Best Indenture Poems
For flowery words I have no gift
deep thoughts I'm rarely thinking
And when it comes to penmanship
my dear I fear I'm stinking
But none the less amid this mess
I'll sum up for your pleasure
Donations to our mutual fund
you've granted in full measure
In 'sixty-two who knew that you
would be my life-long buddy
We'd both tried once, struck out at love
our crystal ball was muddy
We'll make it work this time we said
but no one thought we meant it
The means it seems for life-long dreams
had not yet been invented
Of course I knew that you were who
I prayed would share my dreaming
Of mountain cabins babbling brooks
blue lakes with rainbows teeming
But you were from a Texas town
and I a guy from Brooklyn
So fat chance you and I would fly
where angels yearn to look in
Now reassessing all those years
of mutual indenture
The motorcycles horses boats
and trips of wild adventure
I know I owe it all to your
intrepid flexibility
That we hold these fond memories
to warm us through senility
Just another warrenpiece
Quote: "From deep within my heart
I always catch the scent of my Beloved.
How can I help but follow that fragrance?" By Rumi
She, an inhale of perfume on a summer day vacant as the scent of rain
when she passes by, every flower mutes and bows to her aerial adventure
truth be told she is the secret of my desire and she drives me quite insane
when she dances the world stands still witnessing our private indenture
she is the compote of my sweet thoughts, the reason I believe in love
Her aroma a signature of passion, an undescriptive calling to my senses
when she sachets my way every star of heaven releases light from up above
she disarms me with her smile and disarms all my defenses
a bouquet of wild flowers in the garden of my dreams , a fantasy of love
she is the H in my big heart and the T of my tomorrows
From deep within my heart I catch the scent of my favorite flower
she is my best loved poem and sensation, she's my girl power.
July 15, 2022
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Contest Name Rhyme Rumi Quote
The irony of dissension
that failing path's ingress
that module with its faction
that moment of duress.
That falling out of practice
that holiness to test
is subsequent by number
a follow up's digest!
The blessing of my venture
the years of common stress
are subsequent indenture
a follow up as less!
I do my greatest censure
but fall apart at best
some new love must take measure
that may be worn to rest!
This strata called intention
has spent, but still finds crest
to move my small invention
into a worthiness!
How blessed with directness
my ideas prove express,
while that one misdemeanor
is always subsequent!
I INVENT! SINCE THE 60's FINDING MY STRATA. LOOKING AT THE SMALL ROUND TIRES IN A GAS N COFFEE SHOP. A JOB IN BETWEEN! I THOUGHT THEY SHOULD BE FLAT AND WIDE, THE RIMS THAT IS. I WENT INTO THE MANAGER AND TOLD HIM TO WRITE HIS COMPANY (SUN OIL) AND TELL THEM. I DREW OUT THE IDEA. HE SAID "YOU'RE MAKING MISTAKES AT THE COUNTER, COUNTING MONEY, AND FIRED ME" I WALKED OUT THINKING, YOU COULD HAVE BEEN A MILLIONAIRE! WHAT HAPPENED AFTER THAT IS CASE HISTORY! INVENTONS AND INVENTORS BECAME MY APPAREL, AND MET SOME OF THE MOST CONTRIBUTING PERSONS OF THIS CENTURY. AND WANT TO WRITE A BOOK!
A man I knew once,
A man I knew as friend.
Within his indenture he turned on us,
Fed up, we no longer could contend.
A man who asked so much from us,
Our support, so little we lend.
We weren’t there when he called on us,
We weren’t there to help him mend.
Left with guilt as vile as puss,
For we were negligent and dilatory in his sickened end.
04/20/13
It wasn't boarded up, like some fine space
that journey, than the path to know His grace,
a treasured item, diamond ring, I'd take
and hear from God, the promise, I must make!
I walked among the rocks, to seek and rake
for some indenture that my eyes could sake,
the groove was necessary, God's intake
I knew His reason, mine was sadly great.
Yes, there, a voice commanded, I bent down
and picked it up, not feeling once life's crown,
I knew God's reason, following was short
and if to serve, must give up now's resort!
