Impetuously Poems | Examples

AMNIOTIC FLUID

AMNIOTIC FLUID

I am your amniotic fluid
                               imbibe me
I am your amniotic fluid
         I nourish you
implode me
                   impetuously
lengthen laugh strengthen
      through me 
                        master thighs 
thyroid open palms
              create hips high
or low 
         lingering 
                      touch bones bygone
                                  birthing 
        within my dantien
 dome
Source sparkles spice
                   from rice roses 
                             rubies
 
I am your 
         amniotic 
                        fluid muse  
mould mysteriously
                                  myself 
                         gold goblets silver 
            spiral slivers 
                   soft
exploring explanations 
                           exploding 
ecstasy
  
exists 
              endlessly 


©GhairoDanielsPoetry
&Song2025

Baked Temptresses

They tease me, 
Vying for my attention
Behind the bakery display case. 

Voluptuous, some bursting with fruit, 
The brazen, the coquettish, 
They tease me.

Which to pick?
The Austrian strudel or Danish
Vying for my attention?

Impetuously taking her
In my car, from 
Behind the bakery display case.

Learning From Loss

The hardest losses
are those too late to repair
what has been win/win time lost
to despair

Just as love
cannot co-arise
where fear grows 
fully uprisen
a prison
predicting anger's nearby
impetuously apprised
surprise.

So too,
Freedom cannot thrive
where addiction has hard helped
us feel we are not  softly worthy
to survive

"Loser" labelled struggles
with addiction
cannot feel free of affliction
nor can giving in
to addiction's short-term affections,
powers to feel escape
from personal
and communal,
economic
and political,
monocultural
and monotheistic
OverPowers

Social judgment,
blame
and shame,
co-detachment
non-communication
developing hard
stiffly cold silent screaming
excommunication

Depressing loneliness
isolation
self-ostracization issues
win/lose closeted
fear-based shame defenses
against Old School GoldenRule
loss of co-invested love
offenses

Against spirited natural
nondualistic redemptions
restorations
of win/win historical
Sun nurturing light 
and Earth nutritioning power
regenerating 
EarthTribe 
indigenously sacred regenerations.

Tied To Tradition

They pierce the unwelcoming night,
perserving eyes that receive nothing 
but an unwholesome darkness,
hot accelerated breath scorches the
freezing air, as it penetrates
in entirety her raffish body while a 
shivering anatomy provokes an age
of innocence, yet a stark awareness
of life’s tribulations, as she tucks in
her scarf, fastens her top button
before impetuously walking off into
the shadows to confront her next trick.

© Harry J Horsman   2022

To Find God

To Find God

“Where can we find God?”
Impetuously, they ask.
—The dead can’t find God.

“How will we find God?”
They persist as if righteous.
—You won’t, God finds you.

“How high shall we climb?”
They at the bottom question.
—'Til you reach heaven.

Naively they rest
Believing God will rescue.
Satan stalks the flock.

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

Write of Passage New Birth

From tumultuous discussions within
images strive for life as a new-born 
child wriggles from the womb.First
an outline,then in silhouette,each 
unique line,a perceptible signature,so
individual and more personal than
a diary.This spontaneity impetuously
releases the extrovert upon this page,
squeezed out as rain in an arid world.
Artistic inspiration writes itself, as
I merely provide  the pen

Movers and Shakers

Echoes of their squalling,
finally interferes with my slumber.

Opening my eyes,
to see the pensive faces of the ladened.

And my ears,
to the ear-splitting shrill of the piteous.

Showing me their greatest fears,
Slowing becoming reality before their eyes.

I have seen for myself,
brothers smothering one another.

As a new era seeks recognition,
Iniquity impetuously taking its position.

Tardily becoming the order of the day.
 Shortly to be a disease we cannot contain.

