Enticements Poems

Your Enticements Are Incitements

Never say never

It could happen
It could not

Committed to
Non-commitment 

Vocalizations stuck on
Silence

It's enticing?
It's inciting
Riots
Put your President
Behind bars
Unlocked my cage
Set me free

Free to roam
In the predator's enclosure

Your enticements are incitements

Magic Glasses

Magic Glasses

In the lost and found
One glitzy pair of glasses
Dusty - forgotten

Cast off and outcast?
Living in land of the lost
Corrections for sight

Mystic mystery
Calls to the curious heart
Like foghorns in mists

Wispy temptation
Weaves tendrils of enticements
Try me on just once?

Old world falls away
Neon bursts of astral fire
Lightning births dreams gold

Electric moonbeams
Possibility explodes
Breathing ideas

New cosmos emerge
Kaleidoscopic glory
Unclaimed magic found

Lost again - glitzy glasses

Whose Words

Whose Words?

By Mark Stucky
Hissing whispers in the garden
twisted the warning words of God.
A shadowy tempter in the wilderness
shouted enticements to the Word made flesh.

Twisted words whisper and shout today,
from screens, podiums, and even pulpits,
spouting conspiracies and misinformation,
pushing discord, division, and condemnation,
promising power, fame, and friendship,
flaunting false pleasures and successes,
but leaving hearers hurt and angry,
or lonely, anxious, and depressed.

Listening instead to words of Jesus
centers us on truth, love, peace, joy, 
and working together
for the good of us all.

So many voices clamoring for our attention,
a noisy din of distortions and contradictions,
a continuous cacophony of words.
Some resulting in harm, some in healing.
Whose words will we heed?
Whose path will we choose?


(First published in Agape Review, 19 April 2023. See also my poems “Tweeting the Truth in Love” and “What Would Jesus Tweet?”)

(Photo by Skitterphoto on Pexels.com.)

Sweet and Sour

The tang of the vital body
scents an inner sky
the fleshy funk
as it surfaces to be perceived.

Aromas; the perfumed stench
of the incarnate
so like a flowering orchid
its thick leafed presence 
overwhelming, its delicate enticements
an allure chained to an image
that blooms into sex.

The pervading smell of memory
the attar of the rose,
the delicate fragrance of enticement
all a waft toward corruption
where death plants its roots
deep into the blossom.

Every Thought Captive

I’m captivated by a verse from Paul:
take captive every thought that enters in
so that you might obey.
A cry is raised above the din;
hard pressed, I am assaulted, under siege.
To me! To me! I hear my lord and liege
and cast my eyes on him,
for when he’s standing tall, this world’s enticements pall.


—————

for the Captivation Poetry Contest
sponsored by Julia Ward
written on 10/13/22

Bookmarks

Charities in search of cash 
Send envelopes with pleas
And sometimes little gifts in hopes
My giving gene they’ll squeeze.

Most often it’s a sheet or two 
Of labels with my name 
And street address, but in addition,
Bookmarks sometimes came.

I use the labels less and less
As bills are paid online
And bookmarks to the pile
Of things passé I must consign.

Enticements might encourage 
A donation, that is true,
But what once worked no longer is
Appealing to accrue.

Twined

She who was born under the sign of equality,
During the reign of the goat.
Your love sprung and rooted deeply,
But too coward and a lad full of loth.

The water bearer was born in the monkey king’s year,
Whom to be the first you offered I love you.
She had the weight of your mess and fear,
Squandered and punished herself to set free of you.

You ended up with the fair woman.
But you couldn’t handle yourself well,
From other enticements of romances.
Being apart was a challenge to both parties.

Such actions surprised the scale keeper.
You have taken the one who has the symbol of ram,
Only woken during the rooster’s crowing,
And the balancer’s heart is so broken.

~Quetzal

Speak Softly

Dare dulcet murmurs barely audible caress my ear
Let me hear sweet gentle words escape your lips
As the moon above hovers and watches over us
Speak softly to me in your whisper voice

Reveal enchanting secrets I so long to hear
Tempt me with delectable enticements I so crave
Drift in on the summer breeze resonating to my soul
Speak gently words of euphony upon my ear

Let me glimpse at the true colors of your heart
Bared to me uncontrived and guileless
Let me taste all tantalizing shades upon your tongue
Speak tender thoughts of love to make me blush

Let me drink from your fountain
Delectable and quench my thirst
Speak those most endearing thoughts
That have me dream of your embrace
Beneath the stars that glow tonight



AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Posted on September 19, 2021

Faintness

Faintness may give the impression of fading separation.  

