Long Inveigle Poems
Long Inveigle Poems. Below are the most popular long Inveigle by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Inveigle poems by poem length and keyword.
Written: August 16, 2025, for contest by Unseeking Seeker
Line of inquiry:
"conjoined with the whole - we play our life role
exuding a scent - granting love consent"
************
Conjoined with the Whole
Not as sovereigns,
but as sylphlike strands,
woven into a ductile tapestry—
Each act of kindness forges
a bond within the communal consciousness.
Love is not a shadowy incantation,
nor a glamour to inveigle us into isolation.
It is hortatory, beckoning forth...
a rosy summons to convene,
amid the clangor of squalor and sojourn
to supplant the slipshod ache
with a warm intention.
We are not mere wanderers
adrift in nebulous vacuum—
We are emulous embers,
thirsting for the amaranthine,
avid to imbue our days,
with seraphic resonance.
Community is not a chimera,
It is pavonine in its iridescent truth,
multivocal in its sweet sorrow,
edacious for connection
but never laden with avarice.
We do not dismiss the burden—
We collocate it, we share it
withdraw from silence,
and cast aside the Icarus myth,
a tale of solitary flight,
Even the untamed child.
crumbles for the quest of kinship—
Even the weary elder winnows,
the soothing balm of a neighbor’s touch.
Love sanctions its courtliness—
not merely a whispered sigh,
but as a philanthropic deed,
a calyx protruding,
amid the clamor of desire.
To love is to be an iconoclast
to find solace in a gentle embrace—
to forbear the yearning
to anathematize others
to witness the evocative elysian—
in the eyes of the distraught.
We are not aphonic.
We are harmonious,
even in our disconsolate times.
We are evocative, full of meaning,
even when our souls feel drained.
And when we reflect,
We accomplish this together—
in the emollient of shared grief,
in the soothing touch of shared joy.
So let us frolic with abandon,
Let us explore the hidden meadows of our lives.
Let us gather in our joy,
transcendent in our understanding,
Our sense of self is transient.
Let us be love—
not as an elusive dream,
but a tangible act.
Let us be united with the whole.
And play our life roles.
with eloquence
vibrancy,
and grace.
Written: April 3rd 2024
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
How I venerate you, O Lord
In your lens, lenity and levity loom
as a benign breeze
Stars doth glitter in a prolific night sky
Their radiance is a celestial litter
guiding wayward souls to shine
When people slumber, embrace
They heed no calls.
Even gates sealed by nobility
won't disrupt their serene sleepiness
yet I embrace your extol in solitude
In an epoch where time stretches
No flame flickers with fervor
as I wassail on Ambrosian Amber
amorist aflame by zeal and dazes
I spy on myself with an unequivocal shield
Observing an abundance of stars in motion
With clouds skating kindly, hide-and-seek
Through a sky smeared with ink
It's well past midnight
My knees start to quake and aquiver
I had eagerly awaited the moment.
Beneath clay of life
Amidst challenges, beleaguer
I'm tripping and fumbling from a perch
Oh, what a sight...
I fall from my pedestal
Now diminished to creeping and crawling
Our separation has been long
and crave your arcane embrace
It's been ages since
I first revered your ariose divinity
I will never perish asunder.
I grasp your blithely unfathomable lens
I am witnessing the blossoming of canorous love
while I am tangled in its throes
My clangor corpulent return is obvious
after desultory crestfallen
I grapple in agony, seeking mercy
Despite my anguish, I felt forlorn
in need of your diaphanous meed
But you never let me be lonesome
Constantly providing an unwavering glow.
Dulcet shrine dances
A hundred billion mirrors
Elysian pin-sized effusive
Dazzles with an ephemeral glow
Rising in an esoteric mirror
Fastidious gossamer glimmers
Of the divine inveigle
Until you bear them in
How will you realize?
Who resides there?
Elixir lyrics by masters
Churning my impalpable blood
Into jaunt juicy ambrosia.
You grasp my languid state
And celebrate
Wait till I dissolve
Into loquacious nectar
then will drink and maunder
a nebulous nexus was around?
Burden of proof lies squarely on the accused’s name;
The filer can exaggerate and overstate any imagined claim.
