Best Impel Poems
The clay goes round and round, on the Potters wheel
With gentle touches, and pressures he creates what he feels
One is a bowl for eating soup, another a cup for drinking tea
Each one is crafted uniquely special, showing his individuality.
Handled with care by the Potter, while still in a fragile state
The Potter continues to mold, until it reaches a hardened shape.
And then the formed handiwork, is set aside alone to dehumidify
Slowly one by one he is joined in like company, no need to cry.
And then to the kiln to be purified, tested in superheated fire
When they're out they are all polished, to a beauty that inspires
When the Potter's done with the clay, it becomes a useful vessel
We are like clay in God's hands, with our imperfections we wrestle.
Our weaknesses, our wrong desires, at times may overwhelm us
Our lack of faith, and hardened hearts, could scheme and impel us
To be used for ugly purposes, which were not intentionally made
We ruin our fragile selves, putting the haughty ego on display.
We know the Potter does not change his immutable eternal purpose
It is us, who must submit, to doing God's will, because it's worth it.
Let him mold you for an honourable purpose!
John Derek Hamilton November 11, 2015
In a mass grave so long ago,
They spoke to me before they died,
I saw their souls, the outward flow,
All hope buried beneath that tide.
The many starving, sent afar,
With wearied feet and hunger's burn,
Impel them on - my repertoire,
The children that fail to return.
I rose up tall against the shore,
Wood and iron to hold them fast,
Freedom vanished for evermore,
Slavery's journey to the last.
I set you fighting, tribe on tribe,
The dogs of war so fierce to roam,
Ensure no safety to describe,
What has worth if you can't go home?
Diana, Nature’s Guardian
Defending purity, virtues, by preordained, destine.
With faithful diligence I oversee all life that’s birthed.
Celebrating nature as its radiant guardian
Fulfilling life’s desire with independent strength girthed.
I am Diana, Goddess of hunting wild animals.
Protector of the natural world both domestic and wild,
Camels, beetles, jackals, deer, hogs, flowers, myrtles, squirrels -
All in my magical care live wonderful lives beguiled.
Fertility and childbirth, my responsibility,
Accomplished spontaneity living, functioning well.
Reflecting light among the beasts with great nobility.
An accomplished war-like goddess guarding while lives impel.
Hunting dogs track down their prey; fearful deer run. I am there.
Staying in the midst of them observing, balancing, and keeping.
Preying is part of life’s design sustained with greatest care.
Plants and animals live mortal lives wisdom possessing.
Plundering men cause great concerns that must be soon resolved.
Wreaking havoc here on earth, plowing jasmine, balm, mugwort,
Destroying creatures, felling trees, habitats requiem.
Man must change his wasteful ways to prevent my last resort.
Mother to the animals I recycle elements.
Wildlife conservation thrives, careful awareness acting.
Take heed ravenous plundering men, lest my anger vents
And another species takes your place, last choice exacting.
You can find me in my sacred place among quiet oaks.
Cherishing my own chastity, purity makes me swoon.
Walking in my natural world hearing each frog that croaks.
Living flawless beneath God’s sun, reflections from the moon.
© August 1, 2010
Choose wisely your what guards your heart; for we are products of our environment.
Written: October 21, 2023, For Miranda Hawley Contest
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We must mightily mold matches in this life.
Actions must be taken to forestall strife.
We stop at every junction to demarcate.
What we decide will determine our fate.
Our upbringing has a significant impact on us.
Those who belong to us shape our solid fuss.
Be wary of who you let into your inner circle.
Because their vitality could be a hurdle.
You should stay away from the negative.
Things that are poisonous and deceptive
Smacking serves the strength to spread.
And impel your emotions to grow in dread.
Avoid those who induce stress at a distance.
Who twists a grin into a gesture of riddance?
Wrap yourself in a quilt of affection and rely
And witness your spirit soar across the sky.
Breaking ground, well trodden path,
boiling cauldron of troubles past.
Injecting theories, humanities veins,
cryptic messages to dispatch.
Puzzling pieces, testing fit,
exploit emotions, effects are best.
Impel the masses, blind ignorance,
dismiss dissenters from public view,
construct the stories, elected few.
Orchestrate, a mind control,
obedient throngs, the unstated goal.
life is a thin ladder its actors climb.
No matter how they climb,
Some will watch other's tails as they follow steps.
You might see another going farther with speed,
But that shouldn't impel the eyes to wake greed.
Instead, watch attentively the finesse of his legs .
Learn and direct your steps.
For when greed wakes, it connives with the mind.
The end result is always 'pull him ' .
The hands implement Greed's dream .
As the hands pull, the legs come to a stand still.
That one whose legs you pull has his hands holding the ladder while you attack.
