Best Excusing Poems

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There’s Who I am, What I’ve done, 
And Where I want to be.
And how I choose to view them each 
Sets their priority.

Just saying this is Who...

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Like the autumn weaves warmth
With hope and grace, 
Inspirations in temptations of laughing scarlet,
Blazing tangerine and glorious gold,
Soothing away the darkness as beautiful
Casts its shadow...

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Slow and steady, I follow the winding black road
to no where. A stream of gray smoke
escapes my lips, and it begins to swirl, folding over...

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Predatory
monsters mingle
Guilefully gratifying their
using; abusing; confusing; excusing
behaviour...

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God Understands

In life, we tend to make excuses
For all the things we did
And blame our childhood
It started when we were kids
What about being raised on...

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Carefully coiffuring the etiquette garden of the cascading words

Trimming the elegant exuberant plethora of stumbling somnolent leaves

Happened upon an opulent slithering serpent and some bees

Hiding...

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justice 

What does this vastly misunderstood word mean to you? 

Too what ends? 

May we seek? 

Who(m) may guide us? 

Endless deliberation (spiss spiss spiss)

Debated...

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I shouldn’t live in the past but I’m not just expressing myself
I’m over myself
I promise not to stay there too long but the pain makes...

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New England's post election trees
shed a few teary waving leaves.
Morning sky tries to shine resilience
yet lingers in ominous grey overcast
of silent waiting through despair.

In Michigan...

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I look in the mirror and I lock eyes with a vile wretch
The physical embodiment of mankinds ugliest stares back
Peering into a window I catch...

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for Ronald Hindmarsh-Midwood 
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Drowning the inner temperament babble, 
Every drop desperately taken to escape,
Attempt to suppress delusions from acts of travel,
The cure, a simply complex psychotherapy mandate.

In an...

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Overflowing like the sparkling spring from acerbity,
 The emerald stones on the relieve peak
 Causing welling up like stormy waves,
 And breath taking halt, grunting
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How will they remember us 
Those born after the war. 
What will they say about us.

Will they fully grasp the level of our sell out
Our...

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