Quandaries Poems

He Wore the Look of Remorse

Boldly colored days each Fall give hope
that a new beginning; a new season
will ease his sorrows and help him cope
with her absence, but he longs for a reason.

Life meant nothing. Often, people queried
his state of mind and wished him the best.
He always looked gaunt and rather wearied.
With his wife's whereabouts, he was obsessed.

Daily, Edward felt grief heighten inside
his heart, wondering how he could've been blind,
and why in him she felt she couldn't confide.
Never, to his beloved had he ever been unkind.

Lurid, mysterious notes only provided quandaries
that left him more confused than he was before.
He'd never suspected there had been boundaries
between them. The look of remorse he sadly wore.

Quandaries

What should one do

Whenever one finds

One's intellect knew

Just miniscule minds

The Eternal Question: God, No God, Maybe God

Belief defies logic.
Faith leaps beyond belief or reason.
We cherish beliefs because they are indeed irrational.
You can't prove a negative in an open system without boundaries.
Absence of evidence doesn't provide evidence of absence or non-existence.
Even the most rational belief systems rest on untestable or unfalsifiable beliefs, or intuitions.
Belief in God or Gods, relies on answers to mental "what if questions",
Which defy logic, because the concept of God is neither logical nor rational.
For to God and their believers, everything and anything, is possible all at once forever.
The problem with the belief in God or Gods lies not within the believers,
But when they thrust their beliefs and their consequences upon others.
Let it be - respect beliefs for what they are to one selves alone.
Imagine- - beliefs that are mutually respectful not mutually disrespectful of others,
Believe what you will, and what you want to believe, about God and Gods,
I'm totally OK with that,
But please respect my beliefs, quandaries, doubts, mind-games and dis-beliefs as well.

Welcome to the darkside

In the realm of artificial intelligence, a shadow looms,
A world of algorithms, where uncertainty blooms.
The promise of progress, a double-edged sword,
As the cons of AI are slowly explored.

Privacy invaded, data mined without consent,
In the hands of machines, our secrets are sent.
Surveillance unchecked, a watchful eye,
AI's reach expanding, without asking why.

Jobs displaced, livelihoods at stake,
As automation rises, the human touch may break.
Inequality deepens, as AI's power grows,
Leaving many behind, in its relentless throes.

Bias embedded, in algorithms unseen,
Discrimination perpetuated, in a digital sheen.
Ethical dilemmas, in AI's decision-making,
Moral quandaries arise, our values shaking.

In the age of artificial intelligence, we must tread with care,
Navigating the pitfalls, becoming aware.
For as we harness AI's potential might,
We must ensure it serves humanity's light.

My Sympathy

my sympathies aren’t born of grace
like in the way of the benevolent heiress who,
ever-so-delicately, extends cupped hands
to feed the twittering songbirds 
perched on her windowsill 

it comes from a far more wretched place, 
emerging so unsightly, it almost contradicts 
the inherent virtue of the word 
because it isn’t fueled by love or fortune,
but by every instance unaccounted for 
in which i should’ve felt the same pity 
for myself 

my sympathy is abundant and involuntary
as though in response to constant overflow 
and extends much further than hungry birds 
or grieving friends 

it reaches all the way out to lone, discarded cans 
that didn’t quite make it to the trash bin,
and to the virtual strangers that walk past, 
their defeats and quandaries overheard,
and to every unfortunate soul between, 
under the sole condition that
they don’t share a brain with me

Dynamic Chorus

Ubiquitous sun
consuming through icy shadows
amidst winter chorus

Delphic paean on elysian winds
lustral chorales in
amber chronicles

Slowly sung, it's a lullaby of dreams
with moonlight charms
lulling you to sleep

I need to remember this night
the light we ignite within
shedding our sin

We soar boldly into silky shards
my ankles wobble, and I sway
Meekness left me speechless.

maintain moss's fear of tinkering
eroded by wear and tear
like a battered victory.

reaching out to the darkness
can the night swallow me?
hiding tinges of mellifluous tones.

In the rustle of leaves
hides a melody,
soulful as a barren call.

radiates an indomitable spirit
fears and quandaries cloud firm-level
in a shroud of myopia.

because rivers can't be crossed twice
switch to callow intrigue
tea is a lone integer in a ripening world.

Written: January 30, 2023

Brian Strand Contest No 1178 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand

Pitch Black

11/3/22

The whole bottle gone, not no six pack
At times trying to hit the jack
Eventually it all turns pitch black

Often it's a trap
Continually these b****es laugh
Yet I don't give a crap
Remember it's tit for tat
They always come to me for this and that
Once again I bridged the gap

I do I really get it, everybody is different
Just minding my own business
Keeping it all from a distance
In the end she wants some assistance
Especially when she is given much resistance

Damn, I'm not the one, you're barking up the wrong tree
Quit airing out all your laundry
I'm not Gandhi
For now I'll speak honestly
The source of our creation is beyond me
I'd like to know the answer to that and all these other quandaries

Too often they think they're slick
Yet again just a big prick
Out to nitpick
Yet the first one to dip out and take a picnic

Excuse me if I fidget
Regarding it all, I'm done with it
This is apocalyptic
As well as cryptic

