Best Implication Poems
Jungle Drums
Well known was Molly by gossips
Words fell so easy from her lips
They always found ready ears
Revered was she amongst her peers
A casual meeting Molly made
Good conversation she displayed
Invited then to mothers meeting
Where received a rapturous greeting
For all the ladies gathered there
Knew Molly had a tale to share
About the folk at forty eight
Procured across a garden gate
Passed along tongue to tongue
It must be right, it can’t be wrong
Second hand, thrice removed
Each time the details are improved
Behind her curtains, Mrs Rose
Who sees all that comes and goes
From her shadowy oasis
Offers Molly on the basis
What she tells her will be treated
With respect and not repeated
Knowing only far to well
Molly cannot wait to tell
Everyone she knows
All she’s gleaned from Mrs Rose
And Peg the paper shop assistant
Said “It’s true”, she was insistent
She had heard the news confirmed
By Mrs Smith, who had learned
About the tale and of course
From a most reliable source
It’s not hard to understand
How she holds them in her hand
Like ducklings on a pond to feed
Molly delivers to their greed
Her listeners are now captivated
By her words uncomplicated
Said with such simplicity
Masked by dark duplicity
Who would believe, ill intent
From a face, so innocent
Having spilled out all her news
Others offered up their views
Ever wilder each new claim
Fending, proving, placing blame
Then Ginger Adams put her spoke in
“ I had heard, “She’s done her bloke in”
With a glare from Molly’s eye
Ginger just wanted to die
For she had not learnt quite yet
Where the sights they should be set
Which appears to be somewhere
Between uncaring and unfair
With no way to recognize
Which be truth and which be lies.
Please forgive the implication that this behaviour is
exclusive to the fairer sex, it is simply for the purposes
of this write. I have known men that easily equal any
woman in this sphere of life, and be just as catty, hahahha
Being Nowhere
A bizarre place to be, especially when
you didn’t know you would be there.
The metaphysical implication of your
situation does seem incredible to others.
If this is the case, nowhere is that space,
that your mortal being and soul must fill.
Space and time in the human endeavor are
rife with inexplicable exceptions for sure.
Finding yourself in this eerie realm of nowhere,
by simple logic, bodes that you’re somewhere.
If you did something naughty in another life,
then perhaps nowhere is your karmic strife.
If this isn’t the case, then by cosmic fate, you’ve
unknowingly found yourself in another dimension.
Methinks that praying to God should be of help;
He knows that nowhere is somewhere out there!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
August 8, 2018 (Couplet)
CAR COURT
Enter, the older heavyweight steel giant,
The bailiff, a 1954 Hudson, reads unhesitant :
On the docket for this morning : guilty by implication - a Trabant,
In close custody with a Cutlass Supreme for supervision.
Next on the docket: a Pinto for likely gas-tank explosion.
Third on the docket: an English-made car (any marque) - body corrosion.
Lawyer for the prosecution, a pretentious character, a gas guzzler SUV
4x4 off-road with winch - for Saturday use on driveway only -
Hangs out with Vettes; and uses NO2 in fuel. Who?Drugs? Not me!
Downbeat guy as the defence counsel , a solid no nonsense Hummer,
A real enviro-bummer,
Klutzy ugly and personality like a mack truck in summer.
Trabant coughed its way to the stand.
Clerk of court Volkswagen, order in hand,
Read the indictment quietly, efficiently, bland.
Prosecution began with noisy opening musical-horn tunelets
The jury, all serious-minded stolid Volvos and Toyota Starlets
Were not impressed. Hummer clumsily interrupted with an objection, “Let’s
Stop, on the grounds of precedent,” but at this point Pinto reversed,
Crushed its trunk and its gas-tank exploded, and worst ,
Hit the the English car : and into flames they both burst.
Cutlass argued with the SUV, which was winched away pending sentence.
Case against the English car dismissed from lack of evidence.
Trabant was deported back to Germany: no import licence
Overseeing all these proceedings : the ever-reliable, I-won’t-budge,
The I-have-a-spotless-reputation, I-hold-no-grudge,
The mechanical virgin, the silent Rolls Royce as judge.
