Implication Poems | Examples

Sitting in Philosophy Class

Attempting to think
As these reasoners of Greece
If I reason a

thirty-secondly
Of these, that'll give me peace
I must admit this 

it is not how I 
get my kicks, Reading all this 
course material 

so prolix, In all
fairness I must bequeath to 
give my attention

to my teacher, To
study in waters muddy
Van Til and Bahnsen 

make clear to reason 
properly and retain a 
child's ear, So don't 

follow the world
Or seek its destination
By implication

Follow Christ and His
example, there is ample
Evidence for it

Bad ideas never die

Social Media influencers on the racist right
said us Jews control radio and TV
That we rot the roots of morality’s tree,  
The implication is clear; there’s no society free.

One TV personality invited a guy
who spouted reasons for Hitler's views
As the real deal, I wonder why
So much dumping on the Jews

They talk of the 'noticing' - a kind of right wing 'woke'
where folks wake up to Jewish control
They take advantage of a center that's broke
Old ideas corrupt a bewildered soul.

Some shout that we’re pushing everything gay,  
Yet many gays march against Israel today.  
On campuses now, free speech has its price—  
Debate is forbidden; it just isn't nice.  
 
Even China got into that social media bed
plus it helps Iran, the Houthis, lots more could be said
In Brooklyn, some blacks punch Jews in the head
In America, some Jewish blood spilt and ran red

Yes, it’s true we have fools, that cross red lines,  
Who chase after causes that darken our times.  
But most of us build, most of us mend—  
Confuse friend and foe, and you hasten the end.
Bad ideas never die
Let's stand firm against the lie.

Sleeping Gazer

Nations, countries, territories
You can’t see me over those
Piles of rubbish, telling stories
Fake old glories they impose
They attempt to pluralize me
Politicians of all sorts
As if I was legalizing 
Their repressions by default 
Hope you won’t generalize me 
For some doctrine or a scam 
You can always sympathize me
Taking me for what I am 
For I’m not an implication
Of some national decree  
I’m a different variation
Written in a different key
I’m a ball your dog would like to
Play with, in the afternoon
I’m a sunbeam, shining through
Leaves of autumn in your room
You would laugh and think I’m crazy
(Those who aren’t, must be rare)
At the last row I’m a gazer
Sleeping in my easy chair.

Talk Me Out of My Delusions

I have been feeling so suspicious of everyone these past few weeks. 

As if I have to tiptoe around everyone else's reality. 

So that I’m not burdened by someone’s implication. 

Which could change my life.

I’ve been fearing obstacles that aren’t even in my way. 

They are simply fixtures that I had simply never noticed before. 

That doesn’t make me any sharper or smarter. 

All I can see is an endless wooden mosaic…

That is actually a train track. 

With real danger approaching. 

And of course the train in this metaphor is-

Everyone who has been acting suspicious these last few weeks…

Forked Tongues

Not lying outright
is far from the truth
Hesitance vacuous
barren of fruit

What never gets said
deceitfulness hides
Stalking and preying
while buried inside

The pulpit a soapbox
 lectern a mask
Pontification
deceptions bombast

Wittingly fervent
the devil subverts
False implication
—the ultimate hurt

(Dreamsleep: February, 2023)

The School of My Heart

Many years gone from her birth since nineteen sixty-four
With hard work she got into her stride
Trinity, in her name, expanded and gained prestige.

Intermutanda, Constantia: her motto
An implication of consistency in academic excellence
In her form is excellence prevailed
Imparture of knowledge to empty little boys
As to the Messiah's impartment to his disciples
Before leaving the Earth.

Her form as mother to her virtuous boys
Nurturing their daily school work— the best 
With the fear of God excellent they go.
Ergo the performance of her boys is excellent
With regards to her belief.

In her shadow delights the success of life
With allegiance her boys return, thus,
An appreciative symbol— for the work Holy Trinity has enlightened unto them
United they come, same they go.

Trinity: the school with dignity of all schools
The Best in the country
All others seem to be better, but
Holy Trinity possesses the Best.

The School of My Heart

Many years gone from her birth since nineteen sixty-four
With hard work she got into her stride
Trinity, in her name, expanded and gained prestige.

Intermutanda, Constantia: her motto
An implication of consistency in academic excellence
In her form is excellence prevailed
Imparture of knowledge to empty little boys
As to the Messiah's impartment to his disciples
Before leaving the Earth.

Her form as mother to her virtuous boys
Nurturing their daily school work— the best 
With the fear of God excellent they go.
Ergo the performance of her boys is excellent
With regards to her belief.

In her shadow delights the success of life
With allegiance her boys return, thus,
An appreciative symbol— for the work Holy Trinity has enlightened unto them
United they come, same they go.

