Short Impels Poems

sense impels
                                                      quality compels
                                                          doer does...

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I will flow 
where the energy 
of love impels me
to flow—

just as wild rivers 
pursue the pull of the 
distant waves—to
each kiss from the salt 
of the ocean—

to become whole—
One....

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Distort of sounds strum his bow —sawed heart rhythms,
mischievous fool impels my mind's rapt boredom.
The devil's finger warns and pivots, sedates,
adrift among alleged stolen dreamscapes.
The jester sleeps all day, perplexed I awake....

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Intrinsic awareness channeled through time
Impels the cognitive basic impulses incessant
Intones the echoing rhythm of benign bliss 
Inside the emptiness of resonating perception.
Invisible life force abhors vacuum pervasive
Imbues the void with the essence of divinity....

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The time has come to bid farewell
To all these earthly toils and cares
To nobler heights the soul impels
The time has come to bid farewell
And join the angels where they dwell
Now comes the climb up Jacob's stairs
The time has come to bid farewell
To all these earthly toils and cares.



                        Timothy I. Brumley...

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Worry, impels you
Faster now, to the grave
If we don't take this shell
Why attach such importance
to its tribulations
The soul rises above
Its existence
Taking lessons
Not finer details

Our bodies are collateral
Sacrifices, to the reality
Of after life
Our time here
Is the heaven and hell
Based on moral choice

When our trial is done
And imperfections, atoned
We become everything
And leave none
Alone...

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My wife and I stroll hand in hand
As evening drops its lilac veil
When, off the river, stirs a chill,
Which sends her cuddling to my arms
With face upturned to taste my lips—
The gloaming brightens as we kiss.

For quite a while, that pose we hold:
Two lovers on the brink of night
‘Neath wisps of salmon cirrus clouds
‘Til twilight’s purple, darker hue
Impels us to return back home,
Arriving on the cusp of love....

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born with a fierce urge 
       to create 
         to express
            to emote
soul gifts that pour into the body 
and must be released 

you cannot imagine the driving force 
that impels them 
       exposes them 
and the risks they will take 

a rare and precarious existence 
       the pure creative expression 
of sensitive souls easily abused

they burn brightly 
then burn out 

2+7=9
the number of completion...

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Does it not the sight repel
Trying to others compel
Against their wish on a thing 
And their ‘’No!’’ did loudly ring?  

It can’t to Heaven propel 
Deeds that could students expel;
For which phoned cops could one swing;
And one starts flaps of a wing! 

Or can one the claim dispel
That mischief maker impels?

God knows that the best defense 
Against every felt offence
Is that you’d sat on the fence
Not the counter you offer 
Nor the hard blows you prefer....

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We,
here now,
mind body,
as an aspect
of absoluteness,
by outpouring ourself
into the thought projection
to feel by touch, limit ourself,
by melding into forms created,
as a momentary hypnotic trance.

Dreamer as both the subject and object,
having now ensouled the illusions,
feels separate from other forms,
whilst also thus unaware
of himself as dreamer,
having so conjured
movie enacted
as desire
impels
us.

23-February-2021...

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A living poem, not yet written,
not yet visible, haunts the periphery
of the inner eye.

She is as light as a feather,
though she has a deep-set gravity,
her presence impels my mind toward her.

Which way to seek?
The poem that is not yet created
is a womb both empty and full,
its potential
demands subservience.

A dark machinery makes love,
to the unsubstantial,
and one single insight is born,

from that seed within a seed,
she nakedly comes,
now you must dress her.

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My love is powerful like a Roman's
Shield 
Brutal weapons of lust i won't 
Conceal 
Magestic  beauty impels my emotions like 
Spears 
My senses become  dull when your so 
Near 
Incoherent are my words because it's 
Hard to speak 
Playing our bodies like  instruments dancing heart beats
You call me a God because kings rarely 
Measure 
A pronounced but ofcourse a seldom 
Pleasure 
Love is living and pain buried away 
Like dust 
Gently silence of the world as passion enfolds us...

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