Short Instils Poems
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Seasons
of emptiness-
barren,desert dry
poetry can lie
undisturbed
dormant on this page.
a dead object ‘til
the cadence
of a voice
intones
instils
&
thus
becomes alive
Despite the part bout growing old,
the old fool wants what he cant hold,
the love of some pretty babe,
thought ageless, but the mind instils,
a body past its use-by thrill,
is just an old fools way, Don
Caught in the open
trapped in maya web
nowhere we may hide
from spiralling fear
borne of our ego
The hypnotist
offers no cure
no healer too
offers solace
In stillness
calm silence
we abide
Gods love
Instils
Light
05-October-2020
Like dream over nightmare
A rose glides free and conquers my world, my senses
with deep care
and instils love,
weeds soul from the cobwebs of sin,
to vow
life long
sing me, her spouse,
song
Like dream over nightmare
weeds soul from the cobwebs of sin,
song
Rain-streaked slippery street
Wet dull sun instils melancholy
In the air, lamp shimmers on drenched pavement,
Weather-beaten souls in a variety of hats.
Pretty Girl in long flowing skirt holding
Bouquet of radiant yellow flowers,
A luminous aura of elation surrounds her
effervescent existence,
Gentleman passing by with minimal care.
Summer, with warmest
Of benignant wills
Full-faced, with a gladdening
Dawn to dusk, unquenched
There, each, if sea- tumbled drenched
What as flushed instils.
Of which coastal heat
Enveloped, once wooed
Its cliffed heights, the loner's urge
Blown further along
There, down there, as clear, day-long
Thousands singly viewed.
anglesea vic.
I see a mountain and I wonder,
I see a river and I wonder,
What permeates their instincts;
Is it some permutation
Or some ever pertaining philosophy.
The consistency to flow,
The consistent grandeur,
The consistent magnanimous posture,
Instils in me a supreme passion,
A determinant instinct, to pursue,
And paint the world with such a beauty,
And fill it with the essence of purity,
The glory of truth and an inspirational glow.
With things I want
yet cannot have
my life is shot through.
It is the wanting and not having
which instils much of their value.
Dreams, ideals and wishes
tumble like crystal feathers;
falling, smashing, fragmenting and dissolving;
yet what they leave in their wake
is the asphalt dust of life evolving
into something licked by tongues of fire,
alive and kicking, black and blue,
these things I want
yet cannot have
mean less than nothing
if I cannot have you.