I walked so slowly, knowing God's report
was in each step, as willing, not contort
the rock within my grasp, I measured bold
the ring upon my hand, its edges gold!
It fit, the diamonds sitting on the stone
how odd my life's become ~ while others hone
their vestige in each other, I'm alone ~
keep walking, I must listen, not be drone!
I set the rock and ring upon a ledge
and there would pray consistently, not hedge
a love of many years ~ I felt a wedge
of God's awakening ~ to severe like a dredge!
I was inventive, following the urge
and everyone I met ~ had so much nerve
while I was hanging on, some promise serve
was going nowhere ~ only packed reserve!
God's power is so great, in little ways
to break a trust within for common sake
would later through the years, then sense the gain
but now the awesome emptiness was pain.
It seems the ring so sparkly caught the eye
of some observer stopping to talk
the time I took to pray, no more a balk
about God's reason ~ yet I knew the walk!
The ring was gone ~ the visitor's compel
was just to steal my precious place of tell
engagement has a message, not a spell
the years were growing on ~ the friendship knell!
Diplomacy's reveal, the hardship of conceive,
the woman bears the fruit to birth
the man does oft deceive!
And if the altar's reached
some freedoms are impeached
although the words "I promise" do not breech!
It must be centered still
the walk within ~ I mill,
no forefront's grave portraying can fulfill!
The backside of the cross
so often scened as loss
was Jesus' spined indenture of emboss!*
My efforts not bereave
this poem itself retrieve
Some virtue I can't leave ~
While in Him . . . . still believe!
*Indenture ~ to decorate in relief.
*Emboss ~ to raise the surface of!
we sailed to the island, the island, the island
and would stay there evermore
with nothing to read but coconuts
and cocoa berries upon the tree
with no barber, Dennis or lawman
things could ghetto might strange
but we handle a leader (let's call him trumper)
trumper stood higher, and gave a screech
about a returnstile trip to sterilization
we stood up and jeered, Hooray, Hooray
but we be stripwrecked, cousin trumper, said we
what chance are we out in the farsighted lotion
where even the seagirls far outnumber us?
never minding that, he said we'll build a blue one
and us set about chirping down trees
at lust, the crate was finnish
two by two, we crumb aboard
and set snail for big indenture
to scoot for homely bound
but the beauty took on water
and we invaded to another shore
fierce sausages lined the bleachers
farmed with spearmints gone galore
we said our players, it looked like pretend
but the sausages made our breakfast friends!
brer trumper aligned a trick or treaty
the crew lived on believing children for eleventy years
Like debris then that clutches rolling logs,
this fit of time ensnares like demogues.
What e'er was wholesome, now in total fog
does placate for it's venture, fanfares bog!
Aye, celebrate the venture, 'morrow's clog
will by the neck's redemptor's cost with smog,
the Monarchy's indenture, total flog
will strip away your mention, your works . . . rogue!
Then give you no attention, your need's ~ dog
to grind you to dimension less than cog.
This tree to birth did bring, your cutting's tog
was gathered for wealth's pension ~ your's they hog ~
And thereby River tossed, like . . . . rolling logs!
That leading's struggle, scened mundane
in day to day, coerced restrain,
I hold my ground, as if to claim
thy own indenture, in remain
as force for good, by God's proclaim.
And to my soul, a living seine
that pulls some justice to domain
of livelihood, seditious, main.
I trust my effort, not of gain,
but in thee truth, unselfish strain.
Some quality, convincing, plain
that commonness in worth's attain -
resultant, but from rigor's aim.
Consorting not, with bribery's feign,
that brings to wit, some covets name.
In prayer with thee, I ask as though
a personable bask would leave me vain,
and perish of console's adjust,
as hope in wonder could explain,
obliterating wronged of us!
The Lord, His answer be acclaim -
ennobling ...as the winds of thrust!
As time were spent upon thee, not concur
from some ungrateful attitude, some slur,
and then regret, my known in thy demur,
I would but think, why did I find occur
in thy occurrence, why this track impure!
