Best Inducement Poems
If sorrow cloaks the surface of your soul
And chills the warmth that turns your wishes cold,
Unchain the hidden anguish in your hold,
Releasing tethered truths that must be told.
Your clever wisdom, once conceived as real,
So blinded you to feelings kept concealed.
Inducement starts when you at last repeal
The law you self imposed, a false ideal.
Beginning chapter one you sense a start.
Ahead we veer, adjust and reembark.
In time the doubts will pass, from our concern,
Devotion grows in knowledge two must learn.
A flaming passion, uncontrolled, will die.
Insightful ones will dodge the seering light.
The quantity is not where truth abides,
The quality is where forever lies.
Gene Bourne
08-15-14
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Line of inquiry: track where lies the fulcrum of the fragrance of a rose, then likewise find within, your soul —Unseeking Seeker Contest
Fulcrum of a Rose
pinwheel spinning
reds, pinks, whites, butters
I found the garden’s rest in
peace s i g n
a spray, spewed across this holder
of breath
letting g o
the mailbox painted army green
underneath my nose
I know no more no less
than lessons l e a r n e d
with win some whiffs
does it pass the sniff test…
I’d like to find delightful the p r i c k i n g
of my nostrils, the inducement of petals
at first velvety soft
their perfumes
make my heart bleed
my uncle’s in a green suit, laid out
with just one truck punch, and it lingers
his scent, his lack of smile, the coldness of
the hand I touched -
he’s asleep…he didn’t move a finger
f r a g i l e
youth forever bathed in rose-scented water
a single red rose fought for his life in the snow
the scent lingers in
the leftover towers
I’m adept
in such ghostly afterglow
my husband knows
I prefer T U L I P S
Written: September 08, 2023
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In the realm of fearless pranks, we meet,
Where weakfish lump and teardrops greet.
A sluice of inducement we embark upon,
With words that excoriate as a lethal swan.
With a droplet of grit and a split decision,
We dismantle our panic with precision.
Such a weak swimming against the tide,
We defy expectations; we won't hide.
In this realm of a daring escapade,
We flare a trail, unafraid.
Raze the doubts, raze the walls,
Letting our spirit freely sprawl.
An escapade, a venture, a thrilling bout,
Shoots of adrenaline, there's no doubt.
Through each channel, we navigate,
Teasing danger, embracing fate
Each hint of chutzpah and boldness.
We tame fears if we're brave and relentless.
But beware, for along this path we tread,
There are lacerations that can't be fled.
The journey may leave us fractured and worn.
But in those moments, true strength is born.
Such a broken teardrop, we may feel the pain.
But we gather our courage, ready to regain.
Through the smoke of depreciation and doubt,
We emerge, displacing the fears that shout.
With chloropicrin in our veins, we prevail.
Indenting our mark, leaving no trail.
In this realm of daring escapades,
We find solace in being unswayed.
Even in chaos, we discover peace.
Plucked delight as lachrymator release.
Donor Cozeners
by Odin Roark
Seduction eased into town long ago,
Thought to be natural.
It was
Praised as stability,
It was
Embraced as destiny,
It was…
Procreation ruled the nights,
Delivery rooms the days,
Time passed and like flies to a sugar fix,
Victory swarmed
Bank tellers on payday,
Local bars on Friday night,
Churches on Sunday.
Workweek habits continued,
Sexual harassment ‘round the water cooler,
Ass kissing ‘round the bosses,
Entitlement ‘round the calling-in-sick phone.
Then something happened.
Times got rough,
Unemployment rose,
Businesses shut down,
Preachers sought donations elsewhere,
Enticement stumbled out of town.
Darkness lured memories of enticements,
Cob webs hung furtively,
Tying unlit lamp post to shattered neon signs,
Side streets to alleyways,
Locked doors to broken windows.
Summer storms passed over,
Leaving muddy puddles,
Their rippled reflections
But gurgling echoes to the moon.
Goodbye waves of regret.
Today…
Not far down the road,
A new infestation of passionless hunters
Perfect their duplicitous smiles,
Awaiting yet another bounty of ignorance
For buying into the inducement
Of both flight
And fright,
Believing this,
Believing that,
Unaware that allurement
Is barbed with many disguises.
Hopefully…
Conscience will remain conscious
Never forgetting that on a clear night,
Or a dew covered sunrise,
Deception’s abalone color
Will flicker from the incandescence of
Beguilement’s lure,
Turning tomorrow’s entrapment of dreams,
Like the broken wings of flies,
Fractured rainbows are sucked
Into the black hole of deceit.
