Intimated Poems

Tears of Rage

Just take a good look at me now
Such tears of rage crying foul
You know I have seen all sorts of things
And I have a philosophy that these years brings

A pause occurred while the thought was contemplated
This is not how my life was intimated
And the essence is essentially distilled
Into what it was and what I felt and how I am now billed

Let not the tears of rage hold sway.

© Paul Warren Poetry

I Want Her

I wonder if there is even a clue in her mind 
Or is she just in denial
Maybe I should be straight forward and tell her how I feel
Although I know she is not healed
From her past
I don't think I can heal from mine
But she makes me sane
She gives me hope
Only a very few people in my circle know
About her
Of all the women I have seen
It's her,
Her personality, 
Her intellect, 
Even Her voice
She has everything I want  and need in a woman
She  listens to me
I love that she is honest with me
Even if I don't want to hear
She tells me the harsh truth
Even to my face
Cause sometimes I don't always think clearly 
She's not intimated by me
She is open to new things
She tough, 
Tougher than she looks
Sexy when she wants to be
She smart
Her artwork, her shows and creativity
and the owner of a big company
I see what she can do
She is amazing 
I want her

Text Minus X

Anxiously anticipating annual activity

Blissfully bound by bravado

Consuming cold contagious concoction

Dizzily developed devilish desire

Eagerly expecting ego's enlightenment

Feverishly foraged familiar fraternity

Garnished gowns graciously gathered

Hopeful heralded hithered happenstance

Instantly intimated identical ideologies

Jointly jousted jovial juxtaposition

Kaleidoscopic keepsake kept kinetic

Longing languid lustful longitude

Miraculous marvelous momentous movement

Nursing nocturnal natal namesake

Observing others obstinate opinions

Preparing precious paternal post

Quickly quietly questing quarters

Radiant reared remained rambunctious

Stifled stern stayed sturdy

Transmitting tantalizing topical teachings

Understanding umbrage utilizing unity

Vital vibrant visceral visions

Watchful wonderful whimsical wishes

Yonder yearning youthful years

Zanily zigzagged zesty zenith

Coimetrophobia and Such

I
All sorts of fears
A place of tears 
And all these years
I thought these letters
Strung together for a collector?
No, far from such 
C O I M E T R O PH O B I A
Intimated I feared losing
Coins at the cemetery
But oops, nothing to do with coins!

II
Then capital, names, of nations can
And do raise the odd question
Does Turkey have to do with FOWL?
For "turkey," tradition thanks Native Americans
With apologies a good country 
Might - o capital - sound hell- ish, I'm sorry
I don't understand H E L S I N K I
But "hell" better deal FIRE than WATER
May Finland never taste an iota of sink!

Meanwhile tourists have made me think 
About BANGKOK (some business stink!)
Back in the USA, I did learn to connect
The dots for INDIANAPOLIS & Connecticut
In Africa's south, a harbour (yes, there's contraband)
Rhymes with urban, not pronounced DUR - BAN
But yes, I do pray we do begin to ban
Alcohol sales on Fridays, Saturdays, Sundays
Prayer or pipedream for old fashioned ways?

There Are No Bands In Death

There are no bands in death
They are in various states
Lifeless in varied postures
Brought for different reasons
Some palsy and age took their toll
Others victims of premature  machinations
Many fell from jealous causatives
A lot from envious enemies
Modest number in the line of duty
Protecting the sanctity of fatherland
Oh yes the occupant of this space:
He was the community’s tallest
His height wrestled and intimated iroko trees…
Now vanity
This lady…
I remember 
Had a voice sweeter than a Nightingale
Her shrill high pitched soprano
Bordered on the corridors of falsettos
Cracked glasses unending
Vanity upon vanity
There are no bands in death
Bones litter  a grave’s mouth
As cleaved and cut wood upon the earth
Philosophical quandary:
Point of no return
Cessation of cessations
‘Fallacy of misplaced concreteness’
An end to spectrum of living
To the living the dead never die:
They are always with us
In songs, stories and legacies
They may fly away never to be seen
Only on JUDGEMENT DAY
The rest is for us to live right
Walking the old paths wherein our Fathers walked
For there are no bands in death.

A Thing

There is ever a thing to do
For there ever will be no time savor
Like birds twitter in dawn praise
Ever intimated from within
And singing they stage ever
Not mindful what a brooding jeopardy waylay
It matters not what a future lay
For all known to them is surety, 
What a beautiful dawn beckon

It Took All My Courage To Write and Post This Poem

I wish I’d had the courage to ask you
why you treated me so differently to my sibling

You gave her private education at Norland  -
yet I did the same course but at the local technical college

You purchased a house for her  -
yet I had to save up with my husband to buy our own

You paid for her driving lessons, bought her a car
whilst I had 5 casual jobs and paid for my own

You gave her money on tap 
yet I’ve have had to work for everything we own

At the end of the day
you never treated me like I was your daughter.