If you apply force, then you have to pave way for him to move back.
Consequently, you both will retrogress.
Thus switching your mind from success.
So Irrespective of how you pull, he will never be behind you.
Why not wish he moves for you to follow?
When he gets to the peak, just a stretch of his hand will also make you a hero.
Remember whiles some are behind you, others are also at the bottom waiting to climb the ladder.
Time and patience really matter.
So climb higher but don't pull.
For pulling makes you a weak actor not a bull.
Life is a ladder
There seem so many adventures in far exotic places,
When romancers enjoy serenity and moments so sweet.
Their hearts swoon with greenery’s fragrant traces
And romantic expressions their lips begin to repeat,
As the eternal delights and joys impel their hearts to beat.
Their erotic pleasures devise their own fanciful idyllic scene,
As their movements together seem less and less discreet.
So let’s say heartily may the band begin the beguine.
Here I sit in wonder as my mind is going through paces,
With nothing more than the past with which to compete.
About the hearth of yore and the embers it yet embraces;
I ask the God of love if it may again emit such heat,
Sufficient to give light to every fixture of this retreat.
It might awaken age fermented desires so serene
To reign like the stars high above in sublime conceit.
So let’s say heartily may the band begin the beguine.
May two lovers once again gaze into each other’s faces;
May answers to each other’s eternal questions be complete.
And might their future be inherently bright by God’s graces;
As they are amused by songs and melodies so sublimely sweet
And tripping the light fantastic confines vanish below their feet.
With long remembered yearnings they dine with regal mien,
As they seek all their memories dreams and visions to replete.
So let’s say heartily may the band begin the beguine.
A toast to all romantics who are so inspired by sentiments like this,
Who prepare for the most gorgeous event possibly foreseen,
Who await the return of a romantic age of experiences of bliss.
So let’s say heartily may the band begin the beguine.
A skein of Canadian Geese
fly above snow laden treetops;
Wave after wave crossing the sun
impelled by internal instincts.
Their discordant cacophonies
impel eyes on the ground upward:
young children pause their snowball fights;
Adults halt shoveling their sidewalks;
Motorists at intersections
crane their heads through open windows
straining to see their journey south.
Inharmonious honks fade away
Leaving anserine memories
and winter’s crystalline silence.
Perpetually I am thrown in the pulse of mourning against the wall
With sincerity I ask lord if you indeed subsist, apprehend my soul through it all
From the immoral ways accumulated in yesteryears
I am accustomed to transcending from suppressed fears
Repercussions in distance range persevering to be
Father exculpate this afflicted soul for trespassing those who have trespassed and scorned even me
For vile exploitation administered in reticence
For counteracting the blessings restored in the pathway of supreme acceptance
For aliments of self extorted mental strains, I request at your mercy I plea...I declare
In tolerance of relapsing the course of tempting habits; I approach your throne with a sinner's prayer
The convulsions and embittered tendencies tarnishing my soul, lord extricate my eternal spirit
I surrender to your impositions, the truth as it is; not as I would acquire it
Deliver me from perceptual incarceration, obscuring in apprehension my eyes
Impel my perception, my countenance from being camouflaged in disguise
I am inquiring redemption in urgency to be emancipated, to be set free
I have nowhere else in contingency to turn, metamorphose my persona to see
My promise to conform to your will documenting your word, I humbly articulate my plea
I beg of you to consider hearing a sinner's prayer!
As dawn it roosts, to the early lids of my opened eyes,
Never ever has been a happy feeling pleasant comprise.
Quinquennium back I can clearly remember,
The morning’s plea scalds my thoughts like burning ember.
My blanket festooned body, on the bed it stirs & moves,
The immensity of my drumming head, ever hopes it improves.
Rise as I to the early morn’s sunshine,
Try to smile and reminiscent, it’s surely futile to whine.
And so I sooth my dreary mind,
Impel the mind to elude dismal thoughts & unwind.
Alas! I’m timorous, those dull & dismal thoughts befall,
My mind ,now I know I need to overhaul.
To edify my mind I have to seek,
Muse must I, think ponder reflect every day of the week.
Tall happy positive thoughts I must now contemplate,
For these are those that will bring me peace and joy once they ruminate.
When I close my eyes to tardy nites,
Am gonna be happy at morn the thought itself excites.
A long dark shadow of doubt it always looms,
It’s foggy dawn and my dull thoughts they resume.
From dawn to dusk I carry on a low,
Pessimistic spirits, they make me slow.
Explicit thoughts are sought desired,
A sound body and mind are always admired.
Forlorn, behold it in my mind’s eyes,
Set tone the work ambience my passions cries,
Throttled are my dreams, dismayed are my desire,
And Brutus knife it’s uncouth edge stabs the back in holy attire.
