Irkish the feeling impels
Impulsive of it's own action.
Disfigurely quenching,
And on it's feet it commands
A riot so clenching
Flinching the heart's
Utmost fibres none can comprehend.
"Xeno" it calls aloud
For it looks in it's shadows.
Perkish, yet Meek, and sleek
As it sneeks around alert for
It's next prey to be caged.
A living poem, not yet written,
not yet visible, haunts the periphery
of the inner eye.
She is as light as a feather,
though she has a deep-set gravity,
her presence impels my mind toward her.
Which way to seek?
The poem that is not yet created
is a womb both empty and full,
its potential
demands subservience.
A dark machinery makes love,
to the unsubstantial,
and one single insight is born,
from that seed within a seed,
she nakedly comes,
now you must dress her.
A Revised Edition
From The Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe, vol. II, 1850
In the icy air where the stars do sprinkle bright
keeping time, keeping time
with the jingling bells of night
it is there I lay my heart, my lonely heart
Hear the mellow wedding bells
the golden bells of happiness, ringing to foretell
Through the balmy air of night how they ring with such delight
from the molten-golden notes, the liquid ditty floats
A gush of euphony within her dwells
for a future that foretells of the rapture that impels
from the swinging and the ringing of the bells,
to the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
Later how they clang and clash and roar in the throbbing air
hear the tolling of the bells, the bells, the bells
in a world of solemn thought, their monody compels
in the silence of the night she shivers with affright
And the lover oh the lover, dwelling deep inside the steeple
all alone,.. tolling, tolling, in that muffled monotone
turns her heart to solid stone, as she listens to the bells
the bells, the bells, the bells...
Distort of sounds strum his bow —sawed heart rhythms,
mischievous fool impels my mind's rapt boredom.
The devil's finger warns and pivots, sedates,
adrift among alleged stolen dreamscapes.
The jester sleeps all day, perplexed I awake.
Tao clears mind myriad
Hears gurgled stream trickle
Rejuvenating ease of river
Impels an outlook simple
Verdant steppes imperial
Embrace ouroboros cycle
Joined tail to mouth control
Overcomes chaotic combat
Yin Yan hug in completeness
Temple of self empty vessel
Approaches each hour in Wu Wei
Jaws of serpent ensure return
Iteration eats its tail
Tadpole twirled stronghold
Unhurried harmonious spiral
February finding out
Intrinsic awareness channeled through time
Impels the cognitive basic impulses incessant
Intones the echoing rhythm of benign bliss
Inside the emptiness of resonating perception.
Invisible life force abhors vacuum pervasive
Imbues the void with the essence of divinity.
Does it not the sight repel
Trying to others compel
Against their wish on a thing
And their ‘’No!’’ did loudly ring?
It can’t to Heaven propel
Deeds that could students expel;
For which phoned cops could one swing;
And one starts flaps of a wing!
Or can one the claim dispel
That mischief maker impels?
God knows that the best defense
Against every felt offence
Is that you’d sat on the fence
Not the counter you offer
Nor the hard blows you prefer.
born with a fierce urge
to create
to express
to emote
soul gifts that pour into the body
and must be released
you cannot imagine the driving force
that impels them
exposes them
and the risks they will take
a rare and precarious existence
the pure creative expression
of sensitive souls easily abused
they burn brightly
then burn out
2+7=9
the number of completion
Most of us come from the past,
And we use it to create the present.
Those few who manage to really excel in life
Come from the future.
They have a vision, a mission that impels them forward.
They are the architects and advancers of civilization.
But there are those many who allow their lives to be controlled,
Manipulated, and molded by outdated religions,
Antiquated traditions, unnecessary routines…
The accepted way…
And they become so bogged down in the past
That it becomes their present, and they have no future.
They are the adversaries and hinderers of progress.
We are all damaged pilgrims making the same journey.
The trick to a successful life
Is not to let yourself be trapped by history.
