"unhesitant" poems
How can you hold the very makings of disaster?
How do you ease yourself in finding trouble to hold onto?
You are gripping the hands that once
fumbled for a tearing of skin,
bore blood at the fingertips,
greeted the brick wall with excitement and shattering
my numbness along with it.
What comfort do you seek in weaving your fingers
with ones that tugged desperately on hair
and swept away floodgates of water from tired eyes,
proving to me I was weakened once again?
But I look down at the shaking documents of disaster
when your embodiments of happiness reach for them
and cover the wounds in an unhesitant embrace.
And I know those previous questions don't matter;
your infectious comfort of my hands rests in the palm
and spreads.
My hand is now only holding your hand.
Only.
And that's the only thing it should now do.
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 10:38 PM UTC
With different people come different skills,
in the game of life which we all play.
And like a game of chess , each piece,
unique in its own way.
To the smallest pawn to the greatest knight,
each piece reflects who we are inside.
But as one might think a disadvantage is at hand,
that the pawn has not any chance.
With the queen’s strong offense,
and the bishops swift attack,
the pawn’s presence is sadly overlooked.
For many see it as a worthless runt,
only used in the scheme of the king and ignored
until the bitter end.
But in fact the pawn is the most courageous of them all.
The only piece who knows how to charge.
Fearless and brave, it surges forward,
unhesitant and void of fear.
Who won’t retreat when defeat is near.
So who are you? Which one are you?
The decisive knight, the stubborn king,
the blunt rook, the potent queen?
The swift bishop or the valiant pawn?
All of which reflects who we are.
Sep 17, 2012
Sep 17, 2012 at 12:08 PM UTC
Oh, ponder, friend, the porcupine;
Refresh your recollection,
And sit a moment, to define
His means of self-protection.
How truly fortified is he!
Where is the beast his double
In forethought of emergency
And readiness for trouble?
Recall his figure, and his shade--
How deftly planned and clearly
For slithering through the dappled glade
Unseen, or pretty nearly.
Yet should an alien eye discern
His presence in the woodland,
How little has he left to learn
Of self-defense! My good land!
For he can run, as swift as sound,
To where his goose may hang high--
Or ****** his head against the ground
And tunnel half to Shanghai;
Or he can climb the dizziest bough--
Unhesitant, mechanic--
And, resting, dash from off his brow
The bitter beads of panic;
Or should pursuers press him hot,
One scarcely needs to mention
His quick and cruel barbs, that got
Shakespearean attention;
Or driven to his final ditch,
To his extremest thicket,
He'll fight with claws and molars (which
Is not considered cricket).
How amply armored, he, to fend
The fear of chase that haunts him!
How well prepared our little friend!--
And who the devil wants him?
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May I have your hand?
Okay....
I would like to tell you
how you were made
And what these folds mean
Inside your hands
I know it sounds silly
but please listen to me
Haha okay so...
That crease right beneath your fingers
Means invincibility
The ability to ensure serenity
when encountered by enemies
the will to build
the power in your veins
strive during the worst
to prolong a better days
A creative freak
A pursuing perfectionist
Etiquette of measurements
Treasures endeavour unhesitant
And you care for it
Your strength will prevail
Take your time
And you will see
How your mind is unparrelled
Do you see it?
Can you see it smiling at you?
And that crease at the bottom
That cups your thumb
Represents your beauty
And your the rarest that they come
But you haven't realized it yet
And its frowning at you
Your potential to succeed
And the elegance you brew
Your smile is of wonders
Your eyes are a universal sunset
Gorgeously burning
But you haven't realized it yet
Do you see it?
Do you know how beautiful you are now?
And now....
Its your middle crease
That bounds your strength and elegance
With such unravelled symmetry
Now I want you to look at it
......
Stare into its shape
......
Now I will hold mines up
And if they all match
It means we are soulmates
Wow,
They look so much alike
So give me your hand
Let our fingers interlock
And our uniqueness will stand
.......
For the rest of our time
Look into your palm
One will frown and one will smile
And the middle will keep you calm
The middle is me
The reflection of your soul
And it will be there
Till our spirits are up with the nightsky glow
I want you to look at me
And repeat what I said
Because no matter where I am at
I will be in the folds in your hands
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 1:03 PM UTC
Proud we stand, loftily in our ivory towers
Proud we stand, bawling our boasts and feats
Proud we stand, on the cold concrete we built
In shame, I hung my head, fathoming our “powers”
In grief, my quill broke his heart descrying our plight.
Humanity bleeds as his ink flows in protean woe
Love has lost its world, We estranged her away
And the world lost its Love, We chased disarray
All the colours in this world have run eerily cold
Our eyes fixated on a global monochrome gold
To bundles of printed paper, our soul… we sold.
Humanity bleeds as his ink flows in protean woe
Our vermilion blood has thinned, thinner than wine
Onto our gashes, we had to dowse the thickest brine
Blinded by rage, we parried the balsam to our souls
Yet in an unhesitant grace, traces remain in our bowls
Yet... Our calamitous claws yearn to rinse it off us
Humanity bleeds as his ink flows in protean woe
For an endless pursuit, in an unquenchable thirst,
We ****** our heels onto them who cleansed them
The hands which held us taut. we mangled them.
