Insinuations Poems

White Faces

first 
she cleans our faces
of all our small passages
then she closes our shameless gazes
because our eyes are always curious
inquisitive bags
even when they wrap in love
actually
they enter and infiltrate
greedy to take everything
our looks are never decent

she cleaned our thin tight lips
stitched with insinuations of joyful utterances
cleans our belly of hunger between our teeth
and the crying
this last tower of restless selfishness
through which our desire flows
lips touched
are extinguished improved abandoned

even our rosy vulgarity rises
as the steam rises in the morning
she carries the sunrise in her arms
to the center of imagination
and dreams of sugar worlds

the body is washed clean of sweat
of any trace of work
shaken
the body remains perfectly fine
and no one lies to anyone anymore

we are settled in fixed forms
in everything we didn't know about us
and we were not interested

we are clean
bright as the stones washed by the waters
everything is perfectly clarified
death is ordered

Dreadfully Shy

insinuations, veiled intentions
subtleties and undertones
whispers and innuendos
half truths and hidden meanings

in the convoluted meanderings
in the midst of the charade
i've lost sight of what we had
and i fear i’ve lost my voice



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Posted on March 30, 2022

Not To Let Go

Bitten many times
Never harmed
Always on top
Alas
I, me and myself stand tall.

What is a man if not a man
Not isolated
Abandoned
Forlorn
But alive and kicking
For life is a meaning
To be emotionally happy
Without insinuations
Harm
And stabbing in the back!

I'm alive
Waiting sincerely
For some peace of mind without harm.

Alas
I me and myself stand tall.

Cold Vibes

Art is a virtue
Still life too realistic
I see the cold insinuations
Yet it too builds a wall
With good intentions
I push the brush
And dip into lush hues
Painting to my hearts consent
Then words hush
I sit in solitude as well
And think
Critiques are in my head
It's LINE I define
I break it up
I continue to paint
Changing definition instead
I see space an element
It grabs me
I embrace my brush again
It overwhelms me
Painting hues
I see the virtue
It is my dream
Though it may seem
The artists hands
Predominant
The ideal
See the painting
Each stroke made it real
And the desire 
It then became
Evident.

Snide Remarks

snide remarks 
became the 
indirect undertone 
of all conversation 
bringing with it
it's underlined 
hidden insulting 
insinuations of 
lack of worth 
within this present 
incarnation

Double-Entendre

double-entendre
double-meaning 
insinuations
full of suggestive 
vagueness
scattered ambiguity 
sprinkled through out 
obscurity of inconclusiveness
of train of thought 
creating the lore of lies 
of a future together as one 
within a land of make believe
that one is trying to create within 
the mind

Unruffled

UNRUFFLED 

Citadel on the rocky mountain stair
Stood gazing changing seasons in the air
Each passing year its bosom filled with tales of plenty shades
Of Knights, of Queens, of Foes, of Prince ,Of Comrades
The twilight swallowed into aimless dusky mope
The sunrise of success, the alpenglow of hope
The defeats, the dull spell like the melancholy of autumn
The phase of loneliness, feel of sinking to the bottom
The thunderstorm’s blitzkrieg of insults, insinuations
The snowflakes of blessings, blooming love sensations
The silvery shine of moon with its healing chime
The rainbow of celebrations manifesting change of time  
All these shades painted together a seasoned picture
To manifest into Unicorn with poise and graceful tincture
The reflection of which is unstirred in water crystal clear
For rifts are not let to surge , peace and purity is held dear
Internal ripples are tranquilized to welcome nights of calm
To drift the soul into peaceful slumber like a soothing balm!      

~Copyright ANULAXMI, 2016~
23rd December 2016

Belief

Which mortal soul cannot comprehend
The Deliciousness of bodily paradise
Moisture filled, blood of melodious incarnation 
Passional insinuations, not state of grace
Mouth savour distaste an ashamed assumption
Transfuse her fire, absorbed in ravines 
Faithful souls, captivity relinquished
Split fruit pours forth; judgemental devotion
Torments unheard, Possession, Desire
Beauty and love; Transparent Impotence
Smouldering a true Illuminated repentance
Points of sin against the embroidered sky
Representing restrained conscientiousness 

Chasing the night; Barren pleasures
Cleansing the day; Purest soul soars
Cloud of thoughts; Whites of innocence

Suffers sin for pleasure; Attend to thee
Up; Ravished vaulted space; Faith; Eternity


Awaiting, their next disgrace!