In Minnesota, Judges are forced to approve nearly every filing,
Driven by social movements and organizations beguiling.
Oft approved ex parte, temporarily, a future hearing scheduled,
This scorch the earth weapon, leaves most divorce issues settled.
Children are torn from their nuclear parent’s loving arms,
Under the malevolent guise they are protected from atomic harms.
Homes change hands before the ink dries on an order penned,
Leaving the respondent in the streets on their sore hind-end.
Given ten minutes under a Sherriff deputy’s mindful and glaring guard,
One can enter the house to take an armful never to return to the yard.
Future proceedings can take many months and in some cases years,
Simple items forgotten will not be given until the MTA clears.
Falsely accused, you’d think it would not ever get worse,
Until one discovers the plaintiff also firmly grasps strings on the purse.
Given days to mastermind and execute the unfolding of events,
The accuser never looks back considering recompense.
The use of OFP’s in divorce is not only legal,
Attorneys are even encouraged to inveigle.
No laws exist to punish use outside of the scope of legality,
Lawyers readily encourage the OFP’s use as a simple formality.
Even when the order is rescinded or released upon first hearing,
The status quo has been set in favor of the plaintiff endearing.
The state says they would like to minimize conflict in divorce,
Out of fear for real abuse victims they simply will not change course.
But, the moral of “The Boy Who Cries Wolf” ends in his grisly death.
Protect real victims, punish the abuse of the OFP use and breadth.
He is my mirror,
Just what I wanted him to be!
His smile spreads permeating delight.
His storge love is my strength.
My achievement, my smile, my pride!
My upright and infallible child!
His prates, sanguinity, dreams and ambitions,
Are treasures of my life!
He is a wizard who ignites the warmth a family requires!
Yes, he is my caterpillar, my cute little firefly!
This is about 08/02/22.......the day..... …………………………..He turned back and just said NO!
May be my protective spotlight scorched his vibes.
May be I could not hold his hand tight.
May be I did not understand and guide.
May be my preaching’s were just too high.
If the bond never existed, how would it survive?
May be it was a mirage just to misguide.
The anxiety, the exhaustion does not let me survive.
How would I wipe away those sullenly eyes and exasperated goodbye!
The dreadful departure and my empty nest strive.
How would I get out of this woeful sigh!
Closed eyes and rolling tears can’t decide.
Referee the conflict or may I just hide?
How do I bring him back, how do I inveigle?
How long this saudade will survive?
I still stand here or I have just died?
Without him I can survive, no I defy!!
WORD REFERENCE:
Defy: Openly resist or refuse.
Sanguinity: The optimistic feeling that all is going to turn out well.
Strive: Struggle or fight vigorously.
Sigh: Deep audible breath expressing sadness.
Saudade: A sad state of intense longing for someone or something that is absent.
Inveigle: Using dishonest way to convince.
Storge Love: Affection that naturally exists between a parent and child.
Preaching: The giving of moral advice in a pompously self-righteous way.
Exhaustion: A state of extreme physical or mental tiredness.
Permeating: Spread throughout.
Scorches: Burn the surface of (something)
Sullenly: in a way that shows irritation, ill humour, or gloom; morosely
Exasperated: Intensely irritated and frustrated.
Prate: Talk foolishly or at tedious length about something.
Dreadful: Frightfully.
Infallible: Always perfect and right, without any errors or mistakes.
Written: May 23, 2024
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I call you a Venus-blooded princess
deity related to grace and love
you, alone, lost track of your roots
you seem like an amnesiac orphan
searching for love
and a spot to deem abode
lingering emotion
still a sight of a shed dynasty
a voice from wide Hellenic chasm
deep into satin-waved azure sea.
You travel through life as a refugee
being unaware of your royalty
awaiting you is your dynasty
Ignorant of celestial ability
sliding nightly to kiss your feet
your modesty enhances your splendor
oblivious that angels revere you.
Blood flecks Earth's palms
vulture-vamoosed blood loss
fragmented feelings slapped at you
from men grody to your stature
you trade power for gossamer grief
saving those who lack to drain you
finishing a faintly flickering flame
once fatuous flared flawlessly.
