Best Insinuate Poems
It's used as an afterthought, fattening festive
arrangements for Mother's Day, Easter,
someone's birthday. An underrated vine,
enhancing center-stage flowers whose star-power
doesn't wear well. It's the "coming attraction"
that's there after the clapping dies down,
replanted by doorstep or gravestone. "Grow,"
I say, "Change my life with your traveling beauty,
your common denominator, your scrawling
signature seldom sought for autographs.
Snaking around graves at our family plot,
it's an ongoing gift, out-giving the giver
with its "overwhelming darkness", reminding us
where there is life, there is also death. Surviving,
thriving in hanging pots the less hardy exit,
it surprises and delights, reaching down from limbs
of trees for soil, unchallenged there in pine straw
until tender tendrils insinuate their way
to daylight through tapestries of needles
When the ivy becomes dense, I will know
you are there: ivy of my heart, ivy of essence,
the graceful way it swings and sways, how
it takes to new habitat in the way you, Julie,
cut a swath through New York City after lifetimes
in the easy South. We are old souls, older
than the hedera, cousin to ginseng, reminder
of the movement of the heavens, the ability
to bring things together. You were shelter,
the poets' headpiece, bringing peace
to my household. Resurrection and rebirth,
Julie, in this Easter of ivy.
Categories:
insinuate, friendshipeaster, cousin,
Form:
Narrative
I’ve an anger which cannot be hidden!
A burning passion that comes unbidden!
My Soul desolated with grievous rage,
reacts with furious justified outrage!
Occasioned by the offences of ignorance,
bigotry, discrimination and intolerance!
Though evil are the ravages of vandalism,
they pale to the magnitude of racialism!
Colour, creed, even the shape of the eye
is little enough to make bigots cry:
“He’s not of us! He’s a different breed!”
“Watch him close or he’ll do us an ill deed!”
There is no cause for remarks such as these,
but pestilent views are like a disease!
Some ill chosen words expressed in vague
terms, insinuate like a fatal plague!
Ethnic slurs in the guise of humour, fester!
With but one angry response one protester,
can incite more slander, which raging out of hand,
foments a backlash! Runs rampant! Inflames the land!
But racism is a sword with a two edged blade!
It cleaves not only those on whom it’s laid
but those who scorn to curb their vicious tongue
from whom such defamatory words have sprung!
Can we not accept those who are not as us?
Must we blame the innocent for the fuss
instigated by such biased perception?
Let us quash ignorance at its inception,
or by default we shall be guilty too!
By using diverse conceits we construe
to make imprudent acts lawful decrees!
While disregarding all impassioned pleas
for tolerance! Unless we denounce this blight,
or take a stand and with fortitude, to fight
and end disharmony, discord and dislike!
Racialism and hatred will flourish alike!
Rhymer April 1st, 2017.
Categories:
insinuate, anger,
Form:
Rhyme
Methinks Mine Earlier Rhyme Came Across Desperate...
For Hard Cold Cash
This small medium at large
kibitzer did appear
more brash (albeit) poetically,
and insinuate with soft pedal blare
perhaps at the expense of dare
ring to losing followers, this crash
test dummies star performer
did not mean to ensnare,
perhaps hypnotically tugged
heartstrings with his flair
analogous to birds eye glare
ruffling tail feathers of
a frosty buoy hoar gull (hare
reed) loon seething with hormonal
secretion and the brink to engineer
foolproof mating elaborate fanfare,
when bytes of my obviously clear
expression to succor minted heir
to a fortune (courtesy
anonymous philanthropist), now leer
re: asper point blank plea
for wads of moolah, but mere
lee issuing agitation where
substantial outlay to repair
(passenger side rear)
brake assembly, the automotive
technician espied situation where,
abrasion and erosion clear
as day, which critical assessment
warranted me to declare
an immediate affirmative
decision, which near
broke ma stainless steel piggy bank
to tune of six hundred bucks - hair
reed, an understatement, almost near
lee six months to the day, a prior reap
pair cost similar dollar figure,
which even at present
found yours truly still in despair,
then only to experience,
sans "FAKE" foreseer
(as ordained by Oracle
of Delphi) despite prayer
for me to vouchsafe share
ring at least one daily
compliment to the missus - neh veer
being privy (during our
twenty second plus year)
of whetted bull
lust stick missile exchanges, there
came shortfall of forced favorable blare
ring of said utterenced, thus superstition
an ugly head didst rear.
