Best Insinuates Poems
Chartreuse moss insinuates itself
into cracked brick as leprous eucalyptus
line the path, fallen leaves contorted
into coral spines on weathered terra cotta.
Traveling between the trees I stumble
upon one sinewy stalk in a lithe tuft
heralding the second coming of a lily.
May's slate gray
muffles the air until I hear
the chameleon trill
of a mockingbird.
Categories:
insinuates, nature,
Form:
Alliteration
I welcome change
For I realize this life as a journey
Travelling insinuates progress
Progress means change
...of scenery, of events, of climate
Everyday I search
Treading one small step in front of yet another step
Travelling in a world of discovery and understanding
Today I see in me more than I did yesterday
The more I forge forward
The more I am enlightened
Hence the more I improve
I change and upgrade my goals out of newer acumen
I discard my old values like worn out tyres
Thankful to them for having brought me this far
For the journey to continue
I must swiftly replace the worn tyres of old values
With the newly retreaded ones
...of newer, higher, and better values
Yesterday, this day was only an imagination
Today it is a reality,
But since I have attained it, shall I stop travelling?
Nay, that is against Nature’s Law
This horizon has enabled me to perceive
... a far more beautiful end which I couldn’t yesterday perceive
Nor could I ever have perceived it any way had I not travelled this far
To it I feel drawn
To it I feel summoned with urgency
To it I must let my destiny flow
To it I must ensure my efforts guide me
For in it must be the clue for my next thrill
Such is the nature of travel
Such is the nature of humans
And I am only human
Categories:
insinuates, lifenature, me, old, me,
Form:
Narrative
Patriots we are
Ashen through war
To a more promising today.
Ruminant mammals as warlords
Insinuates the future of glory to come.
Open to emigration from across waters
Today is our day
Significant to determine a stronger unity.
People of the United States of America
Educate your minds innately.
Our focus is for greatness in a better way.
Plausibility is our qualifying state.
Love, peace, and harmony are what we search for nowadays.
Equanimity is our religious situation.
P eople of unity
A ssemble as one
T o form a greater purpose.
R ebels for a cause
I s not a threat to others
O nly a stronger walk.
T his is our country.
I deals are now.
C ome patriotisms unto the clouds to celebrate.
P arade so grandiose
E njoyed by all
O stentatious vainglorious
P raise triumphant
L ong live the USA.
E nvision events that fulfills our people and our states.
________________________|
PENNED ON JUNE 30, 2014!
Categories:
insinuates, america, birthday, courage, culture,
Form:
Acrostic
Who is he who skips the mountains crest
and in the forest takes his play
who wanders flowering meadows blest
and paints her majestic peaks by day
Who roars like a bear emerging from his den
rises from the sun rays shadow
and walks within the misty glen
He casts his pigment panegyric to adorn
to the art of beauty has his soul he's sworn
Plaited music to the rising hills
and lack of virtue does lament
insinuates the want of justice
in images our minds can print
He bubbles forth like fountains
which escapes the rocky cleft
one cannot ignore his passings
without him our cores bereft
Thought frightening his acquired skills
he's hidden his gems within
so blinding is his casing
the breadth of imagination there begin
Who is he who opens his hands
to show the colors of his world
whose arms are the strength of captains
where the banners lay unfurled
So casts his umbra like a rainbows wake
through the veil of his heart does life partake
And madden hearts of maidens
blazed the trails of his quest
in rich diversity is he laden
what is his name , have you guessed
Some have named him legend
and to his core he's prime
he's entertained the multitudes
deep is the well of captured mind
I put forth the question
where can his like be found
his grace upon inspection
and in it's wax be drown
The edges of his borders
are not yet mapped and plain
for he has concealed traits
he has buried deep within
He seems not to understand
the skills he's left untapped
another side that's left alone
within it's fear is capped
So in my words I've framed him
a lesser picture of his soul
I counted him among the men
where womens hearts have been made whole
Whilst I realize this is one of those short
diversions from what I usually write
while I know he does not see himself
this way many do.......but this is how
I see him
COPYRIGHT © 2010 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Categories:
insinuates, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Seeing, what others want us to see,
Invigorate ‘them’, by subduing our plea.