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I got the most wanted invitation
It’s organized by a bad collaboration
Would be fun by every indication
Now to think of that fabrication
That would get me there with no implication
To that plan, I will give my whole dedication
B:
Halt! What was that insinuation?
Dad even made a buttressing contribution
I will still not give up in this new occupation
It will have to pass through sound evaluation
At all costs I need to get to that destination
By every power possibly even divination
C:
Oh! The sorrow is like constipation
Against all my careful stipulation
I only needed to heed their conversation
Now I can only sit here in retribution
Awaiting news of others inhibition
My own attendance has already reached its conclusion
TRIBUTES
overt
the
implication
& correlate
with
the
traditional
receptive
to
a
witnessed
desire
themes
at least
in part
a reaction
to be
explored
the intent
has
an intrigue premise
persuasively
constructed
&
organised
yet hazy
concept
of inspiration
sans rigour
questioning
or doubt
created
through
a complex
& informed
relationship
of
obedience
in
manifested
attitudes
a refusal
to adhere
to
unfashionable
& ascribed
anathema
topically
perceived
more
receptive
to
witnessed
desire
themes
at least
in part
a reaction
to be
explored
the intent
has
an intrigue premise
persuasively
constructed
&
organised
yet hazy
concept
of inspiration
sans rigour
questioning
or doubt
created
through
a complex
& informed
relationship
of
obedience
in
manifested
attitudes
a refusal
to adhere
to
unfashionable
& ascribed
anathema
topically
perceived
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
ALCOHOL ABUSE
I’ve been there done that
The words flow so easily
Lips barely moving
But the eyes start to dance
Try to recall beginnings
I’ve been there done that
Words of both release and grasp
A quiet searching
With noisy implication
As to both past and future
What reminds me always of my own identity
being born in the Philippines, a poor nation;
faith and history that nurture my thinking,
their colossal meaning shows how I am doing.
Perhaps an upbringing in my own family culture
can add a vital implication in my behavior
yes, it’s pretty evident as I keep going
with my own certainty in language articulation.
Our constant struggles, miseries and beliefs
provide a perspective that comes with faith;
it’s a way to get plunged into the mainstream
that life in the Philippines has shaped my whole being.
Major hurdles as reflected in various situations,
the core truth of being subject to wrestle with life,
along with the fullness of time and the so-called ‘leb’
a challenge, indeed; the incarnation of my interior sense.
It is an awareness that poverty in most parts of the country
makes me realize that something has to be done so far,
it’s a person’s longing to achieve that goal of going elsewhere
like in the States, UK, Australia, Hong Kong or Malaysia.
That quest for greener pastures and other human aspirations
employment takes the centerpiece as a redeeming treasure;
like a “chiaroscuro” in the haven of human acquisition
where hope begets hope and where faith begets faith.
Well, seeing the reality of my own people’s struggles
I cannot help but be responsive to what they long for;;
a call from within drawn across the cry of the poor,
my own people, my sibling souls in the right direction.
I’ve developed that attitude of love and compassion
especially to those who’re eclipsed by epic proportion
in their search for peace, justice and Christian thought
with their roots plunged into the depth where we are.
Your eyes is an invitation.
To a beautiful attraction,
To a mysterious connection,
And to the feeling of passion
At first, it's not an intention
That eyes had their intersection;
But due to it's repetition
It all revealed our intention
Eye contact is our expression!
That shows our deepest emotion,
With the words we cannot mention
Do you feel the same affection?
Every time our eyes had friction,
It stops every certain action,
Including the worlds rotation,
And even the time and motion
Its my perfect intuition
Its not an imagination
Even without interaction
I know we have a connection
Wordless signs are confirmation
That we both felt an affection
We are in the same direction
A beautiful correlation
Shyness is an implication
Of the love we want to mention
Through oral communication
We will get all the solution
I want to break the diversion
Like our cold awkward connection
Cause I want a close relation
Not just classmates in this section
Converse with determination
In a span of short duration
I move without hesitation
Between us is aspiration
Your yes serves as my creation
Your no serves as my destruction
Regardless of your decision,
Loving you is my completion
It's remarkable how strong denial can be,
It appears that the wise have it right,
As a race, we prefer to love flattering liars,
(Sticking head in the sand to a "fight.")