With reasoning intact, I asked for cure
of all thy reasoning's slack, of its obscure,
demeaning of conditions not my stir.
As headstrong empathy, no thought's conserve
and restless with some seeking, no reserve!
No grasp to grant concurrence, no observe,
no evening's inference, no unswerve.
Between us, some referral looks for nerve,
approaching as rehearsal might preserve.
We are the least approving of our verve!
That walk-on of indenture, of deserve,
no idol with its longing can endure
in grace, outside of luring some evade.
Away from Thee, truth's hurrying might replace,
that promise of true love, God's touring base!
My trials, indenture, my regrets
Oh Lord, how solemn I accept
that punishment of knowing, its inept
forgive, forgive and then forget!
This solemn trail, my eyes still wet
climb in divesture, hoping, kept
be it not usuary, be it not debt
but character, that in striving, met!
And so my humble prayer's beget
is not to agonize bereft,
nor field, nor criticize concept,
but yield as wise, and yet, and yet!
Bleak existence portrayed,
nonetheless this (baby
boomer) hybrid dreamer
oft times evocative
edenic reveries bekiss
mine psyche with pastoral trappings
evoking utopian bliss
on par with drawing
winning lottery ticket,
which fantasy I quickly dismiss,
where dolorous voices within me hiss
mocking pipe dream compensating
for unlived life hide miss
whiling away hours
of young adulthood...
this threescore aged man did blithely piss
away enraptured with Swiss
Family Robinson fantasy,
gladly exchanging tsoris
entailing breathtaking adventure
versus sequestered bookishness burr
rowed nose engrossed
with page turner capture
ring imagination of this erstwhile drifter
addressing, fixating, and keeping coiffure
as disheveled appearance, where daily
father and mother showed me the door
particularly on account, cuz for one more
nanosecond, they could not endure
this healthy sole son vaping expenditure
as both parents toiled away,
they tired trying to swallow failure
while primarily main feature
of this poem lackadaisically
exhausted as an Evansburg Park fixture
(calling squirrels on first name basis),
no sooner this bookworm gave vague gesture
after setting foot inside abode - 'pon dusk
asper whereabouts, off
into bedroom I did immure
and disappear into story
maybe one about main
character pledging indenture
role as heavy footsteps shook
324 Level Road domicile infrastructure
awaiting the wrath
of Khan spouting ultimatums
our father/son rapport long did inure
a "NON FAKE" wall not immune
to malicious, noxious, vicious... lecture
to offspring who long outwore his
Harris Tweed Scottish welcome mat,
yet... feared testing nonsecure
mooring which familiarity bred contempt!
I don’t write Sonnets,
or Limerick verse
I don’t write Haiku,
though often terse
I don’t write Ballads,
or Horacian Odes
I don’t write Parables,
to self-implode
But I do write in Rhythm,
and often in Rhyme
With meaning that’s buried,
and metered in time
All verbal indenture,
I must disavow
For the meaning to rise,
—when the fates allow
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
Many die
to walk unknown
amongst
the living dead
Their hearts reclaimed
yet beating still
whose verses
go unread
They wander freely
in the night
their chains
relock the grave
Awaiting words
you’ve yet to write
to free
— their death enslaved
(Calvary Cemetery: February, 2025)
When I was a child
a mere simulation of an adult reconciled,
in the body of a seven-year-old adventurer -
I'd be a scientist, explorer or a writer succumbed to indenture,
as the storyteller, poet of what may lay ahead synchronizing,
visionary hero of the future uncompromising
out of the histories of some reformulated past stabilizing;
guided by grandmother's heart and care
taking in everything with no thought spared,
caught between the dream and its lesson wellspring
and all the heartaches and happiness it may bring
living, loving, measuring everything;
and here I am today, aged and grown
caught by the ebb and tidal edges sown
of where I was to go within its undertow.
I am the legendary me completed and formed
in a legacy that is created by life storms
satisfied and eased and at last at rest
knowing well - who I am today
can be assured -
I did my very best.