Between the sheets she melts in his adoring touch,
infatuation brought forth by strong passion as such.
Above the realm of intuition they sneak in the bed,
so much is tenderly spoken with lustful words unsaid.
From attraction to romance they fell in obsession so deep,
for it was so intense they never made the time to sleep.
Beyond adoration they knew desire called their names,
and into each other’s delight their mania couldn’t be tamed.
Free from distraction the crush turned into fascination,
quickly they became one without pause or procrastination.
Eyes gaped in magnetism with two souls thirsty for water,
for if it was nothing but enticement he ever taught her.
The world became small and their room became home,
this time was for real, neither would ever be alone.
Allurement from her eyes called his lips to gently kiss,
for gravity has pulled two lovers away from amiss.
Temptation was created from the brush of her hair,
and since then the inducement started a frenzy flare.
Charisma and charm taught them love in the making,
no matter the circumstance for each other they were aching.
Time spent together brought them to the alter for vows,
and eternity rests in the hands of the Lord who allows.
True intimacy is born from the heart of pure attraction,
from them a baby was birthed from two lover’s interaction.
Date Written: July 11, 2016
*Image of The Big Bang Theory giphy by CBS.
Coronavirus: COVID-19
A knock upon my chambered door, silence foregone, it goes ignored,
Too feeble I, coldness instills, lain I awry e'er filled with chills,
Vice convince spree goes on toiling, thrice has it been, owned its spoiling,
My eyes have seen, I've read the news, tried ears have be, shunned knocked sound blues,
Scores abound knocked chambered door, roars I cannot, for I am sore,
Then suddenly, a stillness had come, my chambered door, went silently numb,
So I, read on, of coronavirus, tis recent so hence be it naught an antivirus,
Kept abreast of things albeit online, inducement, the spread, signs, all be I fine,
Cawing gawked my chambered window, peering through midst raised crescendo,
A black raven tis annoyance it is the calling, disturbance afoot, perpetual cawing,
A chapter be read, of the ailment, fear breeds in verses, amongst confinement,
As a bird scrutinize, belittles my illness, with a litany of awk, pesty nuisances,
Fatal passages beset home and town, beat I the averages, best all around,
A door and window, be I immune, alas, a dreaded raven befalls its lampoon.
2020 March 12
*2nd Place*
Coronavirus COVID-19
~~Team PoetrySoup: Judged 2020 May 12
Brewing a temperamental storm in its hurt
Hot and heavy for our once marvellous heart
Death’s shadow creeps in the once blue lagoon
Attempting to flush us down the dark side of the moon
Our humanity seeks definition in it's arrested development
'cause it’s a clear violation to exist without inducement
Seven billion signatories signed a petition to turn a blind eye
As a handful of dignitaries sighed indifference whilst so many continueed to die
To have lived in Africa and never having seen a wild animal
Our children will grow up deprived of mother nature's endearment - this is criminal!
To never have climbed and fallen out of a tree is to never have known true freedom
And to continue ignoring the ‘Earth Song’ is to relinquish our own kingdom
So as we stand erect at the top of the food chain
Proud of our accomplishments and toast ostentatiously to a flawed campaign
We slowly suffocate on the fumes of our own parasitic self-indulgence
'cause the now forgotten parable – of the blue marble – doesn’t pivot around our existence
08-13-2015
Contest:
Mystic Rose's NEW FRONTIERS OR GREATER CONSCIOUSNESS
Hour hands clock back sixty minutes of Autumn
Round about this same of month every year, what a bum
er, and inconvenient truth diverged from this chum
purposelessly manipulating a hold over
sans yesteryear doth drum
a sensation of jet lag (with earth in the balance)
as if flying within time machine at warp speed from
this station, where bumpy ride invariably finds me
feeling a bit ticked off and glum
and in no mood to rhyme, nor be leer re: cull
juiced barely tantamount to gather scattered wits
sin tide, and express mood as hoe hum
fortunate, this chronological seismic shift nada wide, ah assume
nonetheless, mein kempf cerebral hemispheric plate tectonics
comb pluck hated off jangling black keys helplessly boom
fancifully drifting and booring into quick ribald sand trap doom
ming an inducement for emergency convoy, when pitched from
sea to figurative shining sea – gram ma mother earth glum
where live yikyak wired vanguard trulia tried optimism to hum
nonetheless, swallowed down behavioral sink went – me mum
bling bloviation, once worth matchless peerage, now pitched numb
lee into morass of temporary confusion, where plumb
line delineating circadian rhythm offset, when athwart pilot rum
man strait ting and bickering with Lilliputians slum
bring within islets of langerhans defiantly thumb
ming nose, where body, mind & soul weeknd viz a bully did cower
hence mister clock, who got high-jacked 3600 seconds per hour
experienced head, thorax and abdomen diminishing in power
wrought indistinguishable Whitsuntide as sour
grapes imposing ill fitting sea legs, which folded like a faulty tower
crumbling skeletal carapace, resoundingly surrendered,
and back slid vis a vis space/time continuum did devour.