So we vote for our prejudice, opt not to think,
Even when facts are right in our faces,
Global warming aside, our death naps on the couch,
(While we wager our lives at the races.)
Fossil fuels are the heart of what matters the most:
Oil, gas, coal are all finite resource.
Human needs on the rise, linked to future that dies,
Expectations and wisdom divorce.
If your head is on straight, you know time's running out,
Solar power's not all that we need!
Fertilizer, clean water, what world's needing now
We respond though like rabbits: continue to breed!
It's the logic of math that spells out coming doom,
Population growth's not "easy" trick,
Listen now (hear world sigh?), don't want children to die,
When you vote, chose the humble, not prick!
Long Tooth
June 25, 2017
Poet's Notes:
What man fails to understand and appreciate is the implication of the exponential function of math. The ENTIRE PROVEN RESERVE that the new Alaskan pipeline will only meet US needs for 2-3 months folks (if that was all that we had) and we may run out of mineable coal in 25-50 years not 500 years. If you care about the future at all, you should check out the DVD called "Arithmetic, Population, And Energy" by Dr. Albert A Bartlett, Department of Physics, at the University of Colorado. Yes, you should be scared of both Pollyanna types and science haters in both political parties. Donald Trump is to me a clear indication of how fragile human civilization is.
Life, love and communication, this is something for every nation. It started with temptation and verification, but ended in complication. So listen to this declaration.
We gave each other inspiration, but also forced confrontation with our own situation. You have my admiration, but also my exclamation of condemnation. I've been on probation, negation, suspended animation, holding back this accusation of flirtation. My automation, caused the stagnation in our relation. One last conversation, ventilation, would be my liberation of this infestation of indignation.
But I'm not gonna ask for comfortation, an explanation, a reason for separation. A confirmation of expiration, information or explication. I have my own meditation, salvation, a new foundation of my own creation. My frustration, agitation, my never-ending contemplation, is under restoration. No more manipulation, exaggeration or expectation; I'm done with argumentation, suffocation and speculation, this implication of obligation. This is my adaptation, transformation and reparation, my graduation from irritation. No more hibernation. Only acceptation.
This proclamation needs clarification: it's not a profanation or defamation; you still have all of my adoration and appreciation. I'm just finally taking vacation, with a newfound determination. We don't need justification or vindication, a modification or translation. We only need commemoration, to remember our sensation of elation. It was not a simulation, just pure stimulation, accumulation of exhilaration.
How are you feeling today,
Are you full of hope and inspiration?
Or is life proving a little too much
Bringing you to the point of desperation?
Are things really as bad as they seem?
Sometimes bacause of imagination;
We build up fear and disappointment in our minds
Where we star in a tradgedy of our own creation,
Making our world seem an unfair place
And despair a downward destination......
That's why we need a little thing called TRUST
And to have a positive intonation---
Try saying ALL IS WELL
And BELIEVE in its' implication.
And even if things are really that bad
It will at least give strength to face the situation.
It might even turn things around;
For when we give HOPE and TRUST an invitation
To work their magic in our lives,
To them their is no limitation.
So whenever you're feeling negative,
Welling up with fear and indetermination,
Remember these words-ALL IS WELL
And let them be your life's inspiration.
Technological age.
Advancement of advancement,
Digital acceleration unlimited.
Gifted and pocketed,
This watch,
Dull dark silver,
True and tested mechanic,
Short and sturdy chain,
Analogue accuracy.
It fits comfortably in my jeans pocket,
Ages alongside my creasing lines with wear marks,
Time isn't well kept with its adolescent sporadic tock,
Certain to be set to be kept at a minute ahead,
I am directed to watch this future unfold,
While it clings to my pocket lining and present time,
And the engravings pull me back to the past,
You told me not to let this time pass me by,
As you held me tight before you passed me by,
And I never kept very good time like this
Fresh watch that sticks close to my side,
I cannot say that you were lost,
For the path you had set was more set than stone,
No improper implication should be allowed,
The wallowing whispers that beg me every which way,
They told me to go away from the very place
That I had interest to stay and investigate,
The stars sway with no stationary complaint,
Our night sky that's not so city bright,
Contains a dim white plate in-between its phase,
Much like my pocket of space it hangs,
A witless glow behind the cloudy night.