Categories:
insinuate, addiction, culture, green, heaven,
Form:
Bio
Boss Lady! Boss Lady? Whatever do you mean?
Do you mean I’m hip, I’m fly, I’m stylish, what?
Do I accept an accolade, or are you being snide?
Or is it innuendo; yes… true, that just could be it too.
Of course, you could be like one, who scoffs at his own issues;
for he is in denial, and refuses to resolve them.
What that means quite frankly dear is that you are insecure;
and women who assert themselves just scare the pants off you,
but you won’t tell that either.
What could you lose but childishness if once you would admit?
This better half of you in me has more than half a mind, and works.
So well it works, (the female brain) you hardly can admit it; instead
Your first defense is always, “women just don’t get it”.
And there you go, that wall goes up and words… they just don’t matter;
then reason doesn’t stand a chance, you say, “Oh, you’re so damn frus-tra-ting”.
If you would relax and keep quite still, it will not take long to see,
the things Boss lady can not do she smiles and calls for you.
The reason friend is fairly simple, we make what’s called a team.
Boss ladies do insinuate, but only to implore,
you must stand tall, or you will fall, as prey to an imposter ;
Just recognize the one who sighs, though cute, is what? An interloper.
Categories:
insinuate, girlfriend-boyfriend
Form:
Burlesque
KISMET
If ever the mind could decipher the mien of an intuited presence,
Would it insinuate that which is understood?
It is never a thing to perceive, that intuited presence that goes unseen.
Once it appears in audible form, it seems to grasp a shape from a line in the wall.
The figure rune becomes known.
It is like counting sheep to doze off.
The night air blows through the window.
You look beyond.
Your apprehension converts your thoughts.
Doom is the calamity of your psychic powers.
By God pulpits the sun,
Insofar as the moon is no longer disclosed.
****
In tribute of Josephine Louise Miles (June 11, 1911 – May 12, 1985) who was an American poet and literary critic and the first woman tenured in the English Department at the University of California, Berkeley.[1] She wrote over a dozen books of poetry and several works of criticism. I am inspired by her poem Dialogue.
Dialogue
Silence comes down the street to us in the shape
Of those three girls.
They are going to walk past us.
Dampen down
The big brag of our coffee morning.
Hush up
Our open mouths with their billions of words.
Quiet falls.
Now we come walking into this big silence
Heavy as doom,
_____________________________________|
Psalmist Thumb!
Categories:
insinuate, anxiety, imagery, imagination, senses,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
A lady I knew called Griselda
Collected shoes just like Imelda*
But she’d such cheesy feet
When she walked down the street
Folk secretly called her Ismelldya!
*Imelda Marcos owned at least 1200 pairs of shoes
NB
After being on the site for over 7 years people are well aware of my style and love of writing the limerick form. If i write a bawdy limerick it is noted in the title and if folk insinuate my work is pornographic I can only pity them
I will not be deterred by bloggers and will not stop writing limericks or funny poems. I’ll never stop trying to make folk smile and have a laugh and forget their troubles for a while
1/5/2021
Categories:
insinuate, how i feel, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
who knew?
