Impelling Poems | Examples

Plasma

Stars twinkling, radiating orbs of pastel coloured plasma
The moon reflecting the brilliantly glowing solar rays,
As the sun soars through constellations in a year of days,
The Zodiac impelling our souls made of the same plasma.

Celafid Namoyll

Humours turn acrid near
The silent seer.

Escaping absentees scamper
Further down the hole that holds their likeness
Extinguish | fatal obscurant | visions.

                | fata obscura |

 

Of thriving, lively fauna

Prostrate to impelling images

Schizoid prognostic narratives

Told through the burning lens.

 

Up above somewhere;

 

Unmade's secret eddies meet the Void's effacing means

Flickery shades mar anthropic soil

Never-beens, vestiges, cloud-faced mutes

Watch, sneer, hiss from interstitial galas

Covet your unearned gift of certain being

All skies slide to promenade our spaces

In front of that greatest-deep mirror

Most cower at the approach.

 

Croatoan, Boskopoid, Nephilim ires boil, rise

Evaporate.

Thin air marks their omphalos.

Sinews worn down and slumped in buried peat

Undisturbed lighthouses scry

Souls echo Xibalba's memory

Nulled sheets linger over its impossibility.

 

No divine clap can hide the noise of nothing.

No resplendent scheme can stop time's voyage surely ebbing.

Never will you win in wagers against the real.


Anbirnybbid Ocegenr.

The Pursuit of Sincerity

In youth, I sought the glance of maidens fair,
Longing for their love, their gaze to share,
But they passed me by with naught but a fleeting look,
Leaving my heart yearning, my soul forsook.

Yet as I grew and widened my scope,
My friends stood by me, a guiding hope,
Their camaraderie, my growth impelling,
My character building, my prestige swelling.

And lo! Women now flock to me with ease,
Like bees to a flower, in search of sweet release,
But their love seems shallow, their hearts untrue,
I cannot tell who is genuine and who is but a passing view.

For in this sea of self-interest and greed,
Finding true love seems a most difficult deed,
I seek a virtuous woman, a heart sincere,
To love me for me, and hold my heart dear.

Thus, I continue to build my character and my soul,
And hope that one day true love shall make me whole,
For in my heart, I know a love that's pure,
Will find me one day, and forevermore endure.

Open the Floodgates

I chase the migrating mirage of endless desires
in the desolate desert of my weary existence,
I carry my languishing life listlessly across bleakness
on the pitiless pathway of disparaging delusion.

I wander worn down in the wasted landscape 
with the deceptive awareness of bereft belonging  
to the surreal ambiance of beguiling openness,
I’m caught in the whirlpool of mire of mortal being.

I strive strongly to be free from the worldly grip,  
destiny designs, resulting in the loss of essence,
impelling me to break away and chart a new path,
with discernment of divine conscience guiding me.

I transcend the looming limits of space and time, 
implore God to show me the way of inward journey,
for I devoutly yearn to be suffused serenely with 
the patina of perpetual peace shining in the soul. 
 
I perceive the shower of His graceful endowment,
flooding me with the aura of freedom and happiness.  
I sense delighted the faithful flow of blissful divinity
inundate my inner sanctum as I open the floodgates.

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April 28, 2022
Theme Chosen : Open The Floodgates
Contest : Pick-A-Title, Vol 30
Sponsored by : Edward Ibeh

Invocation

I pay homage to you, venerable divine Goddess!
You are one in many; many in one; Isotropous!

You are incorporation of Aditi, Bhairavi,
Durga, Gayatri, Laxmi, Rukhmini, Saraswati...!

You are the goddess of the east and west and south and north, 
And every other direction of the evolving earth!

Your spirit pervades each and every particle of life,
Of each atom of the nucleus of every fine fife!

You are the merger of each perception and consciousness,
Goddess of each little element of the universe!

You are ever past, present, and the future endlessly,
You are fertility of beauty, knowledge, victory!

You are fecundity, wisdom, music, and every art,
You are an indwelling, impelling lover of each heart!

Help me, dear goddess, that I may tell of your great stories 
Of the past and present and future for all your glories!

Humanity may learn from ages to become more human,
And orient their lives to the future graces... Amen!


20 October 2021

The Tensed Environment

THE TENSED ENVIRONMENT. 
Hurdles come in between
My teaching and preaching
About keeping and maintaining
The beauty of my horizon.
	
Little did I know
That my thoughts were unknown
To my users whom I bestowed
My body and soul.

I have been trying everything within me 
To make them understand what I mean
But they all seem to be numbs and indeed
A caricature of failure and mischief.

Only if they could feel
All that I experience and see
Due to their impelling deeds
Destroying the span of my fit.


My eyes bleeds tears
My mouth murmurs fear
That I might lose the care
My users promised to share.

All they think of is to struggle
To gain all what they can handle
Forgetting I am facing the hurdles
Which is entangled in their struggle.

