is so hard to keep.
Categories:
noncommittal, strength, teen, write, writing,
Form: Blank verse
He doesn't fit in with a, e, i, o, and u.
He's more flexible, and exceptional, too.
He's the other guy,
the "sometimes" y.
He's not quite sure who he wants to be.
He's noncommittal, but very friendly.
He's a consonant, and yet, a vowel,
a monogrammic stich in a bath towel.
He's unpredictable and often sly,
who, on "Wheel Of Fortune," you do not buy.
He swings wide his stride like a Mambo dancer,
and beacons a question, challenging to answer.
Categories:
noncommittal, fun, humor, language, metaphor,
Form: Rhyme
A goddess of sagacious ways in tenderness of spontaneous amore,
Hauntingly beautiful is her form as you see her, such allure.
Her colorful tattoo, which adorns her face, delivers her peaceful demure,
Ambiguous to another female, she engages men that humbly adore.
Fantasia, her name, unimaginable transformations she could explore.
Able to present herself in any form, a lover may imagine, ever so pure.
Enticing her conquests, no human male could resist, determined lure.
Fantasia’s innocent looks that you see, is just the beginning of her score.
Her desire was not to humiliate or destroy these men’s minds or souls.
Just to amuse her, allowing men to have avaricious filled night.
Fantasias floral adorned hair, produced pheromones to meet her goals.
Completing a ravenous, noncommittal bond, beyond grandiose height,
Fantasia’s flamboyant gaze, from her eyes, starts her lovelorn controls.
Her admirer, is captured as her finger touches her lip, daintily light.
Written by
Cecil Hickman
Written for
Sponsor ~ Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ ~
Contest Name Tell Her Story
Categories:
noncommittal, fantasy, love, mystery, passion,
Form: Italian Sonnet
The Dream Repeats
Since I was a small child, the dream repeats,
Working, running, always trying to get
somewhere, do something, see someone.
The situation always different and yet
the theme always the same..FRUSTRATION!
And why, I asked my friendly therapist,
Am I always in such a frantic state?
Why can't I dream of birds or handsome men?
His reply carefully crafted and noncommittal...
Low self esteem, trying to find some..
or,
Trying to assuage some feelings of guilt...
or,
Some unresolved issue with my mother..
or,
......to much spicy food before bed...
~~~~~~ LOL.~~~~
Barbara Gorelick
The Dream of Self
Categories:
noncommittal, funny, life, philosophydream, dream,
Form: Light Verse