Best Impulses Poems
prosaic
reality
lengthening
fading
the sensory
alluring
musing
bewildering
in
lucidity
adopts
a
radiated
aura
a paradox
close
&intimate
yet
inexpressible
profound
shadowy
&persuasive
sublime
inert
passive
Tone
Unites
Strong desire
Pupil gazing
Stir
Inspired by the light my fire contest!
Spur of the moment
decisions...
lifetime of regrets
August 14, 2018
MagiCicada 13
The Heart Of The Matter Contest
By Maureen McGreavy
Second Place
Spring styles sweet smiles
Move massive miles
Charm confronts clay
Pick poignant play
Bright blossoms bear
Wonder weaves wares
Reap rich rapture
Calm choice captures
Gain gracious grounds
Speak sensuous sounds
Leave lasting looks
Bright blooming book
Verse vital voice
Caress clear choice
Bright blessings bloom
Rich rapture rooms
Frame fiery feel
Touch tender thrill
Leon Enriquez
29 May 2015
Singapore
eyes met, magnetic, melting every fear, thirst quenching
as the stars left a dewy trail on the twilight
flowing in secret rhythms of heartfelt passions
stirring awake the feelings reflected in this tender gaze
The huntsman’s horn in
The School Boy is non-
native. But he likes the
poem, hears a snake-
charmer’s pipe vicariously,
empathizes with Blake’s
boy’s love of innate
freedom, and then doodles
in boredom. Next period,
he slips down from
the top of Pythagorean
theorem. He snoozes in
the Neolithic Age at noon.
His brain balks at learning.
Teachers avoid pain with
peace of passivity. ****
virus infects his inner
system. Parents are too
busy to install anti-virus.
He draws obscene pictures
with a charcoal, as if raping
the urinal wall. He rises
up in the hashish fumes
and floats in the space.
Holes in the thought-layer are
invisible to him. He runs
wild, celebrating impulses.
An unrefined man is
a malignant growth
from the negligence.
First printed in The Literary Hatchet
Fire, fire, burning bright!
Fire, fire, a gorgeous sight!
Crimson red, copper, and gold
Blazing hot as the flames unfold.
I feel the heat, the rage, the power,
Burning white, a searing flower.
The fire imbues me with strength,
Gives me lust, shortens days' length.
Burn through the night and through the day
Child of the sun, rebel, betray!
Fire, fire, burning bright!
Fire, fire, a gorgeous sight!
Musty
Creepy
Dark hallways
My silent room
The moans groaned louder...
Louder...
Louder...
With every tick of the clock
Frustrated
And anxious
I paced around
Impulses crept up slowly...
Slowly...
Slowly...
Until I called her up
IMPULSES
the artistic
rediscovered
conditioning
emerging
as conventional
concept
of enlightenment
an experimental
depiction
of an enduring
genre
unearthed
in beauty
& grace
emphasised
tenderness
transcended
in the visual
spontaneity
IMPLUSES
rediscovered
& emerged
as artistic
depictions
of radical
statements
emlghtened
conventions
obsessive
concepts
in
enduring
experiments
unearthed
genres
of beauty& grace
tenderness
illustrated
by a
visual kiss of love
Impulses
Electric Signals flaming through my brain
Thoughts are flashing by my eyes so quickly
I fear that my mind is going insane.
A flash of sanity hits me like a hammer
I see the replay from the visions of my past
My mind is warning me not to be in haste
Becoming that nervous wreck
On the high way of life that is racing through
the all-to-familiar lanes of heck.
I force out the tears and then laugh off the extreme energies
that had tried to hold me down
I flash out and upward like Batman
Chaining down the Demons trying to push down my head and allow my soul to drown.
I beat them down.
I show them who's boss.
Now, even the devil is scared.
The superhero that is my strong spirit
Hits the continuation of this trip
Going past the insanity
Happily, with my friends, they remind me to "Keep with it."
lizards mating die in electric lines
snakes coil hibernate lay eggs ---
dogs die crossing highways
same could be said of every animal
none is great when impulse strikes ---
could man claim exception?
19 May 2022
Love fills my sights with vivid joy,
Observe the flow of simple things;
Voice now feels light as play brings ploys,
Echoes tint show in placid flings;
Live then the sway of profound times,
Yield to the pulse that comes to be.
Intuit the way to sound fine rhymes,
Mind seeds impulse in thoughts that free;
Pleasures sign deep within mere thought,
Use follows urge in timeless routes;
Life beyond sleep frames a new plot,
Surge fits the merge within quaint shout;
Embrace the change that seems so strange,
Soar with the strange in endless change.
Leon Enriquez
09 May 2015
Singapore
impish impulses
sweep over me
one more preposterous
than the next
I think I’ll take
the plunge and see
if I can act on them
without context
IMPULSES
the creative
unveiled
often brings
a
surprise.
perhaps
a
flight
in a
process
of recognition
of
the
lyrical
in
the
radical
maelstrom
surrounded
&
carefully
conserved
activities
of
shimmering
beauty
a dazzling
piece
to
reflect
as
an apt
memorial
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.