"preventions" poems
Nothing intimidates me more,
Than a woman’s inviting smile,
It pierces right down to the core;
Appealing to everything I adore;
This subtle, suggestive, wile:
Whetting the sense of anticipation,
Igniting fires of the imagination.
Nothing possesses more power,
Than a woman’s determined will;
Disguised as a delicate flower,
Sweetness smothering the sour,
Regardless of the pyrrhic thrill;
Bewitchment in everything but name,
Savouring the illicitness of the game.
No ordinary man has a prayer,
When a woman stakes her claim;
She’ll welcome you into her lair,
Reject her desires if you dare,
Her revenge has legendary fame;
Travelling incognito: deadly intentions,
From this wrath, there are no preventions.
Do not ever, ever, underestimate.
That which cannot be understood:
Avoid the temptation to speculate,
Categorize, classify or evaluate,
The secret mysteries of womanhood;
Whenever tempted by an inviting smile;
Nod politely then turn, and run a mile.
© Paul Chafer 2014
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 6:19 AM UTC
Let's stop mid-scream and steal a moment of sanity
Hold on to your vanities, your profanities
Let me help
Let me tell you a story
'Tis grim and gory
Follow me home, follow me home
Make me feel unsafe
Make me feel like prey
In this jungle of concrete and brick
Your judgements are bullets
With eyes for triggers
**** me.
Intentions, retentions, preventions
Our sinful innocence will be the end of us
We walk into burning buildings
Yet we are not fireproof
We have never been
Fireproof.
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 4:15 AM UTC
Was the world ever tame,
was the work of mankind ever done,
did we believe we'ld watch the world
work better with our intervention,
our flood preventions failing, time after time,
then came the fuel from eons too distant, as time flees,
we trust the expositors, setting knowledge in foldable
orders of value, secrets worth keeping to use in consort.
Having witnessed the intention declared, the prophet,
bows and backs away, laughing to himself, happy hunting,
here I come, seeking something I may distantly need,
not now, though, ghostly ghucking surrealism seems
certainly, this pose, the position I hold, paid for repose,
bending certain assumptions into gumptions taken on odds,
you bet I can't make myself let you read my mind.
I win.
Sep 17, 2023
Sep 17, 2023 at 3:49 PM UTC
Mood
needs trimming,
handling,
thought
beseeches management,
preventions of digression
Yes,
I know these abled tangents,
-peculiar obsessions-
how they float up, moon- mouthed,
dream-lacquered vagrants,
Superlative deliverers
of profligate insistence
Their cool what-ifs
pontificate,
the vacant-eyed
rhetoricals,
excited by this delicate
existence
Aug 4, 2023
Aug 4, 2023 at 5:55 PM UTC
They discovered many types of pollution
But still not discovered any solution
Yet they suggest preventions that are countless
But they usually prove to be a messand not a bless
Can't we ever change this system
And free our earth from the tag of victim
Can't the dream never be fulfilled
Where tress are planted and not killed
Poems like this come everyday
But acting on them seems out of the way
Can't we all collaborate and build a nation
Where words are less and more is action
Well offcourse we can
We are the human
The most intelligent species on the world
But why this intelligence is all curled
In a blanket of ignority
Killing everyone through its insensitivity
Please stop all this nonsense
And regain your commonsense
This is our earth
We have to protect it
It gave us birth
We have to respect it
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 5:24 AM UTC
Time to sweep up the shattered remains
Of our pained skins
On the floordust of misfortune
Our particles separate into the open
Atoms and molecules are left discombobulated Floating
Searching
For a nuclear family explosion
Frozen in times thawed out seconds and motion
Wait a minute
Hour time is hope for more of it
When it ends we can explore the meaning meant
And its mathematical arrangement
To human natures assignment
Tailored to our confinement of the naturally selected paths of the divine man's
Circumstances
Or should I said happenstance
Either way the sense makes cents
We consent to be sexually spent
In genders and rent of a bodys sent
Mission or penned
Poem song or said
Words are the direction
That have led
To everything
Till death
Do us part
And left
In the skulls breath
I sound a loud sigh pen
Dipped in the ink of a ***** tip
I slip into the myth
That somehow things will shift
Into a life lived fair of gifts
But after all this
my prayer
Is for the Lord to have mercy on my lips
For every word said lusted and kissed
Please take your foot off of my head
I don't understand what I've read
Or the illusions of choices and consequences
I pray for cents and sense
Knowledge and death if meant
The writing on the wall bled
A heaven sent message
Your value interprets nothing
Sorry but your blessing was left
Waiting for my guessing
And faith was trust in someones who is dead
But lives in a spiritual existence separate heaven where everything is better than the earths habits and preventions
Lifes extension or the mention of another world
Suspended there's a narrow gate entrance
For mini camels and the best blessed
Warning! However
You may not fit
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 11:11 AM UTC