I am no more than I was except for a simple realization,
To look back and find I am not the same as I was,
Commonly known as growing up and moving on,
But I know I'll be happy in just a few short years,
Just glad I am not the same as I am now.
Solitude sounds good on balance, yet perhaps that is just me.
There is the implication of loneliness, of nobody to talk to,
and I think of the many people for whom the pain of being alone
is immense, maybe unbearable.
"Solitary" - is that a good thing or not?
Life can be torment, and I've had some horrible days,
always of my own making, days where I was alone
with the pain of being a fool, of hot caustic circumstance,
where time itself seemed to be alive with a bad fire.
You have found me in my solitude,
so, which way do we go?
Today, let us go from hot to cool.
Walk with me twenty years ago -
by then, you might think it's cold.
We are in northern Ontario, Canada,
at this time of year - early December.
Clouds lie thickly above us,
a layer of protection.
Our path is around a lake,
water on our left, forest on the right.
There is no wind - if we hold for a time, the only motion
comes from small, widely dispersed snow crystals,
falling earthward, falling mostly past us.
It is that perfect time of morning
when the world is caught between dark and light,
things visible but still within their hidden selves,
black trees, white snow,
muted greens and grays,
the silver of the water.
At the birth of an instant, an eagle rises and flies directly away,
then turns and glides low over the lake.
We see it moving right to left,
linear above the water,
the glide of the continuum,
seeing past the moment into all that is tranquil,
and everything that softly remains.
All that is below will go, one day.
The eagle senses the union between us,
and begins to gain altitude,
the air being so still that we hear every beat of wings against it.
December 3, 2016
For Mystic Rose's contest: 'Come and Find Me in my Solitude'
The gospel episode of the Good Samaritan
mirrors the soul of the person replete with compassion;
although animosity has shaped the racial slur
between Jews and Samaritans ; like a clash of the titans.
That biblical motif, ‘who is my neighbor?’ makes sense,
it gives a colossal implication to everyone in quest –
in pain, in dire need to be assisted in many ways;
a call of duty with its depth of love and compassion.
The story itself is simple but concrete in action,
the powerful response that knows no second thought;
immediately, an act to the aid of someone who’s wounded –
enhances one’s sensibility and caring attitudes to many.
It’s an affirmation of ‘who am I to those who’re in need.’
like that Samaritan who never worries what’s gonna happen later;
suffused with compassion, he shows the spirit of God’s instruction,
that kind spirit in the form of religion reveals who he is to others.
Unlike those two spiritual leaders who just walked by and ignored,
the man who’s beaten and almost dead on the side of the road;
their hypocritical pride, fear or what other people might say
truly, a strong force that in light of this gospel episode
they appear making distinction of race or current situation in turn.
In Jericho where this incident takes place and unfolds its main point,
gives the opportunity to everyone who reflects its relevance and,
the possibility to see anew what patterns in one’s life needs a change;
either in true character or interpreting the real phenomenon before him.
It’s a challenge in depth, a kind of revelation that entails human care,
Like a person’s inward experience that flows into a sublime action;
With its working spontaneity deep within, along with inclusive application
That episode indeed, illustrates a treasure trove of human compassion.
Raindrops
Trickling down, quaint
Window-panes a little wet
Swift steps homeward
There’s a shed, let’s stand under it
Raindrops
Enhanced
Lashing your body
Sky turned hazy, treetops in enchanted dance
Lashing your body
An ethereal pair
Sharing a lone umbrella
Lashing your body
A little space; the girl at your side
A whiff of fragrance, her perfume
A hypnotising touch of her loose tresses
The space reduced, her man drawing her nearer to him
The space widened
Raindrops lashing your body
Raindrops
Reducing with the implication of stopping altogether
The sky’s clear, the clouds dispersed
The road lies before you,
The busy footsteps of ant- humanity
Raindrops
Now in your heart