Best Implying Poems
Nature smiles in Spring
Pulls at our heart string
as greenery's hued in greener tinge
Having had an everlasting effect
on those evergreen trees.
Nature frowns in Autumn
gets all bored, pale and blue in the fall
Almost seems to sigh drily, wryly
Looks dull and drab
except for the windy breeze.
And this very mother nature
in full-blown winter
gives all the cold shoulder
Reveals her cold-hearted side
Could'st turn into a cold-blooded murderer
Even her nature lovers get cold feet
Besides, the winter sun is cold comfort .
A time for a A-tishoo in your tissue
a time for the noisy sneeze
Oh! Beware her icy glare, in the cold war
as she coerces all to freeze!
Ah, in summer, nature boils and goes into a 'heated debate'
What with the burning sun and its scorching torment
Ah, she can be hot-tempered this mother nature
But let the sweltered ones bathe in the seven seas
and opt for sundaes instead of steaming teas.
And if you really wish to see
mother nature fuming in fury
Behold it in thunderstorm and hurricane
You crouched safely behind the window pane
For she might storm at you quite violently
Watch out! She could get real stormy
Better stay out of her way at such times please!
And hee hee I do hope yah like
my seasoned seasonal pun
It's fine here to have
some fair weather fun
And take mom Nature's pic as she says cheese!
Yet the point here, she's created as are all mothers
implying God, not she herself could have made all of these
And so like all God's creatures who have free will
she's fallible and perhaps at times free to do as she please.
(Though some bad weather conditions can be due to human pollution in repercussion.)
Blue edges, an ebony sky,
for a new day is on the brink;
and cotton-candy clouds blush pink.
Where eagles were once free to fly,
morning is filtered through a haze;
a legacy of yesteryears.
A golden sunrise blinds my eye,
dissolving the fringes of night
with a dazzling display of light.
Its beauty; worthy of a sigh,
Dawn brings a renewal of hope;
implying the planet can cope.
A simple truth, without a lie,
if we choose not to make a fuss;
wildlife will vanish around us.
Nature's something money can't buy;
no amount can restore lost days,
yet we ignore what science says.
Blue edges, an ebony sky,
where eagles were once free to fly.
A golden sunrise blinds my eye,
its beauty worthy of a sigh.
A simple truth, without a lie,
Nature's something money can't buy.
Pulses of earth caressing my heart
I feel each grain as if hourglass sand.
Rhythm of life ticking from birth to depart
Cultures softly tinged by the soul of the land.
I hear the call of a presence borne of the past
Echoes of bounty rebound in this world.
Harmonies vibrate, of land ample and vast
Then a warning of future madness unfurled.
I see creation and nurture as they mingle in soil
Seasons reflect within earth’s precise hue.
Figures of mountains implying peace and turmoil
Mysteries are hinted amidst historic old clues.
Lingering scents drift of insatiable dreams
Tastes of the landscape, enrich and contrast.
Cycles and motion of existence and schemes
Undeniable connections, to earth are steadfast.
Cleansed and absorbing I open my eyes
Dirt still caresses and quivers my skin.
Few understand, of land and mans’ ties
Of middles and ends, yet a scene to begin.
if there be
subject and object
in our active cognition
implying separation
as in a distance
needing to be bridged
through exchange of emotions
for feel good factor
it is then a trade
and not love
likewise
reciprocation apart
expecting recognition
signals a dependency
in absence of which
so called love
disappears
we can give
only what we have
thus we begin with self love
only if we love ourself
can we love others
at all times
instantly
love is unthinking
embrace without thought
a fusion of hearts
love in love with love
just for love alone
seeking no echo
to its outpouring
eternal
love is
a union
singularity
one without second
transcending space time
as the bliss essence
in fullness
samadhi
22-January-2021
They say I wait for you
Didn’t they see me vying
for another look at you
as they shut the oak wood casket.
They say I wait for you
But know that they are lying.
I don't save space on our bed for you
Just that, that side is sagged under your weight
They say I wait for you
I’m crazy, are they implying?
I don't launder clothes for you
Just that a half-full load isn't environmentally great.
They say I wait for you
That truth I am denying.
I don't set the dinner place for you
Just love how your plate matches my plate.
They say I wait for you
Why do they come here, prying?
To stare like I'm talking to the specter of you
Don’t they know you dozed off just after you ate?
Written on 05/10/2016
Re-entered for: Contest 'Denial' by Julia Ward
It’s natural to sometimes question God
When you’ve a long and tiring way trod.
The wrong often comes as knowledge you’re pursuing,
Implying that He knows not what He’s doing.
To know that He knows what’s best for us
Is sufficient knowledge to completely Him trust.
He knew the end before it even started
Even though to us this was never imparted.