You still fight valiantly
still, search for your ethnic kin
you've been banished, little knight
supplied by your ancient souls
tell you to heed the wave whispering
be quiet; listen to Atlantis' harp lament
you are infested with worms.
Pirates stole your Kismet
Zombies inveigle your regal elixir
oblivious disconsolate each air
eviscerate you and lay you bare
quenching hunger in esoteric fruit
while you bear ethereal anguish
crestfallen, reclaim what's yours
let the tides carry you home
your tenacity defeats lecherous
your breath creates waves
hold Elysian sword tightly
your veins are boiling with fire blood
focus on inner chimera samurai
return to your throne
wear your genuine crown.
Rule # 0: We alone write the Rules (and We use them as tools when We murder the ‘mules’)
Rule # 1: Our Intentions are torqued (double Standards well forked as Our Wars are uncorked)
Rule # 2a: what We do defines Legal (no need to inveigle, decrees the Bald Eagle)
Rule # 2b: yes, Our Rules are The Rules (and those rules not Our Rules are de facto not Rules)
Rule # 2c: for Our Rules make Our might (the blind see it’s alright and sleep tight through the night)
Rule # 3a: yes, Our word must suffice (and will surely be nice, laced with sugar or spice)
Rule # 3b: never dare throw the dice (or to be more concise, never think once or twice)
Rule # 3c: simply take Our advice (which is but a small price to avoid sacrifice)
Rule # 4a: once We’ve come We’ll be staying (midst shells ricocheting, and bodies decaying)
Rule # 4b: night and day We’ll be preying (ignoring the slaying, no need to be praying)
Rule # 5: homegrown press heeds The Rules (helping fire Our fuels, by convincing the fools)
Rule # 6: ‘ebon black’ is Our white (definition of ‘light’ in the dead of the night)
Rule # 7a: We’re the cops of the world (with Our justice well hurled, when Our arms are unfurled)
Rule # 7b: if We lose, ‘lose’ means WIN (being experts at spin, need We twirl it again?)
Rule # 8a: what they think theirs, is Ours (’cause We’ve got all the powers to plant them ’neath flowers)
Rule # 8b: so WE loot where We like (and if need be WE strike, thus enriching Our reich)
Rule # 8c: Our invasions? defensive (for allies expensive, with sanctions intensive)
Rule # 9a: We can kidnap at will (and if need be We’ll kill, while the mocking birds trill)
Rule # 9b: yes, We kill when We chose (in Our faraway coups, where We’ve nothing to lose)
Rule # 9c: and We take ’cause We’re needy (and they? ’cause they’re greedy, which seems kinda seedy)
Rule # 10a: join Our new ‘Bored of Peace’ (thereby helping Us fleece; Our pale palms need the grease!)
Rule # 10b: costs a billion, not more (supporting the war for the company store)
Rule # 11: best abide by Our Rules! (else We cut off your jewels and feed you Our stools)
Written: May 2nd, 2024
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Quixotic quest quiddity
As dusk sapidity emerges,
Casting a shadow
Weeping waves smash
in foamy scatters;
seraphic strophic sojourn
groans in a gossamer gaunt
Arid shadows fade.
In a hazy blur,
emptiness lingers.
Shorebirds console each other.
in epicedes of
velvety whispers
and elusive sighs.
Horizon amid
cinereous graffiti of
tear-stained threnody and
raven blooms.
It breaks my heart, too
with crimson, auric, and
plum, plum, purple wings,
why haven't you
returned
to me in spring?
to our moon-smeared love
& diaphanous elixir
amethyst kisses of
emerald ablaze,
spiraling in seductive
sapphire scarlet sounds,
Your love, a fiery flow
Flames aflame,
with gemstones aglow.
Dark ideas settle in
my head is akin to
a tombstone,
Obstructing—my judgment
early hours are lost
in the fog,
their significance dimmed
I succumb to allure
of nightfall and
I shut my eyes.
Acquiesce to inquiry
in heaven, each flower
boasts a mirror
to inveigle into each valley,
Beneath a sky of
countless clouds;
quaint lodge stands out,
surrounded
by a myriad of
shimmering ponds
capture a vast expanse
of coastlines.
Uncharted shores,
where vessels veered
toward vast seas,
untrodden by any praxis
As twilight falls,
coastlines curve in a crescendo
across horizon.
