Arouses Poems | Examples

The Look-out

    Dare a blade of glass stir
       ‘neath his eagle eye
     or a leaf from a tree silent
        take to the sky

     A rustle of undergrowth 
        arouses his concern
     from signs such as this one
        the look-out will learn

     what the enemy’s planning
        from where it is coming
     another night at his post
        ~ displaying his cunning

Zenith Of Godliness

The embodiment of unique sensual existence,
life is the construct of esoteric sublime elements, 
suffused supremely with the aspects of devout spirit
within the transcendent trinity of heart, mind and soul.

Beneath the sensitive surface of mortal perception, 
my heart resonates the silent cadence of inner intent,
modulated by the inspiring melody of awareness, 
that harmonizes with the concerto of awakening.

Under the multi-layered lattice of the architect mind,
the soul at the immeasurable meditative depth, 
where consciousness is the light of eternal truth,
enduringly reflects the preeminence of heavenly glow.

Beneath the serene facade of rippling feelings,
the benign mind transitorily builds sensory images 
on the fleeting screen of spiritual mindfulness,
transmitted inward to set the soul on divine flight.

Released from the psychic clasp of karmic destiny,
my essence transcends the limits of time and space. 
The intent to embrace the realm of perpetual peace
arouses my soul to ascent to the zenith of godliness.

It’s always been yours

  I sometimes wonder if the path I was meant to take was predetermined,
  was the word destiny birthed to be my hopeless shackles.
  The person I am is a result of what’s around me,
  but you would never really know what truly arouses me. 


  I take a step back and I genuinely start to wonder if this is who 
  I was always meant to be.
  I find myself going back to a time when my fate wasn’t set in stone,
  the outcome could not be avoided,
  it reminded me of a dog humbly trying to resist a bone.


  Foresight has never been my mate,
  one setback always makes me hesitate.
  We all seem to want to go towards the laid out destination,
  which is laughable, because our innate trait has always been 
  self preservation.


  I reminisce back to when I thought nothing was impossible,
  back to a time when I could freely be a pacifist,
  but I have to fight,
  because fate is the only true philosophy.
  No matter how unfair fate may seem, it isn’t in any way mythological,
  otherwise that would simply be hypocrisy.

Prayer is Talking to God

I am unsure about some things that I see churches do. 
It arouses questions in me, so I come to you. 
Why do they say come down and we will pray. 
Is it because they feel don’t know what to say? 
The Holy Spirit does the groanings we can’t understand. 
You want words from my heart and not some other man. 
Then there’s pay for blessings something they ask us to do. 
Some are so poor that they cannot afford too. 
Not once did Jesus ask people for a single dime.  
To help sick and dying, or paying for His time. 
When my young children, told me what the other said. 
My reply was let them come themselves and ask me instead. 
I wanted to teach my children not to be afraid of me. 
If someone is praying for another Lord, Is that what you see? 
When we always pray for others, a habit can develop that’s wrong. 
They will rely on the efforts of other, and their faith will never grow strong. 
To me it’s like learning anything, It’s up to each individual to do. 
Through our practice, effort, repetition, we will come to know you.

Lost Chicago

How incandescent she, glance for what he's trembling for.
The dillusional inside sparks brightest like never,
seedlings of hopes arouses fancy over.

Hours left by gossiping, some mornings included.
Retrouvaille he lost within.
Utter-oblivion yappings relentlessly they carried, seem never off to demise.
No cappings could ever replace his, nor her rebukes could.

How numbskull he! Moron dreamed of love and she friendship.
Wella! A little effort supposed to,
Heavy burden, yet devoid of courage.
 
Fiance she got, bride of a brat.
Faded he turned.
Late enough for a change.

Roads diverged.
She left on own path, he forced to own.
Yet, she found someone and he's trembling to get over.

An unrequited love all is it?
His chicago never unveiled.

