Vicissitudes Poems

A Lifetime

We blindly traverse life’s vicissitudes,

Upheavals and harmony

An odyssey in search of love,

Beauty, truth and happiness

Lamented in moments of sorrow

Euphoric in joyous bliss

Recorded in hours, days and years

Till hands of death bring to cease.

I was born there

I was born in the odds, 
I lived through it,
dotted the lines on my path
I was born among hyenas, 
these scrambling to stiffen the last breath, 
Amidst hurts and hate first from home,

A lot cast in mirage and fantasies,
Hope too soon cut short,
Survival, a struggle, 
Unexplainable Fratricidal warfare,
The closer in blood, the more bloodier, 

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Remember, O Vicissitudes of Life

On prying on my mind much as ye can, 
Ye make me ponder what gives me deep tan, 
Shape, sharpen me, goad me to grow as man, 

   Ye trim down rough contours of my raw edge, 
   Help me add life, not just years to my age, 
  

Personal Vicissitudes Pronounced Irrepressible Self Loathing

Personal vicissitudes pronounced irrepressible self loathing

Ever since mine late boyhood
when unstoppable coded 
cellular processes did segue
I experienced abhorrence
toward yours truly,
an extremely introverted kid,
whose parents nor siblings
(one younger and older sister) could
not arouse him 

out of his emotional torpor 
(even enlisting powers of druid)
akin being on par with
Peter Peter pumpkin eater...,
whereby he (meaning
author who crafts this

Throw the Word Vicissitudes Back To Tennessee

An evil warlock changed my vicissitudes on this horrible mean day.
It only took seconds, but he took all my power and confidence away.
I went from a woman to a purple dragon with red stripes you see.
He was in cahoots with an ogre who has always hated little ole me.

They transmuted me with abnormally joyful anticipation

The Old Man's Vicissitudes

How long will he labour?
How long will he stand to wait at the harbour?
Aged but still toiling,
Weary components decry oiling, 
He rises early to a routine striving,
He retires home, feet dragging.

His perpetual toil hasn't yielded much,
Life has left him in the lurch,
From his prime to his senior, he scrimps and saves,
All that come are not

Personal Vicissitudes Pronounced Irrepressible Self Loathing Part I

Ever since mine boyhood
I experienced abhorrence
toward yours truly,
an extremely introverted kid,
whose parents nor siblings
(one younger and older sister) could
not arouse him out of his emotional torpor
akin being on par with
Peter Peter pumpkin eater...
whereby he (meaning
author who wrote this poem)
kept himself isolated, quarantined, and xed out
within self made shell.

Me mum mollycoddled her only son
bathed him in

Personal Vicissitudes Pronounced Irrepressible Self Loathing Part Ii

Invisible to the naked eye
traumatization (courtesy
chastising and reproaching -
by fellow classmates
and later in life
birth parents and inlaws 
dealt hefty figurative jab)
tremendously impacted yours truly
analogous to him moving bajillion miles away
compounded by his withdrawn demeanor

diagnosed when he reached middle adulthood
as schizoid personality disorder,
thus exhibiting obvious developmental delay
bullied courtesy nasty brutes,
who scapegoated and rejoiced
with hip hip hurray,
meanwhile

Life's Vicissitudes

Ponder life's vicissitudes
  with gentle tears of solicitude

Our lot, to comfort and pray
  the Lord will have the final say

Vicissitudes of Spring

Raindrops sprinkle spent dogwood petals on the lawn 
While tiny bluebirds perch in nearby mulberry, stalling, 
Awaiting the drizzle’s end, fussing at a week-old fawn 
Who grazes unaware sharp crystal droplets are falling, 
Raining down like tiny sharp fragments of shrapnel. 
Afternoon planting, too, must wait ‘til morrow’s dawning 
Lest fragile seedlings, soaked through, hear

Vicissitudes and Succor

Are My Words So Foreign Or Obtuse 
That You May Not, Within Them, See Truth? 
That We Live Together Within, 
While Without We Share, What May One Day, 
Become A Common View; 
A Mutual Love Born Beyond The Forming 
Of All Words. 
A View We May Adopt As Living Love, 
Grown Fervent In The Fertile

From the Vicissitudes

Does the dead not walk?
I woke up in the middle of last night drained,
In my castle built in the stark blank,
I was like the vulture beaten by wild rain storm.
Does the dead not walk?
The fragrance which pefumed from my body was alluring,
But it stunk on the people's nostrils,
In that I know I have been to

Vicissitudes of a Rambling Life Once Lived

Vicissitudes Of A Rambling Life Once Lived 

I have walked this earth, too oft dying of thirst
through and within vast herds of men, vast pools of stain
bearing melancholy blues, heart about to burst,
chasing elusive treasures, seeing ghosts once slain
master of nothing, seeking that bright, golden mean
opining in black ink pages, seeking soul's reprieve
lonely vagabond, since

Vicissitudes Into Light

"Vicissitudes into Light"



You are another world
away from me
stretching far from 
his insanity

Diving into a new 
Light 
Dimensions that 
are the truest You

From the dark deep 
Ocean of sinking blue
Reach on the wave
in my wake 
I gift to You

You are stronger
than all of his 
bluest blues
broken egg shells
ladders in stockings

hyena in the corner little
Jack now crying

Traumatizing Wrenching Psychological Vicissitudes

Affliction with comprehension,
now plain as day
predisposition to experience
(particularly abstract) cognitive
acquisition assailed at bay

posits me to suspect mental
deficiency within gray
matter of yours truly, whose
academic track record lay
in abyssal ruins, and

as three score orbitz round
the sun, yours truly doth pay
a hefty emotional price oy vey,
the voluminous, onerous,
horrendous, and analogous

moribund Atlas I cannot pray
tell shrug off from me
mental

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