Solomon in his wisdom did rightly write,
Trust completely in God and His great might.
To trust in your own understanding, ‘tis true
Is a thing you never should think to do.
He said to trust God with all your heart,
And from your own way to quickly depart.
To know a happy and prosperous end,
Entirely, completely, on Him depend.
In a long ago day no term such as teenager
was inferred
Upon reaching pubescence adulthood was
conferred
No separate entity were teenage years
thought to be
Anymore than 20 or 30 even 93
The business of giving separate age a place
on life's map
Has turned out to be nothing but a load
of crap
"I'm a teenager" they will wail and whine
Implying "your life is less valuable than
mine"
"I'm your replacement" is what they're
trying to say
But they should at their feet what's crawling
on the floor
Their own replacements will be ready a couple
years or more
Changing the world just seems so much bigger than me,
it seems larger than just a thought or decision I could make,
but I know deep down there is a strong vision I really see,
taking a stand changing foster home rules for the children’s sake.
Innocent children so timid when leaving with new foster parents,
they are frightened and apprehensive for such a new exchange,
they’ve already been abandoned once before with scary variants,
now having to leave when unknown people who are strange.
I’ve volunteered at a foster home and before and my eyes I saw,
young babies and toddlers seem ready to find a reliable home,
playing blocks, I realized there needs to be a change of the law,
better edification to the parents, it’s possible their duties are unknown.
I’ve seen these sweethearts leave excited and come back scared,
I’d wish to teach these parents how serious are the responsibilities,
it may not be that they couldn’t love them or that they never cared,
but maybe there was maltreatment and realized in not good safety.
If I could change the world I would make sure homes were safe,
much better background checks so no abuse would be found,
better education to raise a child without frustration and haste,
hopefully these blameless kids would grow to be secure and profound.
I’m not implying they will grow up to be complicated and not bright,
I would pass legislature to transform the system for more deserving rights.
If I Could Change The World Contest
Sponsor: Becca Teagan
Date Written: July 24, 2016
J ubilee’s song heightens; the bell is rung
A uld Lang Syne…fond memories we all keep,
N ever-ending the pour of chilled wine, that
U nsaid words of love spill on tinseled lights;
A s orchestral tunes greet this first of month
R eveling in dreams laced with snowdrop scent;
Y ounger the hearts...chanting newborn wishes!
Enter the BEST SHORT ACROSTIC POEMS
Andrea Dietrich's Contest
~ This is my birth month; carnation and Snowdrop
are symbolic flowers implying hope and beauty
12/ 22/ 2015
As I take my right hand and gently lay it across my chest, I begin to take a long deep breath. With my eyes shut tight every heart beat genuinely whispering cries I belong to you. Visualizing moving heaven and earth I thirst to touch you. Your love I lust…I yearn for you to wipe my tears if I shall ever cry. Your arms to hold me tight, your promised remarks of everything will be alright. Implying you’re here till the end of time. I lust to see your smile up close, to feel your heart beat as you hold me close. Lusting to be your wife, as God made water into wine I will make sure your forever mines. I lust to see you cry on our wedding day to be consumed with desire for my love you craved. Therefor never feeling like you’re less of a man. You know it’s you I cherish, our love so devoted. I will never judge you, my love is so true. I shall forever love you. Yearning for everything from you, lusting I adore you. As I hunger for your touch, so envious waiting. Impatient for your intimate kisses, I’m desperately seeking your intense lusting sexual attention. Your love is my weakness...My body itches to be your apprentice. I relinquish my body to you as a lifetime licorice. Craving your licking loving the closeness, my body quenches. My lips quiver as your tongue leaves its signature. Long strokes below my waist line, I vocalize for your appetite. As I lust into your eyes my passion erupting. I get greedy and needy craving your energy. Anticipation is all over me. Butterflies in my belly burn with intimacy, orgy devoted to our overindulgence fling….Forever Lusting
Sanatan Dharma in Hinduism means
Universal religion, eternal truth, Ankh
Globally it means Universal law.
Religion is like the peel of banana
and spirituality is the banana.
Speak the truth which is preferable that
Intelligent one prefers it while the
Ignorant one selects the pleasurable.
Do not speak the truth to manipulate
Do not speak to please someone.
The sharp edge of a razor is difficult to pass over;
Thus the wise say, the path to Salvation is hard
So begins The Razor’s edge of Somerset Maugham
Who visited India and met The Saint Raman.
All these leads to Yoga, so the wise one thinks.
When the senses are firmly reined in
From distractions a man is then free
for Yoga is the coming-into-being.
as well as the ceasing-to-be.
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Ninth Place winner
For the contest: Broad Horizons by Deborah Guzi Subject- Sanatan Dharma - Hinduism
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*The word Sanatan means ‘Eternal’ and Dharma means religion. In broader sense Dharma
means spirituality.