In a Quinquennium span, and time it ran,
But my spirit at first light is like a weary man,
Now I cognize to him his destiny a bloom,
And to me my destiny untwined from his , so not to doom.
Must alter my retort to suit me fine,
And joyous days will transcend me to cloud nine.
Aghast I am for I have lost,
The crusade within me and am weary exhaust.
Forlorn I am to the day’s time,
Often mull are they my thoughts, that are all slime.
Forlorn I am to the nite’s time,
I know it’s time to clean up my heart’s grime.
Forlorn it will be till I inversely think,
From insanity, I’m now on its brink.
Forlorn ,I want to say good bye,
For many eons before I die.
Just within reach
Pride that only a procreator can take,
life will cease to exist if else for sake,
Elated I was, to learn of the Cyesis,
recalled then the societal crisis,
A new life was just within me and my reach,
tender emotions were ready to preach,
Soul that hard struggled for reincarnation,
right denied, now rests in salvation,
Few angelic moments and then doors to hell,
close to desire, my real image I couldn't impel !
Written April 16th, 2015
For contest "Just within reach" by John Lawless
Inspired by .....
Agony of an elderly mother who wanted but could not carry her child till birth due to feared embarrassment in society
Awarded HM
Since the beginning it has been here.........
When we get up,weather its at the crack of dawn or before the roster crows its ahead of us.
We look to see it but it somehow evades our view.
Mere predictions are captured momentarally on precision pieces,which too are subject to the
bekoning of its un-obtainable master.
Photographs gives us the imagery of good-times,happy
occassions,celebrations,parties,annaveraries.....the first steps,the first dance,the first
date,the first ride or a loved one long gone but not forgotten. But canyou see him there
lurking in the shadows,waving behind a sibilings head or pearched on Grand-dad's aged laps
as he rocks back and forth ever so gently in his soft arm-chair.
Can you see him when the streaks of grey come out from hiding, or the arms shake;when
the knees buckle and sway form walking with added load.
Is he there when chil-hood games ceases;texbooks replaces scantly cladded dolls,tea
cups,ballerina shoes,ribbons,tricycles,action figures,big red fire trucks,,videogames and back-
yard swings. When facial geastures are no longer cute or precious but rather premeditated
to impel demands.
No!.....,you cannot see him but he is there watching,waitngfor the precise moment to strike
like a poisonous adder coiled up in a deep,dark hole.
Can you charm him,........no! presuede or bribe him,..........no! Can you reason wih him like
mortals,chronologically listing to him all the things you have accomplished in this life in order
to win his frienship........no!
All we can do is hope that he forgives and approves of our previous actions.
"Curly Sue" is pretty simple,
Romcom of nineteen ninty one.
Strangely recognized an impel
To rhyme her out to make her mine.
For those born in twenty something
Curly Sue does not ring a bell.
Said "You're curly Sue, sweet dumpling!"
To my niece. "Who's that?", she compeled.
As a child, when I was little.
Curly modelled as "super cute".
Decades past, she's just a tittle
In films ocean, that is brute.
Wonder why I still remember
Curly Sue? It's just silly, no?
For some reason have this ember
For Sue and want my niece to know.
My soul is on fire
My mind is alive
With the touch from desire
Pure mankind inside of me
My pulses burn inside to out
No poet could write this
A teacher of mine in a lesson of two
Nakedness through and through
A devilish seduction Is driven
A passion that is grasped
I impel with your intimacy
A raging of your thoughts
The way your heart opens to mine
You unlock a urgency within
A timeless moment that we suceed in
A freedom to explore our inner fantasys and more
The way you say you love me
I cherish with all love that is entrusted
As our souls burn which radiate the flame we hold
DIAMONDS ON THE GRASS
This morning there were diamonds on the grass
Spreading ‘cross the field their scintillation
Look away and in an instant they would pass
These jewels were priceless yet without duration
Unlike those other gems so-called 'for ever'
Forged deep inside the earth's igneous core
This morning's transient treasures: source more measured
Both follow sequence: create - survive - nevermore
Those carbon crystals outlive human span
Yet in the greater scheme won't be eternal
Look away; some day they'll pass no matter the plan
In the wheel of creation, cosmic or diurnal
But fear-not the darker side of goddess Kali
As she monitors both aspects of life's cycle
Towering mountains come and go even great Dinali
To re-create in patterns archetypal
So may we be copartners in creation
Impel time forward through our shared endeavour
Might we spirits in higher elevation
In truth be deemed eternal and forever
Could we, accepting power that we wield
Confess our part, then it may come to pass
When dawn breaks and the sun lights up the field
We shall again see diamonds on the grass