Tears inside, still continuing with a glee,
Temporal affiance, desisting us to be free.
If this is life then what are we?
Condign figurine, maneuver by thee.
Even if we wish to, cannot flee,
Hypocrisy insinuates a denouement spree.
This world! A forlorn tree,
Subtle roots, nix flowers to be.
Living in the jungle of heartless “HE”
Don’t snatch my heart, I prithee,
In the name of God, let me---------- be ME.
Categories:
insinuates, courage, dedication, deep, freedom,
Form:
Acrostic
The larval stage that insinuates
a protective agony made of silk
Interlaces incipience quilted diametrically
Which twitches against cogitation and reasoning closing in...
The same as guilt
Or what guilt started as.
Unforeseen contingency's photo flash
An illusion based on disappointment.
Crime.
Each searching for a way to Each searching for a way to multiply
Or the beauty to escape life's cocoon
without wings.
Moving without strings guided towards confusion.
The maze made of milk.
So I tell myself, "Everything will be OK."
But why do I feel worthless...
When what I'm getting is good for me?
Surprise! Feelings don't change until you do
Society fakes the facade as usual
And crime stays...
So I use words as wings and fly, fly away.
2/4/2016
Categories:
insinuates, muse,
Form:
Free verse
I was working out on the elliptical machine in the gym, feeling good and watching
the "Calories Burnt" number climb higher and higher.
Then, I noticed a rather shapely and attractive woman step off of the machine two
rows in front of me. As she turns and faces me, I cannot help but notice that the
nipples on her rather large breasts are erect and pressing against her sweat
soaked, tight t-shirt.
When working out, and at other times as well, I suppose, I sometimes drift off and
just stare into space not really cognizant of what I am looking at while lost in
thought.
I must have been doing this as this young woman started walking towards me on
her way to the drinking fountain.
She stops abruptly in front of me and says, rather curtly, "Why don't you take a
picture?"
Snapping out of my temporary coma, I respond, "I'm sorry - what?"
"You seem to be staring at my breasts," she rudely insinuates.
Now, at times like this, in a confrontational moment, I like to try to immediately get
on the attack and, sometimes, in my panic to do so, I can say the stupidest things.
In this case, I come back with, "Are your nipples pointing at me!?"
"What!?"
"Your nipples. They seem to be pointing at me!"
"I assure you, I cannot control what my nipples do."
"And I," I smugly reply, "Cannot control what my eyes do."
"You could look away," she challenges.
"And you could wear a thicker sports bra or sweatshirt", I respond.
At this she just glares at me with hate in her eyes and steam emitting from her ears.
I stare back with my smug grin, alternating my look between her eyes and her
breast.
So, of course, you know, we made wild passionate love in the equipment room at
the back of the gym.
And, just before we climaxed in a frenzied, naked and sweaty embrace, ...
... I woke up from my nap on the couch.
This is when I got up, changed into my sweatpants and went to the gym for a
workout.
Categories:
insinuates, lifeme, woman, me,
Form:
Narrative
A Polite Warning. The Following poem is somewhat steamy. Not explicit, but explicit in
inference. If this sort of thing offends you, then please be considerate and don’t read
it. Thank you.