Get past the past,
Create and live in the present,
And have a clearer vision of the future.
Sound easy?
It isn't, but it can be done.
There are no accidents in life.
Blink or look away for just one second
And life can smack you squarely in the face,
Or you can miss a large part of it altogether.
Sooner or later we all must let go of the past.
We cannot become what we need to be
By remaining what we are.
I long to be in your endearing presence
To drown all my anguish and anxiety
In the irresistible lure of your magnetism
And to be pulled closer to you by love’s gravity
I seek to be in your comforting nearness
To feel you in every breath and pulse
To peer into the brambles of your dark eyes
And cover them with my palms on an impulse
I want to be within the radius of your proximity
To make you feel how feelings of passion gyrate
As the whirl of a current in the depths of my heart
That waits to overflow like a river in spate
I crave to be lost in your mesmerizing charm
To touch, taste and feel the fragrance of love
My body warmly snuggled close to you
Like a crooning, brooding, love-bitten dove
Now soak me in the liquid passion of your heart
That impels my spirit to scale new heights
Turn my heart into an opening blossom of joy
And rock me in happy swings in love’s delights
5. Jan. 2022
Forever My Love Valentine Poetry Contest
Sponsor- BJ. Legros Kelley
Dreams, memories or fantasies,
Why are they invading me as I sleep?
Why is it it's always you,
That I see every night.
My heart won't let me rest.
My heart yearns, hurts, missing you.
One word "Cam" is all I know,
All I remember is the,
Love I lost centuries after Centuries.
I walk around numb day after day.
At nights you visit me, I am home.
But day comes and the,
Nightmare continues.
I am strolling, barely walking,
Moving in a daze my body is wasting away.
All I want is Cam.
All I need is Cam.
I fall to the ground saying only "Cam"
Stranger waking me,
Hearing Lauren, Don't you leave me,
I just found you....
The light impels into my room,
Uninvited looking up I'm smiling
I see those very familiar eyes,
Cam as I touch your face,
You say, Lauren your back.
Am I dreaming again Cam,
No, baby we're here,
After centuries we finally found each other.
I will flow
where the energy
of love impels me
to flow—
just as wild rivers
pursue the pull of the
distant waves—to
each kiss from the salt
of the ocean—
to become whole—
One.
We,
here now,
mind body,
as an aspect
of absoluteness,
by outpouring ourself
into the thought projection
to feel by touch, limit ourself,
by melding into forms created,
as a momentary hypnotic trance.
Dreamer as both the subject and object,
having now ensouled the illusions,
feels separate from other forms,
whilst also thus unaware
of himself as dreamer,
having so conjured
movie enacted
as desire
impels
us.
23-February-2021
The dreamer dreams, becoming the object
How may the object awake as subject
Unreal object is but a thought beam
Our desire impels thought as a life stream
Bubble bursts when the object does not react
Cessation the way to exit this net
Desireless entity, its course corrects
Void like space and ungraspable like steam
The dreamer dreams
Ego fictional does urges direct
Entrapping attention to deeds suspect
Hypnotic bind from which we cannot wean
Vaporisation alone reclaims sheen
Object vanishes, our stance then erect
The dreamer dreams
05-January-2021
In small proportion real beauty to know,
the full extent of perfection as slow grow.
Sense sublime deeply through all things,
a memory from long ago that still impels.
Chaotic beauty in struggle seen as art,
causing havoc by ego’s hope, torn apart.
Dying memories never reached that dream,
aspiration to inspire before the expired gleam.
Incomplete measures by lofty composition,
when simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.
Clarity by intuitive perception as measure,
to know the real known as treasure.
Making virtues out of faults dims the light,
ideal means and its embarrassing sight.
The imperfect self towards true realization,
hereafter and its other sphere continuation.
The greatest love is covered by indifference,
in admiration by respect as reference.
Divinity by short measures is human perfection,
humanity in long measures are divine limitation.
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