The Only Star For Me

The only star for me 

Is a split binary, that cannot agree
Tearing me apart, within this melee
From the moment, of man’s creation 
Forever open, to lame interpretation 
Was I assembled, in a solar system 
Inanimate, and lacking any wisdom 
Brought to life, to fill a Gods quota 
I haven’t got the faintest clue or iota
Heavy elements, and dust coalesced 
Later on, wise men attempt to process

Spoiler alert! I’ll tell you what I know 
Science and religion, puts on a show
Orbiting each other, huge quandaries 
Crisscrossing our human boundaries 
Why can’t gravity, bash them together 
If not for worse, definitely for better 
In a supernova blast, releasing sense 
Knocking me off, that stubborn fence 
Burning away, every bit of my doubt
Or is this failed star, never to find out 


By David Kavanagh 
11/07/22

Extraordinary Things

This was not my imagination 
For I was alert and sober,
When I witnessed an odd migration 
At midday, in early October 

A dying leaf held me in it's spell
Tumbling passed limbs and bark,
Twisting and turning as it fell 
And transforming into a monarch 

Emerged a newborn butterfly 
Just before it hit the ground, 
Taking wing toward the sky 
Helped by the wind around 

Freed from her rooted tree 
Let go, like a child's balloon, 
A split decision it had to be 
With no time for a cocoon 

I watched as it beat about 
New spots of orange and black, 
Confidently and without a doubt 
That it would not be coming back 

Away she flew up into the sun
And my eyes I tried to shade,
To glimpse before this dream was done 
Because in the distance she would fade 

Answered were all my quandaries 
Before this leaf met the grass, 
Proving there are no boundaries 
That Mother Nature could surpass 

How could she be so agile 
Soaring on paper thin wings?,
How something frail and fragile 
Could do extraordinary things!

Faith Transcends Fear

Residing in the deepest crevices of self-doubt
Where dark shadows shroud the damaged identity
Fear, like a disease that suffocates, cripples the soul,
Languishes within the breast, tightening the cords
That stifle freedom, threatens to render creative
Approaches to a myriad of life quandaries mute.
Fear, the most appalling way to approach the future,
Continually casts a gray pall over hope’s morrow
Blunting the realities of hope and promise, merciless,
Making one helpless to cultivate peace and serenity.

Placing one’s faith in a higher power; perhaps, casting
Oneself into the consoling arms of a benevolent spirit
For guidance and direction when confidence wanes
Can, with practice, thwart the stabbing pangs of fear.

FOURTH PLACE WINNER
written August 28, 2021
especially for "Fear Transcendence" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Unseeking Seeker

Dancing In the Void

Dancing in the Void

Dancing in the void
Sanctuary delighting in the sparks
Welding contemplation to an ever exploding new creation 
Flash dancing in transient exploding flickers 
Stampeding through transient ethers
An arabesque leaping from opaque to lucid
Elegant grace unclothed in transparent cabrioles
Of eloquent staggering bliss in currents 
Flowing visceral electricity 
A revelry revealed in electric leaping caprioles 
Charged with revelation  
In flaring truth often viewed with eyes half closed
Illuminated luminosity embraced
On a stage where stoic suspended anticipation
Finally emerges to be energized - 
Artistic synchronicity -
Where leaping quandaries, charged dark enquiries
And ascending aspirations for moments of beauty
Pirouette in soaring surges 
Dancing in the void of veracity uplifted.

8-10-21
Contest: The Void
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker

Sunday Afternoon Nap

A steamy Sunday late afternoon
I shall succumb to a nap very soon
And let the world go where it may
As I on my couch, comatose, lay
Dreaming of mysteries unsolved
Life’s quandaries yet unresolved
My reveries are soon interrupted
My superb solutions are corrupted
When kitchen smells waft through
I shout, “What’s for dinner? Stew?”


written July 14, 2021

Quietude

Quietude gives rise to
quandaries, inquiries,
quintessential musings,
quemeful meditations,
qualitative praises,
quantitative goals and
questions unquenchable.

5-22-2021
Q Pleiades

Have Your Way

Woman, greedy woman
Have your way
Call me your king
Whilst I remain your slave

And say my darling shall so come
And no quandaries shall remain
 Not even my mothers' pest

Soon from the world corners 
Would many come adorned in chosen laces 
With rhyming threads and patterns 
All and sundry shall converge
To Grace  my very feast
Let tunic brews and palm wine dance
All to congratulate me at a glance 

I shall be gaily dressed 
And so have a union blessed

Those were your words
When sedately love was thriving
But woman have you no eyes 
To unearth my persisting woes 
I can't make a paltry meal
Nor have your tongue forever fed

So shall we proceed?
If this feast shall embellish your being
Or have a lifeless love engendered 
Or bring prosperity, till my greed align with yours

Qrs

Quarrelsome Questions

    quickly quirky quips
    quash quandaries quietly
    quells querulous qualms

    Right Results

    rapid repartee
    repress rhetorical rants
    ribs rabble - rousers

    Sweet Success

    swiftly satires skill
    silences sophistries spin
    stuns subversive scorn

    8 / 4 / 2020.

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