Permissible Poems | Examples

Act Of Defiance

All at once I  absquatulated,
in hindsight now I know why. 
The craziness simply escalated,
I no longer held the desire to try. 

The pellucid message in silence
is a fierce strong-arm motivator.
Sucked into an act of defiance,
I will not indulge an instigator.

Speaking with a cogent message
I have expunged every syllable.
With no words I have set the stage
for a civil dialog to be permissible.

Now it’s your turn to open it up,
apply for a little bit of restitution.
You must swallow your pride cup 
if you want to apply for absolution. 

Time to become a showstopper,
no need to be unruly or obscene. 
I say ‘Be wise my little grasshopper, 
there is more than one jelly bean.’

Retribution

Everything that you do
Is permissible, but not
All are rewarding.

A Permissible Lie

   When is it permissible to lie ~

     when everything else's already been tried

The Burn Intensity

Is it acceptable to blaze so fervently?
Aflame with longing for the unattainable
To crave melting in their embrace
An emotion beyond understanding

Persistently yearning for their words
To partake in the exchange of energies
Uncover the details of their day
And unravel the threads of their plans

To yearn for a replay of our last encounter
Reliving the moments of entwined lips
Bodies swaying to a well-known cadence

This sensation ensnares me
Every attempt to escape is futile
You draw me back, compelling me to ask:
Is it permissible to burn with such intensity?

When Undies Go

Easing the panties down off of a cutie
Provides a good view of her natural beauty

With delicate fabric then out of the way
That play field's clear for that most special play

A stroke and a lick, a tickle and kiss
Will start her along on the way to much bliss 

Then she'll look with favor on all of your moves
To head towards getting right into the groove 

Unconstrained access to goodies a-plenty
Makes hope spring right up for permissible entry!

Strength In Weakness

Strengthen even in weakness
The strength that a man resist is much more persist by a woman, it is granted to her because God knows each gender attributes he instill.
 So if you are a whoremongur, you shouldn't want to be permissive anymore, because  God got you on duty, at the same hour of the enemy time. Make sense become accurate in the eyes of the permissible, before foolishness drip on the masculinity, Purpose being denied are the results of a wasted brain. God moving forward on those who can retain is something worth that man being shame. And when the feminine role resist to stay it's only to say she found a safer place called dignity, not for the public peace, but for the  loyalty she lives by. And for the peace of her own sanity. That God has given her the peace to start war because he knows her strengthen even in weakness.

Can I Say That

there’s a timid little man who lives in my head
he stops me from saying things they won’t like
they--the keepers of the “you can’t say that”
the keepers of the permissible
they change
the rules
so the little man sometimes won’t let me speak
even to myself
and they are happy
but I am not. Can I say that?



11/2/2021

Thumb Struck - Dk

Oh, the pain of getting a thumb struck
Is not overshadowed by feeling dumbstruck
When a car door is slammed on a finger
There is no logical reason to linger
Taking a pain pill as soon as possible
In this case is perfectly permissible
Soaking in ice is always helpful, too
But I don’t know what else to do!


written August 12, 2021
especially for "Dumbstruck" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Charles Messina

Crisis

Few odd kilometers now
In this short walk.
The feet all sore
And the mind, sulk.
"Who knows where the park is
Or when the time to bed is?"

The brain is full of shade.
The head needs its shrewd.
If the mouth won't say,
The body would.
"Is it permissible to be in the restroom?
One needs to be at ease, soon."

Thinking, "out of ten, I'm nine!"
In truth, he's genesis in time.
Conflicted youth in his prime.
Tired!
Feeling, "I need a peaceful rest.
Hands folded, placed in chest!"

The Fondest Conviction

Each one of us has
the fondest conviction
that encourages us to move on,
to explore new horizons,
new frontiers still unknown;
turn your prospective into reality
and finally, reach your goal.

Caring for one another,
looking out for unseen dangers
to protect our life that's more 
brittle than a glass that shatters;
more than our sight given to us
to witness the beauty, the ugliness
and endless inhumanity.

Is conviction a rejected assumption,
if it doesn't show the strength within,
the permissible advantage of realizing
a persuasive concept in the making?