firstoff, i wish to say, but not overdo,
that i never knew, what the new gnu knew
he never really said very much, and i knew
he wouldn't as such, since, being a new gnu
he hadn't much clue 'bout what to do
the previous gnu had a more worldly view
from Kalamazoo journeyed east to Timbuktu
beyond Katmandu south, down to old Peru
been many places, wore out many a shoe
but always believed that he'd come through
he got entangled with a bit of a shrew
a South American sheep, a hot-blooded ewe
that took every opportunity to scold and spew
venomous accusations that were mostly untrue
she really raised a big hullabaloo
he, being the good gnu we all knew
tried to smooth her feathers, to gently subdue
her wild angers towards that wildebeest
but, to little avail to say the least
yet it was the best the old gnu knew to do
he bleated that his love for her was true
she neighed loudly that no, they were through
she saw him now, from a whole different view
said she was leaving, that he should not pursue
for all she cared, he could turn into glue
she knew now she wanted the new gnu to woo
the new gnu knew amorously what would quickly ensue
but couldn't overcome with analytical review
certainty of grief from passions point of view
love's cliff came careening into abysmal view
"Ewe are what I want" the new gnu cried anew
in turn the ewe replied "i will always love you"
we'll build a life we always wanted, long overdue
have many children, a whole herd, a gnu ewe crew
we'll be happy ever after, in our own petting zoo
the new gnu thought he'd just follow through
but things went awry, let's say, far askew
the new gnu knew he'd met his own Waterloo
it wasn't long, you know, 'fore the ewe went skidoo
without even so much as a fond adieu
then the new gnu and the old gnu began to renew
a friendship, from which they both, had withdrew
i don't wish to insinuate, and not misconstrue
the bond of companionship the gnus lovingly grew
when old bonds are severed another comes on cue
now the gnus know what all beings should too
happiness and contentment depends on your view
you never know what the turn of your screw
in pursuit of a felicity, unknown hitherto
gets new gnu possibilities coming out of the blue
...thank you...
© Goode Guy 2013-05-31
Categories:
insinuate, adventure, animal, love, lust,
Form:
Rhyme
Too long have I been staring at this cruel blank page before me,
My crazed, hysteric mind screaming and imploring
I know there is a message that's dying to come out—
I need to fill this confounded page without the slightest doubt!
It's a simple predicament to manipulate,
Into a mass of thought
A futile attempt to insinuate,
Weak hints are left with naught
I sit here in silent desperation,
What can fill this page?
I slap myself in indignation,
My eagerness becoming rage!
Like roaches sporadically running from light
My thoughts are but a haze
The words I write just don't seem right,
On this cruel blank page!
Categories:
insinuate, angst, confusion, depression, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
Beware the “Reader” Phishing Scam
By Elton Camp
I had considered myself practically immune to phishing scams, but I found out differently last night. While I was doing some online searches, just as I often do, when my virus scan noted that a trojan type virus had made its way onto my computer, but that it had been removed. Thankful for the virus protection, I continued to work. After a few minutes, a familiar looking red logo with the word “Reader” suddenly appeared, asking to install the latest update. “That’s Adobe Reader,” I foolishly assumed and clicked for the update from the useful and trusted provider.
To my dismay, the bogus “Reader” and two other programs began to insinuate themselves and there was no clickable option to decline them. I soon learned a concept new to me called “bundling.” Unwelcome pop-ups began to appear, offering “financial” advice and opportunities. Far worse, key words in my hundreds of poems and articles posted online were instantly converted into blue hyperlinks that led to a highly questionable source. Readers of my online material were also about to undergo attack if they clicked any of the hyperlinks!
I quickly went to Control Panel and uninstalled the three bogus programs. The hyperlinks vanished and no more pop-ups appeared. After several more minutes, my usually excellent virus scanner apparently caught on to what had taken place and informed me of the “bundling” and gave an option to delete the material.
I had let the word “Reader” and the knock-off logo of Adobe Reader deceive me. Don’t let this happen to you!
Categories:
insinuate, angst, me,
Form:
Prose
I don't mind if you climb inside
This stump I left behind
This lump of rot whose body parts
Broke free of dotted lines
Pluck a tooth, score a limb
Scrawl a note or two
In this lair of desert air
There's room for both of you
Odds and ends amidst the mud
Insinuate a face
A thin disguise free of love
Cheeks the wind erased
An alibi for skin and hair
Where only dust resides
Crumbled like an arid lie
Free of human fear
So grab some stringy gristle
A brittle part will do
Or a compact mass of bone and grass
With the mellow scent of dew
I don't mind if you grin or pout
If you're whole or if you're broken
Despite my rugged gutter mouth
My door is always open
Written by © Raven Drake
Categories:
insinuate, bereavement, dark, death, dream,
Form:
Lyric
BIRTH OF NEW IDEAS IS INVENTIONS MADE.
