Stimulations Poems | Examples

Jolted by Twilight

Quote: "Tomorrow's sun will rise, either in splendor or behind a mask of clouds, but it will rise." Unknown Author of a well known poem.

As the day meanders by,
Sunbeams still stream from the sky, 
With so many promises left to fulfil.
And a relaxed sensation lingers still.
Euphoric stimulations rush through my mind,
A pulsating tempo, urging me on to unwind.
A peace in knowing, what I know to be so,
I fret for the knowledge of what I don’t know.
Alarmed yet inspired by the sun’s sudden sinking.
The loss of this day sets my mind feverishly thinking.
A panicked realization, harshly jolted by twilight.
The day is ending and turning to night.
I watch the golden orb with its crimson halo.
Each unfinished promise must wait, this I know.
The sun melts into the far off shadowy hills,
My failure to complete each task, now gives me chills.
However, sunset’s glowing beauty of splendor untold.
I rest as night’s velvety blanket begins to unfold.
With a sweetness, and a warm tranquil overtone. 
Knowing that tomorrow’s arrival is surely set in stone.

MY STILL LIFE

a
disguised symbolism
in
an 
      immersive
  conception
enveloped &
surrounded
with
imagery
of the commonplace

revealed
by
  stimulations
of
the mind

an
illumination
becomes
 a
momento
of
   hypereality

STILL LIFE MODERNISTA 20-21 century

Still life  nature mortista

an immersive
  conception
enveloped &
surrounded
with
imagery
of the commonplace

a
disguised symbolism
in a cloak
        of
   interpretations
appearances
of
time
  standing
still
arrested
   moments
revealed
by
  stimulations
of
the mind


illuminations
of
past
  yesterdays
becoming
 todays
postponed
  memory
&
  lives
again

a
momento
mori
in hypereality
of
sentient
touchstones
in
memorials
  of perception

   aesthetic
 sublimations
of
spontaneity
in
fascinating
  expectations

a visual
 genesis
of
animation
 once distant
now
  alive
once more
 to past
 existence
from
shadows
of
 genesis

A Momento Mori

time standing stlll
arrested
   moments revealed
in stimulations
of the mind

revealed lluminations
of the past yesterdays
becoming today
tomorrow's postponed
memory

past pictures live again
momento mori in hypereality
as monuments
to past existence
from shadows of transience

sentient touchstones
in memorials of perception
aesthetic sublimations
of immersive
spontaneity


fascinating expectations
in a visual  genesis
of  suspended animation
 still distant
now living again

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Evocations An Ekphrasis

EVOCATIONS a still life ekphrasis


time standing
stlll
arrested
   moments
revealed
in
stimulations
of
the mind

revealed
illuminations
of
 the
past
yesterdays
becoming
today
tomorrow's
postponed
memory

past pictures
live
again


momento
mori
in hypereality
as
monuments
 to past
 existence
from
shadows
of
transience

sentient
touchstones
in
memorials
of perception

   aesthetic
 sublimations
of
 immersive
spontaneity
with
fascinating
  expectations

a visual
of genesis
in
 suspended
animation
 still distant
now
  living
again


NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.

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Progeny

Some years ago,
having more than I needed
and time on my hands,
I deposited funds from
one side of the country 
to the other.
Private, closet sized rooms,
sanitized for my protection,
visual stimulations upon request.
Today my progeny are everywhere, 
and not once in all those years
so much as a father's day card
from the ungrateful little rug-rats.

Musings

beauty makes demands
        exertions
           to overcome
              stimulations
imprints
  in a new phase
      an essential experiment
to assimulate
    to induce
          the tranquil
soft as falling rain
     a capacity to feel
     to purge the past
     the unseen the seen
to reveal
       & render anew
       & accentuate&embrace
in
   the contours
     of my mindh

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Early mornings
How I hate them
Unreasonable conclusions
No stimulations
But I did love them

Unyieldingly demanding
Full of pep
Only if they knew
That was then
This is now

Up early
I just cannot do them
Things are out of control
I am past my prime
Seems so long ago

Now they are ruthless
No where to hide
Now they are clueless
No knowledge to acquire
No more confusion

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The Proximity of Your Heat

Proximity

                      Virility displaying
                    Animalistic hunting
              Desirous energy coursing
               Transparency in longing
               Saturating primal urging 
               Sweaty scent promising
            Sexual stimulations pulsing 
            Electrifying depths arousing
           Voracious hunger thundering
               Sleek predator pouncing
                 Jugular vein clamping
         Contracting muscle exploding
               Entangled bodies rolling
               Beating hearts pounding
                Killing swiftly, climaxing
               Tousled tongue hanging
                      Satiated needing

