Best Inapt Poems

A child of the sun, coldness she knew 
not.
But the heat of the moment, 
dependent
always uneasy but of passion, 
resplendent.
The sun in setting, a lady she was 
not.

A flower to compare but a rose inapt.
More an orchid, a beauty of the 
tropics.
Or a frangipani, a...

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Part Five

Some couplets apart
         much remains redundant
    even obvious
inapt by way of pointing to fresher vistas
  and those that follow the rarity of your verse
imbibe nothing else from this age’s handy cornucopia
 ...

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Serene Night
 
The  ingress of celestial shadows above,
Around the surface of material structure.
Swallowing the brightness of day,darkness exchange,
And snaffling away what once deemed spate.
 
The soprano gradually creeping into solitude,
When the movers of life have journeyed in trance.
You enveloped the colour sheets in purple...

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Ages have passed in a matter of moments, imputable spells cast by one-eyed 
wizards and inapt sages, a garden of thorns has blossomed in a field of stone; 
broken is the plow by which the farmer lay, uncultivated are the best of the crop, 
but...

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It stings to speak
When I remember the taste
Of your bitten skin
When I remember how
Your fists struck the wheel
As you drove in the rain
your soft face, caked with salt

When I speak
every toe clenches,
everything crashes, 
my thoughts turn to you

and I remember…

 How I reveled in pitching...

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It's strange to me,
to find myself smitten
with a man 

who hesitates
on even the most inapt situations
that need not urgency

yet I adore him
for all the stars he ate
and words his tongue forgot to savor

when did love become so distasteful
for you, dear

I've relished in your zest
of aimless...

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Move on you persnickety soul.
Normal doesn't  really exist.
Take leave oh inadequate power. 
For the doyen of your being shouts
halt! halt! halt!

This blanket does not warm you. 
The bed it has been made. 
But lying in it is your choice. 
Fly away fly away fly...

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Accepting an unpleasant certainty.
The poignant silence of an empty home.
Unanswered calls relay disharmony.

The world is melancholy monochrome.
No person should be made to feel ashamed
Of intimate emotions. Left to roam. 

I know I shouldn’t cast abrasive blame, 
But pain can make me act in ways inapt.
I’m...

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Intuition snaps a thin slice.
A shortcut fast and frugal.
It rules with thumb, feels with gut,
both unconscious and instinctive.
It takes the best, 
what it knows is apt and really matters.
It ignores the rest, 
what it knows is inapt and just claptrap.

So hold your gaze in contemplation.
Delay...

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Tormented soul
And the poetries sleeping underneath.
Prosecuted silhouette,
And the senses slough off and weep.
Deep inside a cage
It wants a hibernation.
Throw some sorry look
Penetrating an inapt haze.
Serpentine days pass by
Followed by strangled nights.
And, then it wants to breathe,
Under the warmth of ragged poetry....

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I remember the day
your hands supported my cycle
for the last time,
showing me the world ahead
which cannot survive
on the paddle of dependency.

I remember the day
your shrimpy rebuke
corrected my inapt words
after which I started
disrespecting disrespect.

I remember the day
your shoulders grew enough
and so did my body weight
that I...

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To be well, is to have Doors opened
             close the inapt doors
             attempt to do it right
    ...

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In the crowd the anxious feeling was contagious.
There was a general feeling of disquiet.
A foreboding loomed, that something pending, might happen.
Cornered eyes darted around fleeting expectant.
Then, someone yelled: "Fire!", "Fire!"
The crowd panicked, instant stampede for exits, disaster!
Did anyone look for smoke?
Did anyone smell any smoke...

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Across the daily  bridge I stoop,
to gaze upon the world,
always with the option overhead,
two faces of the same mint,
or just as likely liquid mirror,
in the very widest sense,
but such ad hoc aspects wanting,
further clarity as time unfolds,
ripple of the passing current,
flutter from a proud...

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