Vagaries Poems - Poems about Vagaries

The Vagaries

"The Vagaries"

You could go all Zen over Me,
I’d listen studiously, then, spit it out 
like cherry seeds for integration

the flesh of it all,
"The Past", savoured;
"The Future",

for lame time-wasting 
poetic rebels pretending
to be connoisseurs, parlaying -

"The Now", struts irreverently,
dealing its Bolchevistic
cards

and there sits You,
holding the mirror for Me,
expelling Your koans let loose

the sound of One hand

With One Vagaries of Weather

With the vagaries of weather,
One wishes one had Bird's feather
For a flight to a safer zone,
Where heat nor cold might crush the bone...

With the storms and ones of weather
Much focus on being together
He ceases who does wealth gather
Men with kids play roles of father

How many of us can storms weather
Without cast glances at Ether?
Who can

The Vagaries of Time

The vagaries we grope with
The triumph of temptation avails
as the wind claws


Each heart is an ineligible abscess
Twisting lanes
Eternity scatters west
it all goes on paper
searching for a lunar shrine
a secret of scribbling sands
amongst the discounted heart

Ruminating Vagaries of Life May 2nd 2021

Ruminating vagaries of life May 2nd, 2021

(conceived while in utero
which loosely summarization in toto
of this ordinary Joe Schmoe,
who did wade nine months for a roe
at mercy of obstetricians status quo,

giving me a jump start to blend pro
pen city utilizing both a very small oboe,
and combination cross bow
either plucking or shooting from off
umbilical cord mocks nocks

Vagaries In Judging

 
Judging contests is unpredictable,
I get poems both lovely and quirky;
to disqualify is miserable,
sometimes, finding the contest theme- murky !

First, I evaluate for requirement,
dated, no names on poems and the such;
written creative or in alignment,
and does the poem when read- my heart touch !

Assessing and rating is very hard,
I must check the rules for the

The Vagaries

The vagaries are flying today.
Those gossima-winged insubstantial escapees
related by birth to thoughts as yet unformed.
I sense them circling, see their flights
they glitter and dim as fireflies do.
To capture a few I must let go of them,
let them crash land in the mire of mind.
coated in just a little weight
that they might be seen and named,
coerced

The Vagaries of Mind

My mind wanders here and there,
It has no bounds or limitations,
It keeps on thinking,
Various thoughts,
Sometimes ridiculous and at times,
Crazy and idiotic,
 It quells my sleep,
And bothers my peace,
I seek solace in prayer and meditation,
Which gives me temporary ease;
The erratic thoughts come back,
To me, with incessant worries,
Which sap my energies,
And keep me  hankering for serenity.

Vagaries of An Unknown Methacton High School

Nineteen Seventy-Seven Alumni

Some conspiratorial and malevolent force
     must be fast at work
     cranking chronology dial
an extraterrestrial force

     donning, housing, loosing,
     plying, and trumpeting greater guile
then this schmart ass threadbare
     stock king chap named Lisle.

Damn frightful

Vagaries of Life

Biological copulation draws Easter egg, 
fecund gooey glommed gametes 
heralding zygote 
(adroit bitcoin currency) 
describing extemporaneous fusion 
generate hormonal influx 
juices kickstarting life manifold  
natural occurrence pregnancy 
quilts rudimentary secrete tapestry
until vicar wizard yields 
zealous adorable biological concatenation, 
derivative extrapolated filigreed
Gonads heft, induce jointly knotted linkedin 
MineCraft nascent occurrence
presaging quintessential reproduction, 
sharing third trimester,

Vagaries of Memories

``
The Vagaries Of Memories

And when and why
does one begin to embellish
And exaggerate reality?
To multiply the meaning
And lessen the veracity
of something as ethereal
yet that we ascribe to as real
and claim it...name it
 ... ‘Memory’...

For how long does it take
for the aging mind to make
Improvements and tweaks
along the way
To change the tone
that time alone should own
The feelings

Vagaries of Time

When we are young, time seem so slow.
"Please, hurry up, I want to grow!"

In middle age, it races by.
"I need more time!" is what we cry.

Now we grow old, it drags again.
"When will I have release from pain?"

Vagaries of Life

Biological copulation draws Easter egg, 
fecund gooey glommed gametes 
heralding zygote 
(adroit bitcoin currency) 
describing extemporaneous fusion 
generate hormonal influx 
juices kickstarting life manifold   
natural occurrence pregnancy quilts 
rudimentary secrete tapestry 
until vicar wizard yields 
zealous adorable biological concatenation, 
derivative extrapolated filigreed 
Gonads heft, induce jointly knotted linkedin MineCraft 
nascent occurrence 
presaging quintessential

Illusory Realm Vagaries

Am I now destined to remain
in this cold realm that binds me here?
Can I not flee this dark domain
or make reality appear?

Strange illusory vagaries
distort my thoughts and crowd my mind.
Foul evil spreads her vile disease
scorching my eyes to make me blind.

This lurid illusory realm
attempts to now extract my soul.
I cannot let it overwhelm
or lose my

Adrift - Upon the Vagaries of Life

Adrift
upon the vagaries of life.

I have sailed this sea
prayed for a hint of breeze
a whisper of hope
a passing cloud’s shadow

run through the troughs
of crested confusion
withstood the fury
of its nameless demons.

Sailed –
toward an unreachable sunset
growing ever nearer
run full sail at sunrise
fleeing the darkness

sat - becalmed
deafened by the silence
shouted into the emptiness
of doubt.

Mended
tattered canvas,
caulked with dusty rope
aging

Vagaries of Season

Autumn a loneliness
Winters in regress
Spring forth unto blessings
Summer’s sigh of happiness

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