Cloaking hill peaks in mist.
loquacious verbosity
recognized in wisdom
beyond spectrum of
circumlocution.
In a flurry of
fading flowers,
faith-filled fields, &
fugacious felicity.
Snare drum rotunda
somberly chimes
within a forest,
Its dulcet echos rhyme.
We've wandered down
curious trails
basking in the sun
warm embrace;
In depths of shadows,
We've sought with fear,
an ambient arena,
vast and near.
Unveiling a shore infinite,
In an abyss where
every heart resides.
With its boundless skies
Heavy and eerie silence reigned therein,
The dark rooms looking sullen, cold, and mean,
As if they had taken serious offence
Against me who had failed in their esteem,
My heart, feeling contrite, was heaving tense,
To have halfway deserted my fond dream.
No one was there my inner thoughts to share,
None who could some forgiveness to me spare,
Aimless I wandered into my blank mind,
And wished I could that royal guitar find
To inveigle my heavy heart to sing:
O Fire, this poor moth that in vain wished once
To fly away, has returned with wrecked wing
To thee, forgive him just this one instance,
Burn away both his wings and make him lame,
Nay, consume him in thy red scorching flame.
As I wailed clue-less, my soul sinking low,
Two warm teardrops fell down upon my brow.
Dark and deep clouds hung overcast on hills
That day, the gloomy woods and bare river
Awaiting in suspense with monsoon drills,
An ominous calm prevailed all over.
And soon it all shivered— land along sky,
A wild storm blew forth and went howling by,
Through pathless woods baring its lightning teeth,
Like a raving maniac snapping chain,
Wishing to unleash hell, terrible pain
To whoso there’s on hills, whoso beneath.
And not a soul around was in the camp
To wipe the dark of heart, nor light a lamp,
I felt: a woman lying on her face—
On a carpet below the bed, clasping
Her wounded heart, and pulling hair in stress,
Blood trickling down, in utter pain, laughing
Still, bursting into a heart-wringing wail,
Now, rend her bodice, now beat breasts gone frail,
And from nowhere winds roared in from windows,
The pouring rains soaked further her sorrows.
Through the night, the storm never ceased to rage,
Nor did my fair lady's passionate cry,
I wandered from room to room, a blind man,
Unremitting sorrows my companion,
And yet none there who could have consoled me,
As I heard the cry: ‘stay back, all is false',
Meher Ali the mad was there, no doubt,
The old tenant of this odd wailing house,
‘Tell me what’s false?' I could not help but ask,
Waving me off was how he responded,
Repeating, ‘stay back, stay back, all is false'.
_____________________________________________
Narrative |01.04.2024|
Note: A poetic translation of Rabindranath Tagore’s story in Bengali, Kshudhaarto Paashaana.
I'm merely mortal, a speck upon Earth,
circumspect of gazing into distant heavens,
spellbound by stars staring back at me.
They inveigle my silly senses.
I strain to hear their pellucid inscriptions
that shouldn't be clear to humans,
but are transparent to me.
I personify celestial orbs, attempting to break
their astral coded whispers through galactic
places that we thought were empty spaces
between each twinkling of starlight.
They wink through invisible portals,
murmuring secrets about us
or whatever stars are interested in.
Each other? Gossipers!
What secrets do they share, or keep?
Perhaps they're more like us than we suspected.
They have names, grow old, eyes dim
and die a cosmic death. I've been wondering...
where do fallen stars go when they die?
I apologize at any unintentional
flagitious, egregious,
deleterious et cetera and
atrocious (asper wording),
which accidental faux pas
toward an allpoetry participant
named skypriceireland, who brand
did me with
crookedly unflattering feedback,
and practically demand
did, an explanation,
which hoop fully
clarifies intended feedback,
thus aye expand
utmost sincerity and perceives
how my anger got fanned
when purposeful intent grand
lee and roundly surmising
if the Jesse (un-named child) referenced
in the poem played
an influential invisible hand
as the whims of children
can be so inventive
absent any parental oversight
to inveigle being baited
from kiddie make believe island
a desired outcome, rather
exclaim with com manned
double delight at such un-planned
Hi Yo Silver braying ejaculation,
thus upon this
expostulation I stand.