Since you died …
Mum’s intimated you weren’t my father …
I wish I’d had the courage to ask before you died









NB Neither myself or mum have grieved in the five years since he died - as for my sister I have no idea, as she cut all contact with the family after she inherited part of dad's estate from me and mum.

Norland is a private college in Berkshire - it's where the Royal Nannies come from

awarded poem of the day 9/10/20

awarded trophy 9/29/20

Previously received n/a in courage Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cook

09/09/20

Lucky In Love's Embrace

Lucky in Love’s Embrace

You once told me my dearest love that we
were so very lucky to be in love’s embrace.
And you intimated that our love came from
deep within both of us by God’s own grace.

Now as the years of our lives together have
gently passed like sand through God’s own
hourglass, I know now for sure that our love
reflects forever the essence of love’s embrace.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
October 20, 2018 (Quatrain)

Randomly Comes the Love

boatman on the lonely boat
rowing east to west
with the rising sun to setting down

folk-songs play a Cupid game
in the alone heart

an abode of naughtiness
builds a palace to the far
mountain of darkness

moonlight there are
under the veiling of new nymph bride 

rhythm of mind river
hails the graceful virgin night

twilight praying 
in the peace and war of lusty life

Vesper comes to pour
the petals of night jasmine

starfish walking 
on the footless pebbles footprints

girdle ornament sounding
with the narcotic senses

inebriated the around
none there is
just whispering of love
the whole night

the next dawn sun
discovers the two
in the court of intimated love


-08/01/2020 CTG, BDT

Shadows of Conformity

Evil thrives under a cloak of silence,
having a keen ear for the slightest sound.
And will react with violence and threats
to trample any form of protest down.

Truth fuels a cacophony of noise,
where whispers morph into a crescendo.
But our fears are fed a diet of lies,
suppressing queries with innuendo.

By remaining mum, we're invisible,
lost in the shadows of conformity.
And by sowing seeds of complicity,
we'll reap society's deformity.

Like kids, we're intimated not to shout,
for a fly does not enter a closed mouth.

Controversial Friend

A friend so controversial,
Cried to me the other day
I wept too.
But she asked me;
“Dear, why do you cry?
“I am only too happy with you
Reason for my tears”, she intimated
Then we started crying together

The King's Arrival

Night's mystical Silence is disrupted
by the melodious tunes of birds.
Grey sky doffs its boring dress
and dons the bright orange hues

The advent of our glorious king, 
intimated by the enchanting lights,
that demolish the persistent darkness 
and liberate the frozen plants and trees

The fiery rays accord robust zest
make the young poor buds smile,
create the divine music, dawn chorus
and give new hope to all of us.

Thus our majestic king is enthroned
wearing a bright red attire
in the midst of yellow-orange sea
and starts off his generous journey 

He toils hard from the dawn to the gloaming
just for the welfare of his fellow beings

Boys Will Be Boys

trigger warning Rape, sexual harassment

 you were 6 when the boy in the desk behind you kept pulling your ponytail till he made you cry. It was okay though,it meant you had pretty hair. 

You were 9 when the ball kicked at you by the boys in the field coloured your eye instead of the makeup you were not yet allowed to wear. It was okay though, they did that because you were so pretty you intimated them.

You were 12 when the filthy fingers of the boy next you on the bus marked your thighs blue. You didn't tell anyone though. You knew it was your fault really; that skirt was too seductive.

You were 16 when the man on the other side of the street had the brilliant idea of following you down the road, cornering you in that dark aisle and thrusting himself inside of you. Only to leave you there, a bloody half-naked carcass, repeating to yourself again and again that this was okay. This was okay because boys will be boys. Girls? Well, we just have to take it like a man.

Sunset

The Busiest swallows and adamant cranes
                settled at last
Alluring starlings in murmuration
               caught my gaze
Roosting of these birds proclaimed
               a marvelous wonder

A beautiful young girl wore 
      the fluffy gown
and the corners were stitched
    with a golden lace
Golden Angel was ready for the photoshoot
    against a purple BG

The clear blue sky camouflaged
         with sparse hues
Light orange color adorned
      the passing clouds
And the mesmerizing purple color
   intimated the SUNSET

Greg Louganis

Superior specimen of 
Beauty, dignity and perfection
What…? Victim of bullying…!?
What kind of world do we live in?

Obviously one full of bullies 
Inferior bottom-feeders
Ganging up on anyone who 
Shows even the least amount of gentleness

Predators looking for a trace of weakness
Who see benevolence as a flaw
Jealousy gnawing at goodness
Like a swarm of piranhas

Looking for prey who let their guard down
They thrive on destroying 
How can they truly not value 
Awesomeness before them

Intimated and infuriated by being outshined
With character and strength
Unpretentiousness and inner sanctum
Inspiration to millions who are impressed



AP: 3rd place 2020

Submitted on October 4, 2017 for contest PAINT A PICTURE 4 sponsored by SILENT ONE  -  RANKED 2ND

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