*Salvation is hard." taken from a verse in the Katha-Upanishad - 1.3.14. Maugham had
visited India in 1938 and met Ram, the great Saint of India.
*The words Hindu and Hinduism came from the usage of the term Sindhu. "Outsiders" who
encountered Sanatanists living near the Sindhu river in the western portion of Bharat (the
original and still used Sanskrit name for India) referred to them as "Sindhus" and their unique form of worship as "Sindhuism." Though there was a Sindhu river, Sindhu is actually a generic term for river, and many believe this term was used in a metaphorical sense implying the river or spirituality that flows through all thing–in other words, Sanatan Dharma. With this understanding, the terms Sanatan Dharma and Hinduism become interchangeable with an identical meaning.
*This poem was written for Nikko's contest. The letters "H E A D S" weren't allowed. I won 1st place in the contest :)
Pimp, Cowboy, Gigolo willfully confirm Cook off
Vow to cook juicy concoction!
Pimp forgot cumin, Gigolo forgot flour, Cowboy forgot corn
Gigolo plotting to corruptly copy Cowboy concoction
Cowboy growling “You forging fool !!!”
Unruly Commotion!!!
Cowboy flipping Gigolo; Gigolo tromping cowboy, Pimp crying “knockout”!
Conflict fizzling…Cook Off Critic got nitpicky….Implying civility
Critic nibbling Gigolo gyro concoction…critic crying
Critic nibbling Cowboy wonton concoction…critic vomiting
Critic nibbling Pimp minty concoction…critic grinning
Pimp winking, flirting
Critic wiggling, winking, flirting
Critic confirm Pimp Cook off Victor!
Cowboy mournful
Pimp ogling!!! Glitz...Glory
Gigolo crying, “You floozy!”
Unruly Commotion!!!
Cop cuffing Gigolo to go to court
Tick tock…tick tock….Tick tock
Jury confirm Gigolo guilty!
Pimp, Cowboy, Critic go clubbing
Camouflage
© Ben Burton 12-01-2014
A leopard cannot change his spots
Nor would he if he could
They offer him some camouflage
When lurking in the wood
Van Winkle would not leave his cot
For roughly twenty years
But what a lesson we were taught
Be careful with those beers
A period is but a dot
Yet, such a potent thing
For if some reason it is dropped
The words start jumble-ing
Some authors will not change their plot
Though editors insist
How many classics were not wrought
Merely because of this?
In Ferguson the people fought
Set fires and looted, too
The facts did not deter their cause
Contrived police abuse
Obama does not care for cops
He went on the attack
Implying Darren Wilson shot
Merely to kill a black
Oh well, the liberals are naught
(With those last words, they fled)
My spotted leopard trick, they bought
Elsewise, they'd not have read
Sordid tales your eyebrows tell
Insinuations start to sing
Things we all know very well--
Say, did you miss my wedding ring?
You’d do you worst right here and now
A stealthy drink from your chalice
Want me to forget the wedding vows,
A mechanical bull with phallus?
Pursing your lips, parading your hips
All the while, I’m stifling quiet laughter
As if your fries and shake could eclipse
My seven course happily ever after!
Coworkers of giant ego
And undersized self-restraint
Have fallen prey to your libido
Flushed it all to taste your taint
But see, here’s the baseline reality
About my availability you’re mistaken
Unless my wife’s nonexistent bisexuality
You can magically awaken
Sure, maybe you can be a roast turkey slice
Between our marital sandwich bread
Or our fresh sushi covered in rice--
I shouldn’t joke; now you’re being misled…
But seriously, there’s nothing to discuss
What you’re implying just ain’t happening
Further coquetry is simply superfluous
Back to the regularly scheduled programming
And in closing, here’s what I’d do
If you’re looking for lifestyle enhancement
Instead of looking for married men to woo
Perhaps try some legit career advancement.
5/1/16
© Thomas W. Quigley
Exciting extreme exclamation
Caught climatic conversation
Next week major VALUABLE VALID
VACATION.
Realistic and simplistic.
This is the real world.
It's what you want it to be.
Could it be? TV is on.
Relaxing reacting
Satire implying
LIFE'S A BEACH.
BUT seriously if you do
Things out of anger.
Then life it self is a danger.
Despite all of that detail
This is the. Real world. Isn't it?
When you've had good rest
Greet the one in the MIRROR
Early morning stranger
Aah, information of VACATIONS
IS IN order.
White sands BLUE WATERS
Virgin islands!!
Or Hawaii , oh I'm smilin' ALOHA
Time for sand in my hair. PALM TREES!
Sandals on my feet . Me as free as nature in the BREEZE.
Hold on now. Full forge ahead.
THE EMPIRE IS DESIRED.