"By law shall the land be built"
A wish geology and Picts ignored
Where salt froth
And fog
Become
An insinuation—mostly rocks.
Inverted white dull houses
And people:
Eyes fixed inward
And out
To sea
Like sorrowful gulls
Timing tides.
Afraid of mainland strangers
And color
They mangle hellos
And stress goodbyes.
They say
They’re Viking folk.
Make clacking noises
Like crabs.
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
ever blessed without insinuation
ghosts from the old days
don't wholly shape our future.
till we grant consent.
Written: October 1st, 2021
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.
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.
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
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.
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
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