Black hole event horizon indeed kept lock step as das joint mill hoard
Sucker punched the band wagon of father time, whose riffs a silent chord
nsync with atomic fractional second bored
quirky shenanigans toying with chronometers
counter point of view shifted to oppose this minute accord.
you've fallen and you can't get up
life seems to be colder on the ground
maybe you had a helping hand
or perhaps she just stuck out her foot
and helped you tripped down
with her head turn to the side
and a little, I didn't do it grin
now flat on your back
and your ass is cold and wet
your thinking
what we must all think
Why me
how could this happen to me
did I write it that well
did I phrase to hell
was it sang to the mill (million)
Why Me
why the hell me
did on going physical poverty know of your plans
did inducement of hunger play her role
with your scheming schemes
of miss using and abusing
for a greater good
bullishness never seem to say
slavery in such a better way
so why me?
Time and Time again
Uncle Poppy sat on Brutus's back
Brutus stood still never to move a jot
So in order to offer an inducement
In the lead was Molly sent
Uncle Poppy mounted Brutus,
__sat on it's back----
Then flanked Brutus
----gave it a slap-----
Worst thing he ever did
Instead going up the hill
Down the incline he sped
Bolting, dropping Uncle Poppy on his head
Rolling and sliding on his belly
Greening his clothes and splitting his welly
Denting his ego, scrambling his brain
Wreaking havoc with excruiating pain
He groaned and writhed, cussed his luck
Swearing me to secrecy of the act
Of Brutus's bad behaviour and open defiance
Shattering his trust and forged alliance
But as fading memories eases ancient pain
He recovered lost memories and tried again
Once again mounted Brutus, straddled his back
Brutus moved neither and inch nor forward a jot
Such an enchanting spectacle was gleaned
By Pusey a friend from many adventures shared
Who shouted," get down, I will take the ride
A mule is a mule, a ride is a ride
And gingerly jumped on Brutus's back
Flanked Brutus ---gave it a slap---
Brutus swayed and turned, bucked and kicked
On the concrete hard ground was Pusey shipped
Then suddenly motionless as if dead
We poured cold water over Pusey's head.
Brutus had that look on his face
Daring any other to take Pusey's place.
Molly shook her head as if to say
How can you entertain a mule who doesn't play?
How can you get on a mule's back
Flank it, give it a slap?
Mules are meant to be stubborn and free
He is the son of Molly the mare
And Rufus the Jackass
Hardly pedigree
Wouldn't you agree.
Amplify God’s compassion and love,
Biblical messages are bound to impart;
Cooperation among brothers and sisters,
Divine reflection in action and in words.
Exudes enthusiasm in charity,
Fortified towers of prayers nights and days;
Gestures of sympathy to the poor and lowly,
Happiness at times of sorrow and disgrace.
Inducement to attend church services,
Just treatment and respect for others;
Kinship affection to friends and strangers,
Law-abiding child of God in all places.
Miracles of Jesus working big or small,
Noble act of kindness to dreary souls;
Open-arm, open-heart with listening ears,
Perseverance that begets passionate cares.
Quick to rescue those who’re helpless,
Repertoire of our God’s mercy is boundless;
Soft replenishing words of wisdom,
Thanksgiving is telling about God’s Kingdom.
Unity and Harmony with one another,
Victorious union to the Son, Holy Spirit, the Father;
Working hard to spread good news with devotion
Xperiences with the Lord in spiritual breakthrough.
Yearning a renewed baptismal vow in consecration,
Zeal on doing goodness, more blessings come to you!
July 19, 2020
12.38pm
WINNER (SEE CONGRATS BELOW)
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Whatever our gifts-a loaf of bread, a tiny coin, a mighty blessing, or an amazing talent-each gift matters. Whatever our gifts, our gifts become miracles when we share them with God and with God's people.