Ancestral Farmstead

I returned to our farmstead last autumn
on the driveway where I kicked marbles
and plucked brambles catching my gaze- 
Now overgrown at sixty-two
horse wagons filled the blank spaces
of my remembered landscape...
I walked like a ghost looking for dear home,
but found this lofty edifice
ridiculing, mocking me from its skylight--

The dogwood trees Grandma nurtured
now impetuously ravaged and gnarled,
casting shadows on translucent mirrors--
past her dream of a lush orchard,
that my eyes lingered through a heap
for treasures, hoping to discover
a piece of yesterday's laughter,
among the junk of ancestral, broken wood.


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Emile Pinet's Contest: New Poems Only
4/16/2018

The Market of Gargoyles and Gelded Men

One night, I stumbled impetuously in what seems like a market
Where gargoyles and gangrenes were sold in secret and hidden places
I watched the seller closely and a gelded man! I saw signs of
Pity,  I felt for him until he started hinting at shooting cupid's arrow at me
What an irony! I said to myself until I found out that I was lost in the market of gargoyles and gelded men!!!

Impulse

Instead of reasoning
I yield to a sudden
irresistible urge.
Impetuously, with
impunity I risk
injury. Am I an
idiot or hero?

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -    
Contest: Pleiades ‘I’
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Placed 4th
© 25th February 2017

You Have To Love Leonard

I have an illustrious dream,
     want to be Leonard 
          Cohen's gypsy wife, 
he's kissing my lips on
    Boogie Street,
impetuously we dance
    to the end of love
       'til closing time
       midst his secret life,
he serenades me with
     I'm your man
         when we take Manhattan,
bewildered by his poetic beauty
     waiting for the miracle to happen,
a sip of wine, a cigarette 
         in love we disappear,
   here it is, you got me singing
        be that dog in heat,
I'll take this waltz and 
   another please, cause
             everybody knows
     I hunger for your touch,
  his famous blue raincoat
         and the dew on my thigh 
goes a thousand kisses deep
   in the cave at the tip of the lily
  with its very own breath of brandy,
slipping into the masterpiece
             where Lenny is eternal

If you don't love Leonard Cohen's poetry and music, it probably won't make much sense.

Your Beautiful Hands That Till the Ground

Morning smiles and there we move forward
Into the sunrise, gazing lovingly
My mind does a relentless flash toward
To your lips smiling quite impulsively 

You then squeeze your warm hand in alliance
And your mind wants to till earth vividly
As I appreciate your bright vibrance
In the air that cools you impetuously

You cultivate the shy spring flowers
That would excite a garden's statuettes
Your strength in agrarian willpower
Follows light into mighty golden sunsets

This quest for your nature remains spacious
While the new sensations grow in stages

A Tangled Tale

We stage a dazing drama
Impetuously unfolding with scenes
Spelled by our minds and moods
Where all things happen
With the scripts discarded
 
We watch keenly a curious comedy
Everyone scheming for greased palms
Gone...when the rules were without exceptions
When shady kingpins bow to Justicia
And their sizzling sleaze unraveled
Now justicia sick of sightlessness
And has sold herself for Greek gifts
For the nuts of political juggernauts
 
We see strange scenes
Consciences sold out for their bellies
Easily welshing on their ideals
Mooching to munch around god-fathers
Who at pleasure push them around like pointless pawns
And who are they not to play their proprietors' tunes
Or dance to their rhythm?
 
We stage a tangled tale
A show of shame
Mindlessly becoming butts of jokes
Before our curious children
And validating ourselves with laughable excuses

An Autumn Stroll

Strolling,
We encounter
Fragrant dappled apples,
Low-hanging and creating an
Archway

Passing
Underneath trees,
Inhaling fruits’ sweetness,
Impetuously you give me
Kisses

Holding
One another
In afternoon’s sunlight,
Blissfully by murmuring wind 
Caressed

Sparrows
Serenade us
Until finally we
Are enveloped by autumnal 
Twilight


Written 10/23/2015 
Submitted March 31, 2023 
for 'A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE no 1205' Poetry Contest

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