PRECLUDED IMPULSES
vivid
evocations
constantly
moving
spanning
the
indivisible
tangible
cleansing
aspirations
from
coincidentally
expressed
positive
archetypetual
efforts
all-pervading
instinctive
feelings
of renewed
impulsive
consciousness
prosaic
reality
lengthening
fading
the sensory
alluring
musing
bewildering
in
lucidity
adopts
a
radiated
aura
a paradox
close
&intimate
yet
inexpressible
profound
shadowy
&persuasive
sublime
inert
passive
eyes met, magnetic, melting every fear, thirst quenching
as the stars left a dewy trail on the twilight
flowing in secret rhythms of heartfelt passions
stirring awake the feelings reflected in this tender gaze
impish impulses
sweep over me
one more preposterous
than the next
I think I’ll take
the plunge and see
if I can act on them
without context
IMPULSES
consistent
principles
& tradition
practiced
in a
decided manner
deflated
in desire
unappreciated
yet
stirring
the elixor
of
understanding
into
delicate
illustrtion
with gleams
of
fancy
seemingly
strange
yet
so
homely
IMPULSES
the artistic
rediscovered
conditioning
emerging
as conventional
concept
of enlightenment
an experimental
depiction
of an enduring
genre
unearthed
in beauty
& grace
emphasised
tenderness
transcended
in the visual
spontaneity
IMPLUSES
rediscovered
& emerged
as artistic
depictions
of radical
statements
emlghtened
conventions
obsessive
concepts
in
enduring
experiments
unearthed
genres
of beauty& grace
tenderness
illustrated
by a
visual kiss of love
IMPULSES
the creative
unveiled
often brings
a
surprise.
perhaps
a
flight
in a
process
of recognition
of
the
lyrical
in
the
radical
maelstrom
surrounded
&
carefully
conserved
activities
of
shimmering
beauty
a dazzling
piece
to
reflect
as
an apt
memorial
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
lizards mating die in electric lines
snakes coil hibernate lay eggs ---
dogs die crossing highways
same could be said of every animal
none is great when impulse strikes ---
could man claim exception?
19 May 2022
The scarecrow is stylish
with its yellow umbrella
and new bucket,
but the young man jogging past isn't impressed,
and despite future conversations
with the parish priest,
plucks an ear of corn
to carry home.
The huntsman’s horn in
The School Boy is non-
native. But he likes the
poem, hears a snake-
charmer’s pipe vicariously,
empathizes with Blake’s
boy’s love of innate
freedom, and then doodles
in boredom. Next period,
he slips down from
the top of Pythagorean
theorem. He snoozes in
the Neolithic Age at noon.
His brain balks at learning.
Teachers avoid pain with
peace of passivity. ****
virus infects his inner
system. Parents are too
busy to install anti-virus.
He draws obscene pictures
with a charcoal, as if raping
the urinal wall. He rises
up in the hashish fumes
and floats in the space.
Holes in the thought-layer are
invisible to him. He runs
wild, celebrating impulses.
An unrefined man is
a malignant growth
from the negligence.
First printed in The Literary Hatchet
Spur of the moment
decisions...
lifetime of regrets
August 14, 2018
MagiCicada 13
The Heart Of The Matter Contest
By Maureen McGreavy
Second Place
Impulses
Electric Signals flaming through my brain
Thoughts are flashing by my eyes so quickly
I fear that my mind is going insane.
A flash of sanity hits me like a hammer
I see the replay from the visions of my past
My mind is warning me not to be in haste
Becoming that nervous wreck
On the high way of life that is racing through
the all-to-familiar lanes of heck.
I force out the tears and then laugh off the extreme energies
that had tried to hold me down
I flash out and upward like Batman
Chaining down the Demons trying to push down my head and allow my soul to drown.
I beat them down.
I show them who's boss.
Now, even the devil is scared.
The superhero that is my strong spirit
Hits the continuation of this trip
Going past the insanity
Happily, with my friends, they remind me to "Keep with it."
Musty
Creepy
Dark hallways
My silent room
The moans groaned louder...
Louder...
Louder...
With every tick of the clock
Frustrated
And anxious
I paced around
Impulses crept up slowly...
Slowly...
Slowly...
Until I called her up
Ink words of cheer when fear brings dread,
Move faith right here to purge afraid.
Prompt poise to pun with turn of wit,
Urge noise to run when joy now fits.
Live in the light so dark can't stay,
Set then your sights on zest that plays.
Etch a fond thrill as you smile now,
Style a sure will as gap endows.
Leon Enriquez
29 September 2015
Singapore
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