All for an empty crusade seeking the same black
We went rabid, scouring for an immortal fountain
The answer was a drop of Love, now unobtainium.
Yet I anticipate in the warmth of a spring someday
A few dewdrops and a little fountain emerging…
Fountain so bountiful in Love, her arrival in glory.
That day, my quill shall be healed and his ink resting
Sep 19, 2021
Sep 19, 2021 at 2:50 AM UTC
"i am an adult"
are the words that escape her tongue
sixteen, barely seven
she thinks she is an adult
still reaching the top shelf with her tippy toes
laughter loud
unhesitant
large
she thinks she is an adult
speaking about politics
social justice
her life
she thinks she is an adult
one day soon
the weight on her shoulders will heavy
feeling the responsibilities
eyes dim
soul tainted
she will realise she does not want to be an adult
Jul 21, 2019
Jul 21, 2019 at 11:32 AM UTC
I’d never thought of seeing you again
My mind too crammed to believe
In such distasteful possibilities.
Yet there you stood
In all your pathetic glory –
Imitating the successful knight
Of children’s stories.
They crowded around you
Smiles, laughter and love.
I stared on in disbelief and disgust.
My foolish innocence never void
I thought a sight of me
May change your mind –
Or display a shred of humanity.
The unhesitant look you gave me
Will forever haunt my twisted soul.
I know what you did.
How could you continue to live like this?
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 9:40 AM UTC
At least twice it happened.
The first time I was five and the other I was nine.
Both instances I had no idea what was happening.
It was only when the risk became known to my younger sister that I decided to speak up and confess my disturbed past.
My Parents shredded their tears and rejoiced at their failing as guardians.
Could their rivers that run from their eyes help me now? They certainly couldn't help me back then when I was trapped in his bed. Cemented between his aroused body that was firmly pressing down on me or the unfamiliar scent radiating from the uncomfortable mattress that lay beneath me. I was five.
Could their pleas of forgiveness help me now? They certainly couldn't when I was sitting on his knee as his unhesitant hand crept higher up my leg, reaching to the buttons on my jeans and unwillingly entered beyond the waistline. I was nine.
Can therapy help the fact that I hate men? How I despise the idea of love and coward away in a corner when I think of becoming close to someone. How about I can’t even be in a room alone with a male without welcoming on a panic attack.
I am scarred for life and no amount of pills or talk sessions are going to change that.
Don’t try.
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 4:44 AM UTC
the way it could make anyone listen
to the thunders,
to the howling winds,
to the weather forecasts,
to anything that could make the shock of the storm seem bearable.
like preparing for something
actually makes you ready for it.
the way the water droplets plummet
so quickly,
so carelessly,
so unhesitant
so vulnerable to gravity.
like falling apart or falling down can be a choice
without anyone looking down at you.
Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 9:55 AM UTC
once upon a time
i lost my light
and had been threading in the dark
when I stumbled upon light
and walked unhesitant towards it
because it was all i needed
that light was yours,
i saw them not with my eyes
but I felt them with my heart
they helped me light up again
yesternight, i came closer
to your humanity,
you allowed me into the secret of winds
disturbing the calm of your sea,
i came upon the full details
of your darkness and imperfections
and i loved you all the more
because in every darkness
that inhabits you,
my light has found a purpose.
Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 6:03 AM UTC
2 dead. 7 injured
people
names
words.
A man on the train, a husband
sat at the kitchen table
reading
Will it stop?
These words leave no answer
only a faded image
an unhesitant headline
a dark message
A man stops
his hair dripping with sweat
or blood
no streetlights
just the glint
of a barrel
pointed, poised
a moment
a thought
I do wonder if they had read the morning news
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 5:07 PM UTC
In the day those without faith think least,
That’s the day he will put in motion the prophesied wild beast.
Peace and security will come but not at their actual hands,
It’s the kings from the rising of the sun that bring about those final commands...
When the general thinking is the sky today looks clearly blue...
This is when he will make crystal clear what he intends to do...
Crashing down, the infamous harlot will completely burn,
Yes, this is what his righteous family does wholeheartedly yearn!
From mid-heaven down to the earth no place will be found...
Nowhere to hide from his judgement voice that the WORD will ultimately sound...
At the end of this day all wickedness will cease to a halt,
So (now) is the time best to practice being found without any fault...
No time will there be to rewind those fixable mistakes we continued to put off,
The hour is now to accept responsibility in one unhesitant quaff...
Thereafter, LIFE for those found clean and bright...
He guarantees them no enemy will be a match for his holy spirits might!
It is written that no one but he knows the actual day and hour,
Except perhaps his son to whom he has given all authority and power...
When exactly will it come, this we do not know?
But to those hearing with their heart, he now lifesaving truth does bestow...
J.I.F.
Revelation 16:12
The sixth one poured out his bowl on the great river Eu·phraʹtes, and its water was dried up to prepare the way for the kings from the rising of the sun.
Matthew 24:21
for then there will be great tribulation such as has not occurred since the world’s beginning until now, no, nor will occur again.
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 7:30 AM UTC