Best Accustomed Poems
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
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.
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.
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.
‘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
They do well to accustom you to life
~ the process of going under the knife
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