YOUR INQUIRIES INSINUATE.
AMBITIONS GET YOU UP AND ON THE GO.
THEREFORE, SET YOUR GOALS.
OPTIMIZATION MAXIMIZES FUNCTIONALITY.
PERFECT...
WONDERFUL IS THE WORLD YOU LIVE IN.
KNOW THAT LIFE IS WHAT YOU MAKE IT!
UTOPIA IS THE IDEAL PLACE.
UNTIL DEATH…
Sponsor: Dave Wood
Contest Name: Life is what YOU make it!
Entry Date: Thu, March 06, 2014
Motif: Life is what YOU make it!
Categories:
insinuate, adventure, birth, business, career,
Form:
Couplet
I use them all the time
But I don't really know.
What they say or convey
Mere thoughtlessness or more?
I've seen them being used,
Excessively at times.
Where words didn't make it
The dots would suffice.
I hate the impact they have
Leaving you yearning for more
Unnerving and confounding
Indefinite conclusions I loathe
The dots in the end
Of some words desolate
Abandoned by the creator
For the other to insinuate...
Categories:
insinuate, confusionwords,
Form:
Rhyme
" Because I Love You "
Don't hold your breath too long
for everything you said was wrong,
insulting my love for you, keeps playing over and over like a sad song
am I nothing more than a tease, dirt from your ribs ?
remember Adam, I myself can no longer keep loving you in the third person,
Adam, I seek no justice, I know how to walk these gardens alone
I never asked for your heart, only your company and friendship
every other day fell into place, with love, respect and protection
should you banish me, insinuate things like a God ?
Why do you mock me, and cut me the way others do ?
Adam, your sword is much powerful than mine,
I read your chapter,
you spoke and said you won't walk through The Gardens of Goliath
Adam, does it matter now, your slingshot took me down
I did not mean to tarnish us, or make you feel the apple peel
my heart is not of evil, why do you crucify me, as if I took a second bite ?
I entered a realm, where I knew Adam's Apple would be the best
again, you did not speak, nor set rules with boundries,
as I did when I revealed the name of the Snake, which comes in two
for you I will move on, and be strong, knowing I will long for your touch
as I did before we exchanged our first kiss
I can never undo the bite, however, I can take down the elegance of my words
remove it from the devils dusty path, I wish no harm, nor reminder of what was...
By Poet - Eve
Categories:
insinuate, beauty, bible, break up,
Form:
Epic
One who has nothing to show off is boasting to himself on the stage.
Macbeth though sat on the blood stained throne he would soon be dethroned
by his own slaughtered hands because he became a king by killing his own king.
Why are you, then, mounting your high horse? You will be thrown out from that stage soon or later, just like Macbeth.
If you are a clown you may be an object of mockery
but your awkward gestures may occasionally induce
active sympathy from the audiences.
Why are you flapping the wings of arrogance?
Though you are not even a clown
but a foolish snob incapable to insinuate through a jest
sarcastically about the whole of this world’s hypocrisy
[who shall I to blame for my height;
Father? He is the one who bore me to see this world,
Mother? She is the one who taught me the meaning of love.]
Actually, I am not short
but a bunch of idiotic dwarfs come together
toasting wine glasses in the air shouting “my height is the standard.”
Categories:
insinuate, allegory, allusion,
Form:
Free verse
I AM FEAR.
I am fear,
The chair without legs,
I am fear
Carrying a dry chest
With bold inscription of
Neglect.
I am fear
Darkness and regrets friend,
I have slept in my shameless
Shell,
As I heard
Hell never smells,
What will be my rent if
She swells
Like the balloons head?
Inside is full of sweat
Still, I can't take a step,
I missed the gentle air
Following towards excel,
Should I spank myself
Or who do I tell that I fear
Even before taste?
As you calculate, those
Outside speculate,
Many would insinuate that
Your date would eventually
Fail.
I let them say cause
There heart is a cage
Who accommodates permanent
Stains.
HABIB AKEWUSOLA.
Categories:
insinuate, art
Form:
Ballade