Slightly Off the Grid

Time to look
Look closely
at the backward
forward thinking me
Consumed
by my own consumption
Hybrid driving wanabe
Thinking I'm thinking of others
when it's all about me

Big house 
with some solar panels
Seventy two inch plazma TV
with over Two Hundred Channels
All the latest gadgets and owners manuals
On earth day I feel good
because I light some candles

Sure I recycle
trying my best
Yet in the end I don't consume any less
Attracted to labels
I like my "Three Leaves" and "Guess"
I have the right lingo
and know how to dress

You'll see me riding my bike
just about every where I go
Five grand of carbon fibre 
all part of the show
I expound on the enviroment
so you will know what I know
I talk about gardening but I don't own a hoe

It's all about the illusion 
I like the idea of green
drinking  ethical coffee at the bean scene
I like the attention
all the conversations
I use inuendo and insinuations
Yet travel on a big 
fuel guzzling plane
to fabulous
soon to be spoiled
destinations!

Cut

I love to cut my fruits into smaller pieces,
which makes digestion easy with soft faeces.

The surgeon has to make a deep cut to remove the tumor,
putting an end to different insinuations and rumor.

Government has decided to cut down production of coffee,
so that many people including the youth will become caffeine free.

The program was cut short to give room for the president speech,
As his cruel remarks cut her deeply as she stands on the beach.





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Lift Your Chin and Get Going

Never ever get scared by the insinuations 
Of the self-serving; exasperating groups
When your conscience is clear, be firm
Lift your chin and get going ahead.

There are people who possess expertise
In pulling legs of those who endeavour 
Never mind their murmurs and taunts
Lift your chin and get going ahead.

Though the route arduous and tiresome
It’s like walking on a razors’ edge; sharp
When the aim is noble, you find the path
Lift your chin and get going ahead.

Never lose sight of your resolve sublime
Come what may, be steady on the track 
With kindly light as your guiding spirit
Lift your chin and get going ahead.

Noise Across the Shower Walls

You say we dangle on a scene
When i want to screw you obscene

You whip your hair and spread fire
I want to toss our love on the pyre

Midnight scrambling, you call me from the bathtub
Chanting my name across the window frame

You're long term boyfriend hates me insane
Honestly, I want to remove him from the game

Put you on the floor and make you shout
Violent eruptions and put it away

He abused you and still you return
Practicing formal boundaries to keep it clean

How long do we have to flee?
All these insinuations are suckling to me

While you walk the white lines
Proving you can make your choice
But every time you fill my invoice
We're getting closer to our sacred noise

A Gift To Be Shared

There’s much in this world to be shared
like a soup with its distinctive flavor;
with all its ingredients so rich with nutrients
that make the whole meal complete and satisfying.

  However, in certain occasions relationship comes to the fore,
  bringing its essence as the main thing to deal with
  its epiphany that shows the familiar struggles,
  conflicts, furies, or dissatisfactions in any way,
  a haven of truth that explores openness and wisdom.

From the innermost feelings that go with certain actions,
either in a quiet mood or aggressive insinuations,
they’re very revealing as peculiar to everyone
and it’s pretty normal since we’re all human.

  Some of our perceived notions as individuals
  cling to our backgrounds and experiences –old and new
  they’ve a language of culture, religion, and conviction
  being men and women who know their reason for existence.

A Bowl of Preoccupation

Having stood the test of time
and coped with life’s demands
priorities are set on time
to equate with the age to come.

It’s beyond death that signifies
where an individual complies
to ensure that God may call
those who heed his invitation.

Money, fame, power and prestige,
these are villains to perfection
once that sense of focus remains
God matters all in preparation.

Stories in the bible and this generation
are swamped with moral insinuations;
where corruptions and imperfections
continue to showcase their pictures.

These may be signs of revelations
unfolding the Lord in his eschaton 
on the clouds with power and transformation
judgment will take place before all creation.

The prophets of old like Jeremiah and Ezekiel
foretold destruction and other examples
Jesus and the writers of Sacred Scriptures
have commonality of apocalyptic visions.
With many comings and interpretations,
Jesus has his own framework of consummation.

Hope speaks at length through inspiration
Parallel to history of our salvation;
It’s the end of time – a Messianic time
that captures the headlines of all land.

Serpents Surround

So these bruises you left still linger here, confused and bitter, hovering fear, trusting sincerity whispered in my ear.

But it’s me that believed truths that were lies, the painted picture of an imaginary life, insinuations of darkness changed to light.

When will I ever know what to believe, when promised integrity is blatantly deceived, and nobility is slowly but surely grieved? 

It’s a mystical abstraction in an ordinary world, reality broken but still moving forward, leaving casualties and pain fiercely ignored.

So I look to myself and play the same blame game, iniquitous words like bullets wound my brain, singeing my spirit with an everlasting flame.

While you just move on to the next helpless flower, a blameless soul to disintegrate and devour, with your egotistical counterfeit power.

With wounds still smoldering in this make believe war, protection the only answer to aching scars, living the solution behind life’s perpetual bars. 

So my soul will just stay here where it’s safe and sound; ignoring the voices of the serpents that surround, forever in eternity my heart despairingly to be found.

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