An art lesson for a seeker.  The seeker will then

point to what remains, when fading ends, as the recognition 

sought..formlessness pointing to nothing.  Or the seeker

might see the faintness as increasing separation.  Nothing

appearing more and more distinct and definitional.  Both

processes are, however, quite enticing, but futile.  Liberation 

is the end of process with this spontaneous appearance,

which resists any and all definition..but may include 

the processes and enticements suggested by artful faintness.

By the Power of the Lord

By the Lord’s power, buttressed by His authority
We can subdue our own carnality
Toward righteous walk exemplifying genuine spirituality
While consecrated through His holiness’ beauty
Overcoming enticements of lustful vanity
Relying in His Word’s infallibility 
Highlighting divine integrity
Having been redeemed by His grace of compassion-bounty.
 
Through the Lord’s omnipotent tenacity
We can vanquish selfishness’ futility
Toward joyous service of sweet tranquility 
While yielded to His guidance along wisdom-certainty
Learning from Christ’s meekness and humility
Praying with fervency, casting to Him every anxiety
Being upheld against deceit and falsity
Having been strengthened* by His truth’s immutability.

*Psalm 18:32 It is God that girdeth me with strength, and maketh my way perfect.

July 25, 2019

I Like What I Like

Is it difficult to comprehend 
That I may yearn 
Just a little transgression
This is era of serendipity 
And doing things that’s arousing 
Just for me 
I remain unapologetic 
To the aphorisms of fools 
Because I’m not subjected
To live by anyone’s iron fist rule
I only want to use my sexual mechanisms 
To experience all the enticements 
Of the human flesh 
Subsequently I’ll have no regrets 
Of erotic speculation and actions 
Cause I will always be fond of 
A really good lashing 
In the seclusion of my bedroom 
Damn.....I will need some soon 
Embracing the spirit of my age
Seems to give a particular sage 
Of liking what I like 
And the judgement of others....
I could care less if its right because 
The Queen will never live her life in strife

Arabesque

Arabesque


Dressing up the evenings’ shoulders
shawls of white silk bloom
enticements,
evenings on silk shoulders
making up stories behind the shadows,
through pomegranates of word the step is the story’s shadow,
the magi has stars to bewitch the deeps
into word.

Time, a wizard bewitched by stars,
spawns white shoulders of stars,
lured
by trails, the steps bloom on shawls,
the white agate evening
grazes grains of sand.

Grace

GRACE.

Grace is in what God does for you.
Giving this day’s moment in time.

Walking into the light of grace.
Knowing he is within you.

Is greater than our being.
For our belonging is in him.

His heavenly gates of love
Exceeding worldly enticements.

His deeds of love and kindness.
Bring fulfillment entwined 

Beyond all imagination,
Is his peace and understanding    

His omnipotence power surpasses 
All In his abundant Love.  

Grace, the Fathers Love

Control

Control
Slaves of Sin, we are the minions
That is, if we choose to be
Though Sin houses in our system
We need not follow her decree
With her allure and her enticements
She may tempt you to do wrong
Even fool you into thinking
It’s only then you do belong
Sin knows well how to seduce you
Just to have you try and taste
For she doesn’t like what’s modest
And she loathes that what is chaste
Mind your ears, for those she’ll tickle
With the things you should not hear
And your eyes, soon will be gaping
At everything that you should fear
She will even have you smelling
Scents and fragrances so sweet
Even though these are all stenches
’Cause she’s so full of deceit
And she knows, oh she is certain
Once you are under her spell
You’ll be craving sinful pleasures
She’s within us, she can tell
So it’s up to you, dear mortal
For the well-being of your soul
Choose not to become a minion
Let your conscience take control.

Wendy Nipas

Waterfall Echoes

The waterfall flows
  reflected in the rays of the sun
as if they were diamonds in brilliant glow
 with clarity only temporary in the water's run.
The humid air clusters along the layered stones
  misting the algae growth green and thick
a mini forest clustering the edge where it has grown
  allowing the water to flow fast and slick.
A streaming rhythm in its secluded dance
  echoing the close of seasons
that easily comes and goes in metamorphic trance 
  and the change returns holiday dreamings.
A momentary pause, the hike, the campers walk
  reveals beauty and imagery beyond compare
with whispered awes and friendly talk
  gives rise to outdoors enticements if we dare.

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