Naked Flamenco
( A sultry summer night spent together
With ardour between us growing
She whispered, “Let me dance for you”
I agreed, little knowing………………. )
Binding spells of mysterious wanting
Soft dark her eyes looked
Into the shades of my mind
An enchantress of fantasy
She etched her velvet pattern
On veiled secrets
Parted
Dangerous lashes flutter desirous
In emerald peacock pupils
Midnight burnished hair let fall
In captivating tangles
To full ephemeral corners
Of soft bitten lip
Coy damp line drawn on her cheek
Captivated
Her expression acknowledges
With known provoking smiles
Eye lights shine saying “already mine”
With twisting flamenco poised
Sensual arm insinuates to finger tip
And eventide's rose is pale skinned
And naked
Curved line from ankle
Writes portents to the nape of her neck
Through black tousled sexual spinal blades
Shoulder dipping
Quivers her femininity to rising breasts
While arched longing
Mouths the indescribable tactile seconds
Of her promontory dancing
Patient in toe tip exquisite she places
Penchant elegance
Of her naked ballet
The ribbon swirl of vanished gossamer dress
Depicted wing-ed arms
She rises a surrealistic
Flight of angels created
In soft light air brushed forms
Of muscle, rib cage, bones and tendons
Body writhed centres eclipse
On pubic between
The epitome of gestalts navel breathing
I shudder Goosebumps of enthralling
Built by such grace of a heavenly
Consecrated female
Led beyond mere heated needing
To a place resplendent
With sheer un-tameable and un-nameable beauty
Guitar stringing twangs the milliseconds
Of her overture
Spanish castanets tap click fervent
Pronouncing the rhythm of my heart
Naked pale formed Goddess
Gently rips from me
Every appreciations confession of
Perfections contours
Fine satin sheen hairs risen
Beading sweats slight trickle
Aroused by my infatuation
Nipples stiffen
And I am drawn from and by
Heavy breath to music’s ending
To land in her presence
Panting
She has seen through me
Every century of a woman’s glory
And with a slow beckoning finger
Her eager eyes
Tell me
It is so
Categories:
insinuates, girlfriend-boyfriend, love, mystery, passionlonging,
Form:
Free verse
In times of transition, as we walk a tightrope of hopelessness, the shadow comes to claim us.
The shadow descends, reminding us that there is no way out of the endless darkness.
The shadow screams at the top of its lungs, “there is no hope my child.
Your destiny is to wander in dark places with quenchless thirst for a new beginning.”
The shadow surreptitiously insinuates itself into every aspect of our perception.
The shadow ensures that when trials come they descend like an avalanche,
And we feel like the darkness is infinite and that all things begin and end in suffering.
But all shadows need light to accent their darkness.
There can be no shadow without light.
And while a shadow is delimited by shape and form, light is endless and eternal.
There can be no shadow without light, and the light from which the shadow garners strength is endless and eternal.
I do not express this through emotion or inspiration, as my emotions are buried beneath the debris of depression’s languid odor.
All I sense and smell, all I feel or see is darkness enveloping me in the deception of the shadow.
But there is a knowledge of light that cannot be vanquished.
And it is with this knowledge that I declare that all shadows must eventually succumb to the light which begets them.
And this light is wondrous and glorious.
This light is more than enough to lift me to the sky and beyond.
And so I say, even in the grips of hopelessness, that light is the truth of all things and this light has claimed me.
Categories:
insinuates, dark, light, light, me,
Form:
Blank verse
my parched eyes watch torrents of rain
lashing the glass windows
of my chic office on the seventeenth floor
can't hear the tinkling of drops
or rumbling of clouds though
the sound obscured by engineered acoustics
I shut my eyes and it comes singing to me-
the sound of dripping roof of my childhood home
the resonant chorus insinuates the clamor inside.
how I want to run amok in the rain outside these walls!
how my expensive suit and svelte heels stifle my desire!
I ache and pine, a bird with clipped wings
captive in a golden cage.
rain, rain-I pray, do me a favor today
wash away my sagacity and wise adulthood
reverse the metamorphosis I’ve been through
seep into my locked pores
free out the innocent child I was once
lick my tired hands
to once more transform scraps of paper into boats
cleanse my eyes of ambition
effulge the effervescent joy and energy
dilute my blood now viscous
into frothy ebullience tingling my veins
tousle and crush my silk parasol
soak me head to toe in sky’s curative water instead
drain away the worldly perfumes and essence
and fill my nostrils with pure petrichor.
