Lousie Anne vacillated between the two
Loved both men, Charlie and Drew
Her ideas were on full teeter-totter
One was her fire, the other her water
Fiddle faddle and wobbly wee
What on earth should her decision be?
Worse yet, the two men were related
They met when they double dated
Why don’t you look for earth? Said her mother.
Or wind, said her brother. Or wind, said her brother.
Louise Anne still did not know what to do
So, she ran off to be alone in Kalamazoo
There she met Jimmy, her earth and Beau, her wind.
A woman who fell in love with love, where to begin?
Categories:
vacillated, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Rhyme
My eyes are open
My mind is pacing
My heart is racing
So I close my eyes
And sit in quietude
I was told it fabricates a different attitude
Looking for the child
who needs to escape
While I listen to the echoes
Of the bowls reverberate
As I look into my Minor eyes
I begin to catechize
As I analyze
I begin to realize
My younger mind has been traumatized
Now I see my inhibitions with great lucidity
So I begin to question their validity
As we confabulated
Liberation is what eventuates
I open my eyes to a new feeling
Once a caged mind
Now unfettered
Once vacillated
Now resolute
Now I embark on an odyssey
With consecrated determination
Surmounting impediments without hesitation
Oh how my life has changed
Since I’ve been acquainted with meditation.
Categories:
vacillated, allegory, anxiety, art, beauty,
Form: Free verse
His arm never weakened when holding his sword.
His courage never vacillated on the battlefields.
The valorous king was victorious.
His soldiers were covered, as promised,
with honor and gold.
History will tell how strongly he deserved
his crown of ebony and bones.
His hand never failed when killing with his sword.
His ferocity never waned on the captives.
The vicious king was ambitious.
His soldiers were driven by promised
plunders and female slaves.
History won't tell how harshly he earned
his crown, with agony and moans.
Categories:
vacillated, anger, history, meaningful, truth,
Form: Free verse
If one chooses to enter the political realm
[To serve his or her country in high office]
Inevitably, they will be accused of misconduct
Of one sort or another during their tenure
Julia Gillard, ex-Prime Minister of Australia,
The first and only female in Australia’s history
Is no exception.
From 2010-2013, she performed her duties, but
Was deposed by her predecessor, who claimed
Rightly that she was ambivalent, that she
Sordidly vacillated in her actions and decisions
And such claims by one’s political allies and opponents
Are rather common when a position of authority
Is coveted.
No evidence exists, however, that she was a traitor!
Treason (to be a traitor) requires attacking the state
Authority “to whom one owes” [complete] “allegiance
With the intent of overthrowing the government.”
Almost ten years have passed since she left office,
And it would behoove the Australian powers that be
To move on.
written March 28, 2022
Categories:
vacillated, how i feel, perspective,
Form: Prose Poetry
Horn Horrendous Haiku
have vacillated
type used for vaccinated
and contemplated
Thrust Then Must Trust
to do what we must
God forever always trust
never sin or lust
well above the norm
God will help me to perform
up to Him did warm
Jesus felt our weight
so full of sin and hate
God world did create
time with God well spent
Jesus to us had been sent
while we will repent
in my mind they flow
all those songs of long ago
caused face to glow
more seed have planted
to me from God were granted
with them enchanted
Jim Horn
Categories:
vacillated, allegory, analogy,
Form: Senryu
Untread a tree
Mind, like the devious breeze
Sat on the leaf wanted to ease
Chirping of the birds
Rhythm of the leaves
Vacillated me till I danced
Dazzle of life enhanced
Pomp and show with the chorus
Leaf let me enter through the pores
Curvy veins was only means
Entered the stem in search of end
Reached to the point of shoot
Felt the stillness when met the root
Reached the end with lots of dime
Till I make out the lack of time
Tried to dance but roots entoil
Somehow I made it to soil
Embrace everyone be out of turmoil
One day, all be one and all be soil
-Arvind Kumar
Categories:
vacillated, love, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
In the grip of Rivers of Babylon
Arise to consolidate your fight for faith
And God pain and strain from your comfort zone
Will slay to renew and reinvigorate the breath
Essential to make a way
To the salvation you deserve
As on bended knees you pray everyday
Your God in due season you serve
Reminding the Devil is a liar
Whose maneuvers to lead you astray
Can no longer soar higher
When into your life returns the ray
God shines brighter and brighter
Clearing dark clouds
That for an instant held you tighter
Enveloping you in doubt shrouds
You fight better and better
As faith grows stronger
To break away the sin and temptation fetter
The Devil squeezed a little longer
When you prevaricated
Granting him room to ensnare you
As your faith vacillated
Until your faith resolve in Babylon grew anew
To consolidate your path to salvation
Whacking the Devil
Into submission
Alongside his bags and tags teeming with evil.
Categories:
vacillated, poems,
Form: Free verse
Tired of day's hectic job,
I went to sleep in a bed,
Adorned by embroidery,
On white linen,
in pale pink and blue;
two pillows filled of fur,
One for me one for her;
I dont know when she came,
Softly with her fingers,
Touched my lips;
Kissed my cheek,
With rosy glowing lips;
Raised her head,
laid on my chest;
All was in my faded memory,
Soon I fell in deep sleep;
Felt dream forcing in,
Invading sleep;
I fluttered wings and flew,
Over lake,
Over mountain tops;
The golden angels,
Sang their songs;
One by one embraced,
took me in their lap;
Ravishing Odor,
Alluring beauty of angels,
Vacillated in inebriation;
When I woke up,
From winsome sleep;
Smile in my cheek,
Mind was cool,
Again ready for hectic job;
I realized day is fresh,
if dream is festal;
© Sadashivan Nair?
Categories:
vacillated, dream, love,
Form: Prose Poetry