Insinuation Poems

My life

Life! oh, what in a life, 
Vicious questions without answers, 
Continuous flow of disbelief, 
fair of urban idiocy. 

Only shame on yours self.
Who is more foolish and 
Unbelieving than me?
In spite of all humiliation
The eyes find light;
Is there really a way?

It's just war. And losing.
Despondent, heathen people all around.
I am full of of wasted time and failure,
But what is good about it?

There is life, identity,
Insinuation of merciless drama, 
Anything more? There is always
Two-lines to write. 
A poem of a few lines.

QUANDARY QUESTS

an enigmatic
  world
of solitude

  introspection
 hints
with

inklings
   suggestions
indications
sign
&
  signals

    intimations
insinuation

innuendos
with
a
trace
  or
touch
a
tinge

  to give
a
taste

of
  intrigue


to
contemplate
the
allegoric
symbols
&
   hidden meanings
woven
with
undisclosed truths

    unsaid
for
  the viewer
    to weigh
upon
  the scales
     of deja vu
         experience

Vision zero

I'm thinking of nero..' as i read on (vision zero?) The rhetoric
Seems all burnt-out' like patriotisam.? Must be so many seeds
Of doubt? There's (ground zero) and zero carbon? Maybe a
Link.?? Do we need, a think-athon.? I'm putting it to you.!!
Maybe you'll notice ? Enough to take a look.? See whats
Going on.? Behind the seedy crooks.' Behind (the hope not
Hate) the positive slogans..That outline your fate?? Will you
Comply.? Shall many bend the knee?? Think.? i urge you all.!
On insinuation, on destination, on foreshadowing' upon the
Macarb indications to absorb.' Un-seeng such dark signalling 
And virtue-less typology!

You Have Guests Downstairs

You have guests downstairs.
In the half lit room, insinuation whispers in intimacy. I never took you there.
But, I am too, grown up portion sizes of loaves of breads, with another spread of jam.
And I console myself. Often there. It has a name.
Worldbuilding. Graduation. Diplomacy.
And for the first time,
It came to my mind.
Ozone had three O’s there, precisely.
I thought I knew it!
Elsewhere.

Default Positions

Nothing hurts more
than the blunted arrow
the grazing punch,
the half-slur.
Insinuation
from a sibilant slander 
whispered to a sleeping cat
haunts many ears.

She was a woman dammed to be
a love for me. My curse
was to desire her.
We were a cage-fight for passions
yet in the end
no one was hailed a winner,
we limped away
damaged by near misses.

Nothing stings
as much as a sharp pen
made to snap and scratch
upon a blank page.
People will read,
peer between lines 
that are not there.

Swear they knew all a long
we were flailing beneath
a hurricane that had no eye
and a storm that had no teeth.

Freedom's Seduction

I can feel Freedom giving me a 'come hither' look from somewhere just out of view.. 
It's whispering silent sweet nothings directly into my imagination.
It's hinting contactless caresses to my skin through the cool air coming in my windows.
And slipping subtle insinuation into the sweet, seductive scents of spring infusing my every inhalation.
Artfully invoking memories of just how great we are together..
Impassioned, imperceptible intimation. 
Ah, what a tease.. 
Keep it up though, Freedom, please.

Can 'Password' Change Lives

free association
      comprised of subtle insinuation 
    rushes onward to cognation
      random ideas’ gestation

    expressed in dazzling creation
      a pyramiding sensation
    of continuous augmentation 
      ~ endless fascination



     gw            monorhyme          June 19, 2022

Blessing

ever blessed without insinuation

Insinuation

ghosts from the old days
don't wholly shape our future.
till we grant consent.



Written: October 1st, 2021

Keeper of the Candle

The Keeper of the candle has immortal trust.
Note anyone who has ever held the handle
on secrets - sparks in the mind all set to combust,  
the Keeper of the candle.

Without the intention of libelous scandal,
without insinuation from the upper crust,
without indulgences, I removed my sandal.

Standing on holy ground, with a heavenly thrust,
spirit/soul conquered Satan, that covert vandal.
And immortality was proved by One who's just, 
the Keeper of the Candle.

July 25, 2021

with a nod to Diane Chamberlain and her books 
on the Keeper of the Light.

An Excavation

You had your tools to create this moment.
Discovery our truth and bring light to darkest showing.

I trusted who I wanted you to be.

You gave me all the lies baby.
You took my wings so you could fly baby.
 
You teal bricks & stone hearts just to see if love is compost. 
You broke up to drain the one who loved you most. 

I trusted who I wanted you to be until I couldn’t unearth anything else.
You was bad, you bruise, you a bullet to my mental health. 

To be an excavation, you submit insinuation, then double penetrated the art of elevation…

We could’ve elevated into freedom
I trusted who I wanted you to be, that was so dumb.

No Meeting In Inconsistency

I thought
by the rhetorical words of poems
I will ornate you,
But you wanted the rainbow colored moon

I thought
by the passionate pages of full poem
I will make hearty hut for you,
But you wanted a floating palace with pink clouds

I thought
I will make divine dresses for you
by the intoxicated lines of rhythmic poems,
But you wanted to wear the mermaid dress

Within your life's insinuation
I didn't find any harmony

I wrote poems for you
But now insects are building nests
in the old books of poems

My eyes sought you on your coming path
But now both sights becomes blind

I sang loudly for your rapturous meeting with me
But now vocal cords of my voice are torn

I waited for long time for your slight visiting
But now I'm under the unaided tomb

Oh, to me you didn't come
So, I didn't make any chum


01.10.2020 Chattogram

Carettarius

Sat in Glasgow, George Square.
I told you I was psychic, I know you and know we are fated. I guessed right the birthdays of the people passing in the night and we joined in with your laughter. They labelled you a god of hell and I mocked their insinuation.
Your friend was fair and doing cupids work with honest and deep intentions. 
That night was Joy, like you, held up by slow promise and a connection worthy of a pact with Satan.
We went from one more kiss and messages of promise. Nicknames of love. We went from passionate want to you giving me not one shot at the best for us both.
Sat in Glasgow, pick any chair. I will always be waited.

Innuendo

Emotional Innuendo 
Forgiveness Insinuation 
Moving forwards Allusion 
Reconciliation Tease 
Indian giver of hope 
Given than taken away
To good to be true 
Should have know it was a lie

Whispers and Insinuation

Some folks yell or scream, they argue and rage, 
Others give off the silent shoulder.
At work, in the office, it seems a regular duty, 
To be the person that’s colder.

Making trivial important, giving substance to nothing, 
To paint others in a horrible light.
Then informing the boss of these whimsical robes,
To satisfy their own personal spite.

The worst of the rage, the most cutting of tactics,
Is when they silently slip to the side.
Their hands go to their mouth, whispering most potent,
Exclusive eyes becoming mortified.

These murmurs and gossip, the sighs and the tone, 
Every little bit of insinuation.
They don’t make for a productive, happy, healthy workplace, 
Instead creating acrimonious oppugnation.

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