Short Allurement Poems
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She
exudes
coquetry-
with a flirty
smile
Portrait of a Younf Woman by Roger Van de Weyden 1599-1641
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Sky with white clouds soaring eagle
Ocean breeze with flying seagull
Diamond necklace looking regal
Queen's adornment
Jay with color no birds equal
Nice allurement.
Form:
A boudoir lined with glass mirrors
reflecting her many faces
possessed by vanity.
Eyeshadows and rouge mix
to heighten streaks of allurement
with tears crashing for lost youth's gloss.
I see some strange sights,
a world within the chasm-
slowly filling up,
flooding the fields of imagination.
There is a desert left,
a blip here and there-
finally joined the herd.
So this is what its like-
seeing the allurement,
yet doing nothing more.
You are the daydream that
Allows my creativity to be unleashed
Stimulating sensations, the essence of
Inspiration personified
Releasing elations
You are a vision enveloped in
Allurement, mesmerized I desire
Sincerely to express unfeigned appreciation
Inscribed within these lines for you
Radiate fascination
The sun smiles back as I glance upon it’s beams of allurement
only nature can bring me such torment
to see things as beautiful as a sunrise
but wars wage on and the helpless belong to their silent cries
there will always be a sunrise and sunset
but people do not know what they have done yet
continuing on with lives of comfort and regret.
Form:
Materializing Craft
Placed on hard wood writing with fingers actuated & brilliant
While feet float covering bass and manage manipulation of volume
So as to accentuate the crescendo
This allurement and I construct the anthem
My heart sings
Bars inked with sonancy spilling out rhythmic bestowal
Until my musical thespian can not flow anymore
She is not conflicted youth
Nor is she wisdom's solace
She is not untroubled virtue
Nor aloof neglect
She is not the condemned's justice
Or the penitent's salvation
She is not barricaded faith
Nor is she candlelit belief
She is not invisible
Although she is unseen
She is not pity's allurement
Nor is she pride, unshamed
She is but a cold gravestone's
Crumbled, abandoned name.
8/09/19
bloodshot deriving out of wide eyes conformed to the ceiling
ruby red polish accompany the nail
spritz of fragrance leaving behind an illusion of professionalism
receiving roses to give glad hand towards beauty
why is my allurement the focal point of my pitiful existence?
the roses molded
the incense faded
the varnish chipped away
the lids have found one another once again
awaken once more only to find that expression
A vampires kiss, a sudden rise of
delight. For unknown reasons you
feel no fright.
Captivated by his stare, his true
evil masked you're unaware.
Enticed by his wicked attraction,
he introduces himself as Count
Dracula.
His allurement draws you towards
his blood thirsty lust. Seemingly
charming yet keep your distance,
do not trust.
The wooden stake behind your back,
drive it through his heart. It's a must
turning him back to dust.
Form:
Watch it bloom in the midnight sun,
embrace its deep scarlet glow,
feel its thorns pierce your tender,
soft silk skin.
Watch it wilt in the frost,
creating frozen dew upon its petals,
sparkling like pieces of broken crystal,
feel its powerful allurement,
mystery and conjuration embracing your
mind within its gentle touch of attraction
and disguised true meaning,
although silently it whispers many
words of truth and beholds the fate
of life - birth and death.
Form:
Sharp knife in hand,
Preparing vegetables from the fertile organic land…
Following the plan,
From the high command…
Using my purposeful skill,
Creating knowledge soup containing nature’s wise will…
Ingest your first bite,
Sensing a force, Herculaneum might…
A vibration sets in,
Ringing the healing bells begin...
As the cells fuse with divine Delight…
To my master, love gratefully...
The knowledge bestowed to me of culinary philosophy wizardry…
Why do you strain me?
O, troublesome conscience
Latching on, hoping I will succumb
Listening to your unearthly nonsense
Why do you hurt me?
O, superficial voice
Making me judge by allurement
Rather than giving me a choice
Why can’t I?
O, restraining utterance
You see me fail before I even begin
Treating me the same in every occurrence
Why do you desert me?
O, ever-present being
Ironic it seems to say this
O! inner voice of feeling
Leave me! I will have bliss
For sale Sign, then car impulse tapped me
The allurement and chance trapped me.
An orange-red gripping gleamer
Transformed me to a car dreamer.
With this Z-car I could soar free.
Me and that Z are meant to be.
I shall call the seller and see
If he’s honest or a schemer.
I love this car.
Driving the Z, now owned by me,
I’m high on adrenaline glee.
Sexy shape, lush lines, hot screamer,
A driving fervor redeemer!
Shifting, I zoom my Z-she-spree.
I love this car.