Best Compulsion Poems

And her voice is the tingle of upbeat blues, 
the winsome rap amid my heavy footsteps, past 2 am...
She holds my hand as I’d never wake up 
after twilight, drinking to the end of a broken bottle, 

How those arms cuddle me like my hair...

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ah, yes, Monet 
delicate brush
subtle pastels
repetition
trying to get it right
trees, lily pads, meadows, flowers,
redoing and redoing,
the same scene many times over
trying to perfect his craft
he did not realize that he already had...

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The Fakir is under no compulsion
To teach you
To relieve you from pain
To grant pleasure abundant
You may walk to him 
You may not
Fakir will walk with you 
Fakir’s journey is no seasonal
At times when you feel
You walked too far
You are lone traveler
You are junked
Even at home,...

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Soundly, sweetly,
You slumber within beauty,
Heartache, consumes you,
Yet if you only knew me,
Love would reign again,
Passions would arise,
As I offer you enchantment,
Love eternal, before your eyes,

Slowly, gently,
Let my heart caress you,
Believe it, trust it,
As love starts to possess you,
Hold me, need me,
As I return emotion,
Whisper, Softly,
The...

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I breathe you like air 
every moment you stay with me
In my imagination
you drive me relish and cherish
this beautiful world around
I see this world differently
gauge people's intentions
and motives within feelings
Poetry you're my compulsion....

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But without your consent I wanted to do nothing, that your good deed 
might not be by compulsion, as it were, but voluntary. (Philemon 1:14 
NKJV)



The redemption of God is beyond forgiveness 
And insurance against eternal separation
From the God who shares His life with the known.

Redemption...

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Charlotte tried a new kind of game
her results always stayed the same
	called tic-tac-toe
	it was never a go
poor Charlotte was driven insane...

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If there were no one else but me,
~~I would still be writing my poetry.

Written August 23, 2022...

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Wag, gaw, art, rat, tar, tea, eat, ate
An avid scrabble player, I can see two or three words
Simultaneously now. 
I see mthabta and think bathmat.

I have received best game of the week
For three years worth of weeks. 
I do not say this as a brag.
My...

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a black rose offers pink play on golden hayfield - a plum compulsion


January 3, 2018
Monoku 4: Colours - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One...

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Drifting 
on a stream,
drawn by the tide-
secure within my hell..
I hide


Note.An earlier poem of mine re-written, on inspiration, for Michael's contest...

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I feel compelled to write again
about this girl, ad nausium,
as though she will appear
because I do.

She said “You’ve got to let her go,
because her pain will only grow;
you’ll reap what you have sown! 
It’s only selfish,” 

But I know that behind those words, 
She thought,...

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Why do I write
I cannot not write, that is why
It is a compulsion
I wake up with a poem or a song spitting out of my mouth.
I jump out of my bed and hit the computer before the john
People in my family know when the keys...

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Steps ***

Remember standing barefoot
In a stream or lake or ocean as the current of water
 ran cool and fast over the ankles?
That liquid, which made our planet
a home for life, beckoning us and so delightfully.

Think of walking in night, without
lights, becoming self-contained,
losing external references, seeking...

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no din less more pronounced upon your ear
scallions separated blend to meet the stew
when hearty hearts drink out the broth of fear
and bury those with heavy hearts they knew

long mornings sun bestowed upon
when laddies grew beneath
and lads to lasses onward come
to part the laurel wreath

Tis...

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