-by Rev. Pastor E. Damilig
United Methodist Church, Baguio City 8/2/20
(A personal poem has also been posted here. It was written on the same date before seeing the sample poem for the contest. The title is "Sharing My Blessings")
Winter Cabin Reality
by Odin Roark
The storm door
Improperly closed
Bangs violently
The clapboard shedding
White paint chips
Wounds without first aid
Flecks of age
Mixing with the drifting snow
Walls shudder with the gusts
Windowpanes rattle their death threat
Should one shatter
Beware flood gates of frozen forever
When will guardians arrive
The stewards of their weary retreat
Providing solace for this place
We so willing endure
Harsh punishment
This loneliness of disuse
The fear of abandonment
Looming
Looming
Always looming
Such anxiety for...
In order...
In order to...
Appease elements restless
Unhappy
Feeling forsaken
The stove sad
Laboring for no one
The refrigerator longing
Waiting like a giant petri dish
Anxious to be opened and examined
Bed covers squirm amidst
Nature's innate seekers of shelter
Six-leggers pass four-leggers in the night
Perplexed
Wondering
Where is everyone?
Field mice
The basements fortress of faith
Anticipate the happy slogging
Of drunken feet above
The excess food celebrated not
Falling through spaces of beamed flooring
Affording reserves for future seasons of need
Thus awaits the wilderness shelter
Determined to remain creative
As temperatures drop even lower
On this little respected life-saver
Multiple-soul make-over haven
Urban's satellite arbiter for sanity
Earnestly it awaits yesterday's loyally
Its generational-visitor relay
Its reason to hold on
Its inducement
To stay whole
Just one more year
Crunching snow outside raises hope
Two mice
Three spiders
One gentle squirrel share
"Got to be more than a bear"
Dare I think of you?
Lead into temptation
I dance in danger
of falling -
falling,
into a turbulent inducement:
a tantalizing, dangerous liaison,
yet awaking dormant,
quiescent fantasy.
Still falling
free fall, no control,
no safety net, no way back.
Be still my beating heart...
still -
still dreaming
of a life less ordinary:
Latent passion lascivious and
lazily seductive.
Delicious sensuality......
but still sensible
I return to familiar stability.
Awake now, not daring
to dream. Quietude
calming my reverie.
Time passes
Passions fade,
normality returns.
Mundane convention covers
clandestine delusion.
Still now,
Still in the safety
of proclivity,
yet always remembering
that once I dared to dream
Be a simple task to forget. Actions deliver lustier than words.
Eagerness and dedication offer blessings and rewards.
Sacred Heart is a symbol of goodness that propels us to confer back.
Only those who dare to rise will find out how afar they can whack.
Gorgeous welfare relies on the strength to remit and forget.
Our worst fears revel in wolves, keeping our most severe threat.
Our action is led based on value versus our abet.
Divergent roads can lead to a single lane if you can't bet.
Time spent finding a voice is never lost; you will have a tone.
Horizon shifting bears fresh Joy to the younger setting sun.
Encounters of recent things, pick to view a ray of fresh sunshine.
You embrace feelings in myriad ways stages of the lifespan.
Correct what you did wrong to enhance your performance.
An innate sense of reality works wonders, even if it's for once.
Nuance is a blessing; it bends to figure out your place.
Theorize how powerful is the paradox of division and coherence.
Inducement could grasp the start of a hinged flurry.
Grin and strive for yourself and create your mystery.
Natural law is harmed by humanity; Divine intent is always holy.
Overlooked or ignored cannot throb the ego; you are the sanity.
Remorse let you pace to repair it; you're still alive or be angry.
Embrace one's intuition is less harmful than being placed scary.
Your life is well crafted; the Lord is behind lines guiding you.
Over life, you will lose many things; all pledged to Lord accrue.
Until you do wondrous deeds to be heard, no one can ignore you.
A false perspective from the drug
adversity confirm the slug
to cover my lost space, a plug
the prior years seem lost to tug!
Some remnant, some impersonal shrug
has cast me down to this exchange
my livelihood must rearrange
to manifest this new derange!
A blob of entity enhanced
to fill the cabinet of chance,
prescriptions meriting advance
now solemn to emotions stance!
Racked up by fetishes, now dance
to fool's charade, this modern lure
the note, addiction is the slur
while I the victim hide the stir!
Oh courage, grant me not impure
conditioning that I lose concur,
as time becomes enslavement's bear
free gracefully my lost fight's share.
To modify this pagan scare
inducement is the rub, beware
concern my choices ~ my up there
INHERITOR, claim your own self-care!