Best Accustomed Poems


Accustomed To Blue

grown aesthetically 

accustomed to blue

twisted mess varied merciless blues

barely lifting my aquamarine head

baying at heaven unmitigated sorrow

asking the most high not to retire me

beseeched condemning my emotions

to this navy sky turquoise dominated hue

must have given omnipotent mercy to

these cries of periwinkle showers

In comes long awaited variegated you

with loves plethora of colors 

welcoming into multi-flavored arms

lulling with luke applebutter kisses

quoting heated burnt sienna affections

strolling heroic validated raven shoes

could not refuse your euphonic rainbow

to revel in a bevy of explosive shades

pigments of what I thought escaped

present in my life compliments of you

former native sprung from passionless cools

Accustomed

flip a coin
if it was different
would i have it?
would days be longer
and nights shorter?

at most
i would prolong interests
in the very basic remedies

i would distort
the contorted scruples
of the gifts of presents' effects
     barter gold 
     for memoirs of forefathers
     the truth behind the popularity

     rub tranquil against my north
     to make it south
     beguiled

     render wise men
     benign
     and pleasantly silent

-maybe-
i would skip a few earth cycles back
and wallow in ignorance's bliss

and lately

be early
to join in monotonic indulgences
of crisis' insists

at fault for guiltless inquiries
acquiring away from normalcy
to the asinine nature of those around me

i would deem it necessary to 
to register the release of relegated minds
to include in application
new practices
and old ones left behind

but it's a dreary guilty pleasure
to see the silent screams
of the minorities oppressed
by the seemingly bona fide means
of the seemingly bona fide teams
by the extreme questionable
but conventional, systematical things.

but the stats prove 
me highly unlikely
but also prove that those reading the stats
are highly unlikely to try
so i join 
the very few
and toss a coin.

Pet

My son brought a one-year-old dog.                                                          He called her Jin, a golden retriever                                         
My wife and I didn't like the pet,                                                                    But we were accustomed to looking after it.                          
                                                                                                                                She came near me when my son was out,                                                   I touched her with a little doubt ,                                                                  She behaved very well with a bark,                                                                  I kept her in the dark in the kennel.                              
                                                                                                                           She likewise reigned as a ruler in the home,                                                           Her tail looked like a bundle of foam,                                                        She attracted the children with her fluffy hair.                                              Her friendly tone mingled in the air.                                                                  
                                                                                                                               I am always moved by her wagging tail ,                                 
And she became a part of our lives,                                                          Now-a-days she never goes out alone ,                                                     She was accompanied only by me only.


Premium Member NEVER GROW ACCUSTOMED TO HATE

When haters are all around us…trying to wear us down…
Let them know, no matter how hard they try…
no matter how long they wait….
We will never back down
We will never give in
And we will never grow accustomed to their hate.
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member 'The End is Near,' We're Accustomed to Hear

    
      ‘The End is Near’
          We’re accustomed to hear
        From the prophets of gloom
           and the peddlers of doom

        First it was overpopulation 
           Earth could never support two billion 
        We’d have to skimp on food, serve c-rations 

        Then came what would surely kill us all
           The ultimate weapon, the atom bomb
               But JFK and Kruschev stayed calm

        Next up was pollution 
           that blackened the sky
        Thank goodness, we didn’t notice
           we were too busy getting high

        All the elites became pot-heads
        Congress and Wall Street were hooked on weed
           which simply increased their phenomenal greed…  

       Lately, ‘global warming’ has become the ‘in thing’
           Doesn’t that have a familiar ring?
       Those who want to ban motor-cars and plastic bags
            Own private planes, their only ‘sacrifice’ – jet lag ...

        As for me, I pitch in and do my level best
             Cut my grass with a scissors, shovel snow with a spoon
        I sure hope all my efforts will soon bear fruit
             Before my seaweed meals emit their last photosynthetic toot

Premium Member Getting Accustomed to Life

    They do well to accustom you to life
  
       ~ the process of going under the knife


Premium Member I Am Accustomed To the Promises of You-

I come accustomed to the Providence 
The perils that be falling me l
I come accustomed to my revenants
 the reality of the colored used
 I come accustomed to my liberties 
Constrained conflicted and arranged
 I come accustomed to the way the world views me
Views me as I am
 I am befallen I come accustomed to the ways of this world 
And I stand in rally 
I am be fallen so I am calling on the promises of you


10/24/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020

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