In God's Words

The ink in my pen writes and demands to be heard
It screams peace, justice, and hope as it pens God’s word 
As my ink flows, there are too many days that I cried 
From the truth of my past pain I witnessed my words of poetry haven’t lied
But I’m a man who was beaten, and his insanity denied
I never gave up my will to survive, so every day I tried
My fear of not knowing fueled my weakness but; it also gave my faith strength
Jesus’s love swathed my soul, his mercy and grace healed my body at length 
The lies of disease and defeat that served as unworldly stimulations
The words of Jesus gave me encouraging hope, which healed my past 
condemning revelations
With all my life’s tribulations and experiences that I’ve witnessed I know that 
Jesus will heal this nation
I write this poem to God to show my appreciation
The ink in my pen will never run out
Because Father God will never forsake and leave me without a doubt

1-2-12

Gathered as a swarm of bees,
He stands poised with swollen knees,
Squinting forcefully towards fleeting
Dreams, beyond the dreadful, scum sucking

Incumbants, bathing in their own excrement.
Eyes opaque like a hard boiled egg;
Squishy, bleeding yoke chased
By morbid impulses and frenzied statements.

He was then approached by a herd of hallowed
Holograms, draped with voided encodements borrowed
From sagacious salamanders, and the like. It's priced
Similarly to what can never be bought.

Open wounds salved with the next bloody
Thought, entangled incessantly with petty
Constructs protruding simultaneously, with
Belligerance graced by drunken discourse.

Fingers dance to the beat of the force
Ash pummels perverted protagonists perched
Precociously, pompously, perpetually a passage
Penetrates related, inflated, deflated Ids and egos.

Happenstance leaks out in porous rivulets linked
Like DNA strands sullied, salty, sacreligious
Particles, still he permeates into tinctures
Possesing glorious stimulations with sphincters.

12 21 12

One who is steadfast with resolve follows the yellow brick road…
Awareness fused with understanding co-creation connection transforms burden’s load…
The Prince is emerging from her kiss, shedding the mundane form of the toad…
The now moment is upon me; reveal the beauty of my inner crystal geode…

Observation requires stillness from stimulations…
Mind relentlessly labels giving meaning interpretations…
Spinning and whirling with confusion creating limitation…
Synchronicity whispers guidance giving clues of desired questions…

What is this vibrating configuration of atoms, molecules and matter?…
Asking…
What I am? 
Listening intently guides me upward on Jacobs latter…
Allowing a new vision shatters the glass box implanted within this being…
Blooming my inner lotus love flower is all that truly matters…

Replacing fear of unknown with wonder…
Centering to my heart, connected to the earth…
Giving my love with purity; knowing, believing achieving…
My divine sacred rebirth…

As I move forward fusing with loves wrath…
It is not my desire to mark the previous path…
For I shall reside here in this now moment…
Knowing I am whole; complete, blessed with divine creation components…

Cougar and Young Meet

Captured by a young man with an old soul that's good to the 
  bone.
Her desires awaits patiently and yet fulfilled as he joins her at her 
  throne.
A mile away he can hear her voice whispering in his ears oh 
  soo Sofltly.
Saying, that her desires which are kept in secret need not come out, they ARE
  Costly.
Captured by a cougar with true beauty that has a predilection for young
  meat.
She quenches the thirst in his eyes by her presence, yet he gets sooo
  weak.
The right environment explodes to never ending imaginations and pure
  intimacy.
Constantly caressing, hugging, kissing and passion that turns into more
  creativity.
Their lips begin to speak a different language that's spoken oh sooo
  quietly.
She feels the muscles of his arms wrapped around her body sealed oh sooo
  tightly.
Unbreakable emotions results to stimulations that are non fictional, not planted, but up rooted, as she loves it Sooo Rightly.

Epping Forest.

Spirit of green engendered in liberty
Sweeping across the glanded glades
Tangled tree spirits in tarnished brief
Dancing shades of sunlit lauded leaves.

Some reveries of buttercups in a sea of grass
Sporting squirrels where frolicking en-mass
A listed gesture abbotted in a shallow ditch
Songs of flyers in myrtled melodious pitch.

Conversers of the mind in greenish code
Stimulations of heart in a gentler mode
Spirits of nubile shadows laying aside
Some sultry caresses for the winded bride.

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