Written on 06/04/2016
Categories:
insinuates, rain,
Form:
Free verse
Sniffles, sneezes,
lovers wheeze, their breathing shallow,
sorrow now invests their meager fold;
gaslight bubbles, curtains flutter,
cold insinuates and takes a hold.
Misery, but wait, a spark,
a glimmer, and a faith unfurled,
for melodies from unseen places,
voices of a host of angels rise to recreate a world
where hope was lost and joy extinguished.
Music from a higher sphere
will permeate their still-born hearts,
repopulate their barren souls,
give credence to that well-flung dart
that makes two halves a whole.
Categories:
insinuates, inspirational,
Form:
Verse
...inspired by 'Black Tambourine' by Hart Crane
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The cellar is his bleak repose,
in concert with the cockroaches and flies;
there he wipes his runny nose,
toils the day long, sunshine tries,
insinuates through rough and crumbled boards.
Lessons can't assuage his conflicts,
the bottom of the pile, his heritage affords
no more, the atmosphere restricts
his breath. It leans against the wall,
his tarnished, dusty saxophone,
a measure of the time when he stood tall,
cadenzas blown with free and strident tone.
Categories:
insinuates, tribute, writing,
Form:
Quatrain
The cellar is his bleak repose,
in concert with the cockroaches and flies;
there he wipes his runny nose,
toils the day long, sunshine tries,
insinuates through rough and crumbled boards.
Lessons can't assuage his conflicts,
the bottom of the pile, his heritage affords
no more, the atmosphere restricts
his breath. It leans against the wall,
a tarnished, dusty saxophone,
a measure of the time when he stood tall,
cadenzas blown with free and strident tone.
Author Notes
...inspired by 'Black Tambourine' by Hart Crane.
*********
Black Tambourine
The interest of a black man in a cellar
mark tardy judgment on the world's closed door.
Gnats toss in the shadow of a bottle,
and a roach spans a crevice in the floor.
Aesop, driven to pondering, found
heaven with the tortoise and the hare;
fox brush and sow ear top his grave
and mingling incantations on the air.
The black man, forlorn in the cellar,
wanders in some mid-kingdom, dark, that lies,
between his tambourine, stuck on the wall,
and, in Africa, a carcass quick with flies.
Categories:
insinuates, music,
Form:
Quatrain
Inevitable happenings
Old age ushers
All sorts of pain
Awkward movement
Cloudy second childhood
Forgetfulness
Body in decline
Constipated feelings
Too much flatulence
Out of shape torso
Awkward motor response
Cracks and flaws unmask
Fear insinuates
Rigid obstinate ways
Dementia seizes
Hollow men
Hollow straws
Only death can save
Notice now
You do not know
Even your self
Life is first magic entrance
Then a comedic play
Finally forced tragic exit
God is gracious
Kindly reveals to man
Tells a fool he's a fool
Leon Enriquez
31 August 2014
Singapore
Categories:
insinuates, corruption,
Form:
Free verse
PLEASE CANCEL THAT MEET AND GREET
Instant insanity insinuates itself repeatedly but not on me
You know who they are because of their unconventional thinking
It’s the paranoid pathetic people as per that which I see
And those are the ones I blame for my drinking
Craziness comes crawling and calling too many times for me
And these people walk around saying “poor me-- this ain’t no fun”
Lunatics lay in wait for me to prove that which I see
Well these people ain’t sane so pour me, poor me, pour me another one
I cannot escape the inescapable
My time ain’t worth their’s or anyone
Especially not with the mentally incapable
And then these people want the right to register for a handgun
No, they want to argue to demonstrate what they are
In front of an audience on my home, or the street
So I run to the nearest liquor store, best friend or a bar
Hoping upon hope that I don’t run into any of the people no one wants to meet
Phreepoetree
Categories:
insinuates, angst, people, me, people,
Form:
Quatrain