Closing moments of the elcair

A bygone thought
It comes back to
Inspire
It arouses my need
to create and to be
creative
Squatting to do the
Chores of shorter
People
Stretching to do the
work of taller folk
thinking to labor
with scholars
Under thought just to
Understand
resistance training
to bulk up
Feeding the muscle
For endurance
a thought contested
My logic
In the creation of flavor
Might I fine satisfied

Likeded or likened too?exercise

Closing moments of the elcair

A bygone thought
It comes back to
Inspire
It arouses my need
to create and to be
creative
Squatting to do the
Chores of shorter
People
Stretching to do the
work of taller folk
thinking to labor
with scholars
Under thought just to
Understand
resistance training
to bulk up
Feeding the muscle
For endurance
a thought contested
My logic
In the creation of flavor
Might I fine satisfied

Likeded or likened too?exercise

Closing moments of the elcair

A bygone thought
It comes back to
Inspire
It arouses my need
to create and to be
creative
Squatting to do the
Chores of shorter
People
Stretching to do the
work of taller folk
thinking to labor
with scholars
Under thought just to
Understand
resistance training
to bulk up
Feeding the muscle
For endurance
a thought contested
My logic
In the creation of flavor
Might I fine satisfied

Likeded or likened too?exercise

Closing moments of the elcair

A bygone thought
It comes back to
Inspire
It arouses my need
to create and to be
creative
Squatting to do the
Chores of shorter
People
Stretching to do the
work of taller folk
thinking to labor
with scholars
Under thought just to
Understand
resistance training
to bulk up
Feeding the muscle
For endurance
a thought contested
My logic
In the creation of flavor
Might I fine satisfied

Likeded or likened too?exercise

Perusing the Tea

Perusing the tea, what it brings, vitality, refreshing, or tranquility.

tea’s altruistic -
the elixir gives itself
to succor ailments

I warm leaves up when my hands and feet are icy cold. The boil arouses my expectations. The raucous kettle poured over a roomy sachet.

the tea bag’s floating -
my bobbers are on its craft
as the scent surges

My hands rejoice as they gently wrap around the cup and rebound. When the minuet knells, the unfurled dose is tossed and what remains is to be enjoyed in a calm and comfortable setting, ideally with pretty things and perhaps a nibble of treats.

lift from lace doily -
a sip of essential oils
and crumpet or two

What’s better than to sit across from special friends. The setting of a magnolia tea house or with one’s teddy bears.

little ones practice -
imagination infused
with love’s sugar cubes

Perusing the tea, what it brings, essence to our lives.

Desire

She comes to me before dawn,
in that time between sleep and wake.
She has no name or face,
but the body of a goddess.
Breasts of perfect size and shape,
gently rounded hips and silky soft skin.
Her presence instantly arouses me.
Thoughts of slow caress, long kisses,
slow pulsing and deep breathing.
Ultimately it’s an empty promise,
and holds nothing that is real.
Chased away like the dark as the sun rises.
Nothing of substance can become of this, 
wanting without meaning.
Perhaps someday she will have a face,
a name, and stay with me to greet the sun.

Zen Mode

in articulating the offered sensation
which has no fulcrum, being a flow
continuum renewal our play station
it’s futile to crystallise sunset’s glow

awareness self-aware, one with life
an ever present bubbling effervescence 
arouses within form magnetism tingling
seductive bliss dance our quintessence

The Ransome Note

What is blackmail catering to one's 
own soul capturing fear in a mason jar 
watching the panting the empty air 
dissolving the beautiful wings extorting 
the brilliant hue manifested overtime
 
clinging to the boundaries of lusting 
to simply breathe shattering hope
craving the harsh warning signs 
the taking of every saved memory
stored so cleverly an yet balance 

restores itself all else left dangling 
surrounded by torn heart strings 
pounding fret as per diem enters the 
solid structure of surety awaiting the call 
of sheer tangible wrath the wild eyes
 
the vacant stare pockets are being ripped 
at the seams leaving only soiled lent 
as a trading post to be equally shared 
in a group setting adjusting the mere 
solace for peace an eager tantrum arouses 

malice and mangled sanity opening 
the door to find your intruder coughing 
up threats that he himself was forced 
to swallow upon leaving ransomware notes 
unapologetically relieved yet morbidly removed

Mountain Mist

A cloudy blanket sheaths the peaks, 
Wrapped in blue, they look enthralling, 
Emerald trees behold the sight! 

Milky river of mist like creeks
flows overhead this scene sprawling, 
What a magical view and bright! 

Here is found peace that this heart seeks, 
When the morning sun is crawling
high to spread its radiant light! 

In wispy whispers, their glow speaks, 
Green, white and azure's soft drawling
arouses sheer joy and delight! 

A myriad thoughts stirred within, 
God alone can such landscapes spin! 



1st June 2023

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Trust Me

Never pull a dog by its ears
  Doing so arouses fears
    that it may bite you very hard ...

  Nah! Trust me
    ~ 'Tis just a canine canard

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