I just wish the next generation
Will for the sake of affiliation
Use my already grotesques condition
In a way I will be full of admiration.

Right and Wrong

Right
                      Correct, Genuine 
            Impelling, Motivating, Affecting
Preciseness, Exactness, Absoluteness, Properness
            Violating, Maligning, Defrauding
                       Amiss, Improper
                              Wrong

Celebration

Celebration mitigated by thought
Entrapment in a narrow ego slot
Stagnant waters, dead without aeration
Delusion impelling our contraction 
Piquant dilemma by our own hand brought 

Agendaless innocence is self-taught
Flowing like the breeze; felt but never caught
Aliveness, incessant play in motion
Celebration 

Thought rested awareness, cleans ego blot
Reclaiming self; no longer in fear fraught
Unshackled, bursts forth bubbling elation
Delighting in throbbing bliss ignition
Slash off here and now, the Gordian knot
Celebration 

07-January-2021

My Heart Is a Sky

My heart is a sky
With its moon and stars lighting the lonely lane
Where it changes the hue from bright white to the dark shades of crimson red at the horizons.
I feel the pain in the hanging grey clouds,
The solace in the drizzles,
The passion and fire in the rumbling thunders and livid lightning,
The ecstasy in the rainbows.

My heart is a sky,
Where
The eagle of my darkest desires flies high,
The kite of my dreams flits to the impelling winds.
Where
I hid my dark pasts under the clouds of white yashmak,
I kept my beautiful secrets safe with the shooting stars.

My heart is a sky 
And I feel a little more of everything.

Mastery of Mystery

How mysterious a force is intrigue - a poet's plight and salvation, a magnet of unyielding supernatural bliss to our muse. Captivating and drawing us to our mastery of mystery, impetuously impelling us as we patronize our exquisite enigma.  We hold our breath to unique and incredible realities as its momentum baits and beckons in a spontaneous burst of exuberant fixation to navigate our tangible senses and eager heart - compelling our revelation to travel through our portal of questions to superimpose our being with magical poetic discourse.

mastery of mystery
beckons enigma
follow your chosen star


Dedicated to the musing of John Hamilton

February 5, 2020
Strand Select E any form, any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand

Love Divided and Conquered

I yearn to love you with and by all "Loves'" standards of honor and glory. 
Yet I am weakened by the power of lust. Love, for all its values of 
magnificence and admiration float away on the wings of my essence 
at the brush of your whisper against my neck; thus, impelling me, 
binding me to your every command. 

Weakened by your vigorous seduction, I am willfully subdued, and now,
I only exist for your fervent touch; your heated embrace, your 
thunderous thrust and the promise of recurring ecstasy. Lost in 
space and purpose I clinch you with both extremities, reluctant to 
acknowledge the passing moment that awaits. 

Unable to steady my breath against the rapid tides of pleasure 
I am rocked until the flows abate unto a shore of calm and yielding quietness... I wait... I exhale... I am

Old Poet's Advice

“The purpose of poetry,”
wrote the man with a brazen manner,
“reveals truth with steady hand
to heighten our sense of life.”

His flowered mode of expression,
making a poignant impression,
calls for expanded understanding,
to heighten a sense of life.

His seeds of change fell on dry clay,
were trampled by shiny shoes,
swept by establishment's constant breeze
into the river of yesterday.

I wondered how one who knew despair,
whose closest friends were sorrow and strife,
who wore a brightly painted mask,
could heighten my sense of life?                                     

And yet, he spoke convincingly—
demanding fresh enlightenment,
impelling me, compelling me,
to heighten my sense of life.

And then, a doubt crept through my door.
It challenged with a boldness,
beseeching, begging, pleading for
a pledge to hold the status quo.

But I will heed the poet’s call,
will plant his field of grain,
with no concern for pain or price,
then thrash his kernels on my floor,
and heighten my sense of life.

What Knowledge Is

something impelling,
fear dispelling.

What Is It

What is it?  By Brianna Florence
It defines us,
It takes control of our minds, directing our every action,
It is not blind, it is deliberate,

It is a devotion impelling us to sacrifice selfish thoughts,
It saves us, changes lives,

It protects when the world turns against us,
It never fails, it possess everlasting power, 
It changes lives,

It is more than deep affection, more than having butterflies,
It is more than just romance.
It is love.

Invited Light

Invited light
Invited light I bequeath you
To light our darkened paths today
Lightly traces of moving hands entranced
Within its loving stands

Impelling grasps its whispers sound
Struggles free its bounded chains
To live the life that’s needed
Fleeting hints that pass us by
Hesitation within its makings
Awake to face the day

Expressions masked behind its fate
Courage found for what’s ahead 
Within its joys recited 
For those that want to hear

Stamped its true impressions free
To leave its seed when leaving
Within these days of youth and age
Passed our baring torches  
Ignited by our struggles shed
Embraces all within it all
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