Many dreams fail not having
enough confidence to persuade them,
be realistic but also optimistic;
a pessimist sees things differently
swaying from the logic of persuasion,
from a declaration of utter disbelief
that a simple thought can become
bigger than an underestimate idea,
even grander than a visualized dream.

Each one of us has the fondest conviction
that any effort made is better than none
and whenever satisfaction rewards us
with a trophy of our own; all is lost,
nothing is gained in bashful living...
not sought by the unconfident and timid.

Past To Whisper

PAST TO WHISPER

           Charisma of your dreamy eyes alluring enchanting me.
             Feeling helpless how to restrain
              but just to rush on dynamism.

          Your ethereal smile mesmerizing me.
           Throbbing pulsation trembling in thrill.
             Yet heart to wobble, mind to dither.
             Vulnerable ambient how to interdict!
            
          Is it permissible or a blunder?
       How to decide yet eager soul ready to surrender.
       Touched your finger to shiver in every limb
          Lingering urge surging.
               Passion surpassing emotion.
                    Quiescent thirst how to quench!
                          Why hesitation!

           Reminiscences pulling behind,
            but bygone days not to rewind. 
           Dormant remembrances unfurling drooped petals.
             How to wave farewell to my lost dreams!
           Forgotten past still whispering.

Love In Quietude

LOVE IN QUIETUDE

       He feels love and she loves to feel.
       Deal on love or love to deal.
        He didn’t talk and she didn’t voice.
         Both were perfect on their choice.
         Chaplin’s movie in Hollywood
          showing mutual gratitude.

        Both sank in reverie of solitude.
        Song of love sung in interlude.
        Symphony is inaudible.
       Yet passion is permissible.                                   
        Love whispered in couple’s mind
       Emotive urges were entwined.       

      Ardor echoed to rebound
       turning amour without sound.
      Though seemed unbelievable
      Yet uttered no syllable.   
       Seed of love was sowed.  
       Amorous flow glowed.                                

        Impulses in subsonic state
         murmuring in heart and pulsate.   
         No need to be loud nor to listen
         But to be proud and to glisten
         In tranquility of love
         Togetherness to observe.
  
   09/31/19

  'Silence'  contest by Silent one

Age of Love

AGE OF LOVE

        To love and to be loved,
         as socially observed      
         is the prime passion,
         need not to mention.
                                
        Teen-ager or youngster
        It does not matter.
        Ladies and Gentlemen
        Senior Citizen!

        All welcome in field of love.
       Same age? Not to reserve.
        Most humans develop attraction
       in contemporary generation.
                                 
      Yet, neither rare nor impossible,
      Rather always permissible
     Affairs between Ladies and Gents
     as going on from ancient to recent.
                         
     Age of loved one may be much more or less,
     not hampering mutual happiness.
     Amour is a flow in bubbling blood,
    washing two hearts in passion-flood                                
                             
     Younger or Older? No questions.
     Two souls unite, and emotion moistens. 
   
     12/15/17
                               Third Place
    'STRAND SPECIAL U'   Contest by Brian Strand

Of Wonders and Miracles

https://m.soundcloud.com/user-921599710/of-wonders-and-miracles

Of wonders and miracles
Remover of obstacles
You are unstoppable
My Lord you reign

Unshaken invincible
Of justice permissible
Indifference unthinkable
My Lord you reign

Of presence intangible
Almighty wonderful
Love that’s unchangeable
My Lord you reign

Truth undeniable
Peace unmistakeable
Steadfast unshakeable
My Lord you reign

Sovereign unmoveable
Strong unassailable
Power unbreakable
My Lord you reign

Written by Geraldine Taylor ©

The Best Medicine

Creative writing is for those 
who like to make us ponder,
their meanings can be hidden,
cause our feeble minds to wonder,
esoteric pieces puzzle,
leave us with uneasy feelings,
better that we entertain
and trash the doubts and double dealings.


Humor is the best medicine,
limericks are sure to please,
especially when we're mired and stuck,
and need to set our minds at ease.
I have written words... O jeez!
just cast your eyes on my 'Ennui,'
a twentieth century group of deadbeats,
not soulful creatures just like you and me!


So I will try from hereon out
to enrich this happy place,
indulge my failing sense of humor
fill you up with style and grace.
Are belly laughs permissible?
you bet, the more the merrier,
I will test your funny bone,
so you'd better WATCH THIS SPACE!

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