Trinity: the school with dignity of all schools
The Best in the country
All others seem to be better, but
Holy Trinity possesses the Best.

Words Between

You will say something mundane
and a sudden potency
will scratch my skin.

I mention an ordinary thing
and you show me where 
my words are smooth satin 
or an abrasion.

An invisible tissue
connects our common language,
mutual conjunctions translate
nuance and implication.

I imagine the tympanic bones
of our ears as they converse,
the contrary vibrations
forming chess moves
that mesh and utter. 

What we hear is our own listening
where sounds pronounce themselves
in our mouths yet unsaid,
even though,

we still we occasionally misread the obvious -
misunderstand a silence.

Waiting To Perish

In waiting we shall perish. 

As we are dazzled but embarrassed. 

There is no shortage of eternity. 

All that is left is the company-

Of all these other people with bulging hearts. 

But even those that are in this institution can be pulled apart. 

We all wait to be taken to the back room to be mangled. 

I lie in bed, for any movement will make me tangled.

All I can do is cry in ignorance. 

For those who I fear are being stricken for taking a stance. 

There are these uncaring people holding vigil. 

Over me and all these other individuals. 

I am left with nothing but the implication. 

That my family is fading like my shallow exhalations.

And Life Is Happening Somewhere Out There

Things can be important. Trivial in attributes but bearing the full potential of posing an existential question. These are implicit in manner but highly stressed to push further, push for more. We can only try to the very end, and ultimately it can still be an utter failure. 

From the window, the outside world is quite visible. Little birds are hopping, the chirping of birds are resonating with the tranquil light reflected on those green leaves of trees. A bliss of kissing sunlight, everything everywhere.

An emergency situation is a trigger moment of a potential threat. Further aggression in vulnerabilities of ongoing life. A tune of a morbid past, uncertain present, and forced implication of a foreseeable future. A much-needed strength to bypass and bypass more, another vital question of life.

And life is happening somewhere, out there.

The Same Damn Thing

It was easy to admire such a pleasant mirage,
Her tasteful arrangement of complimentary tones,
With forms chasing functions on comfortable fabric,
To be smoothed with businesslike fingers
In total awareness of having my full attention.
And when we rehearsed stage kisses 
In that discrete corner of the ensemble room,
The performance was convincing, if insincere.
And though we did refresh ourselves with many an encore,  
Her heart remained nestled safely behind the fourth wall,
From the self-conscious shelter of which 
She bartered for a better way of life. 
I could feel the cost of my investment being marked up.
It’s what they call a value added tax,
A slick embezzlement passed on to the consumer
To cover the cost of doing business.
In the end, she proved to be less reliable than death and taxes.
She resented the implication when I called it a vig,
But in the final act, what she required of me 
Wasn’t nothing but the same damn thing.

Ode To Broker

I grope gossips
and chamois if chargrin
and sense like there is forlorn
and there is gruff and chide
oh! if love be a centre
of human life and existence
why call for cracks and grudges?
why profane like a night waves?
can it behold to make excuses?
to haunt and hallow ever?
what contagion is a nightmare contempt?
what conspiracy and blue contest?
what went wrong last blue?
or could it be a factor of woe or foe?
or still it be  contemporary air to so rely?
to seize and hold , ay! to damage?
oh! Broker tell me when love
has tis become flame?
that thou is blind to reason
at least to answer imagination
suppose there is a trick
like there is a supposition
suppose there is false
and implication to act
now, tell me the leaving
the unimpaired or the unsuspected for get
thanks be to process of law
for it could never allow
      supposed
so is a problem of a
  poised.

Lawyers

LLB is primary condition
Advocates joining Bar Association 
Wisdom and wittiness marks good litigation
Years of experience deepen skills in profession
Execution of duty with sincere participation
Respectful to court but no fearful implication
Serving and protecting justice is main intention

The Friar's Domain

Hallowed earthly spot
Friar's most sacred domain
Soulful presence felt
Impossible to ignore
Spiritual implication
Seeps into every fiber

Ancient Friary
One continuous prayer
Petitions in wind
Like whisper on subtle breeze
Rustling over silent grave
Empathic comprehension.




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Banned Man

Banned man

 So, it finally happened, of course, Trump gets the blame
but I think this, not the whole story.
For years the workers have seen their wage packet shrinking
 and their rights being ignored, no health insurance
nor trade union to look after their interest
As the common man gets poorer, the wealthy get richer
they live with the fear of needing surgery or losing the job.
The two ills go together if a sick person stay away from work
too long he gets fired anyway.
 The people revolted Trump fanned the flame that already 
was lit.
And it gets worse the big tech firms have banned the president
of the united states and that is an outrage that belongs 
to a dictatorship, it has a sinister implication that doesn’t bode well
for us civilian when only what suits the big tech get a hearing 
this includes anyone of us at any time.

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