Best Inasmuch Poems

“Pictures could not be accessories to the story – evidence – they had to contain the story within the frame; the best picture contained a whole war within one frame”. Tatjana Soli, The Lotus Eaters

“There is a widespread belief – one with no historical or...

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OVERCOMING FLAWS

I heard laughter in a distance and wondered why this annoyed me.  Then I realized that what they laughed about was what did not define humor.  Therefore, who laughed twisted their senses.

This morning, as each, I awoke with a mood swing. ...

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Sambhavami yugé, yugé, says the Gita: 
God will come back again and again.
What for?
Of course to protect the virtuous 
And destroy the evil doers.

Déjà vu!
The Jews seem to wait for the same end. 
That’s what 'The Second Coming’ means, too.
Thus, a belief system, whether born...

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Firstly, skies grew dark, whilst the winds grew strong,
this ominous progression, showed it would not be long
before towering clouds released their thunderous load
of torrential rain, on the land below.  Though rain bode
well for much needed relief, they held great danger too,
for a lengthy deluge...

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"Volupte Mysterie" 



Fallen and risen
the volupte She ...

considers 

Her gods
are found
sore and wanting 

a new life 
breathing in 
a new world

she walks 
in dreams 
she sleeps

in as much as
heaven and hell 
exist

here on this Earth
they are each other’s
gods

anointing eyes
and lips with 
tender fierce blessings

they swim...

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There are days like these when life patently doesn't come easy
like peas and carrots, tea and biscuits, moonshine & sun's resign,
more so resembling ill-assorted poked chocolates' wrongdoing of
dissemblance discombobulating conceivability mid hokey designed
disorderliness, inasmuch mute poetry impatiently awaiting lavishly
gifted muse's breathlessness to transform convoluted unreasonable
fractals...

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Me’ Fury

Me’ fury, ensue, inasmuch of the bullies; my halo es leaning, me’ grimace is beaming, my hand on the hilt, mahound be at awe, es me’ duty

Sheathe the’ inedible reach, lid thy albinism duress, your forehead me’ claymore to rest, snipe fell manual take...

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Personally, we clash because we want to be different
yet, this only brings indifference.
We have a chip on our shoulders as individuals.
We want to be innate in which one must be the greater person.

Personally, we confront each other about dumb things when it is not business...

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The season approaches,
Speeding toward us on arctic zephyrs,
but the coldness is more than air
it seeps under the skin
where loneliness begins.

Is there any other day
where solitude's talons rake,
mutilating peace of mind,
quite so much as Christmastide.

Every commercial, acid sweet,
pouring depression over wounded souls,
digs it way to the...

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the batted ball
it flights toward the left field wall
we should attend its vector
inasmuch as it goes anywhere near Hector....

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(With apologies to William Shakespeare)

 Shall I compare thee to a box of frogs
 for inasmuch you seem to be as mad,
 you've really let your looks go to the dogs
 your face would look quite good worn by your Dad.
 Your armpit hair blossoms...

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Like art, religion is subjective,
beauty in eyes of those obliged
followers experience aesthetics  
within their own realms of rapture,
differing philosophies kickoff wars
amidst myriads of gods to choose,
merely beholden beyond spiritually 
wholly invested belief in one true entity
inasmuch as thy brethren's blood is shed in
the name...

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The day soul sweeps the air, the knock of tears never benefits, all the 
Enjoyments with red alert and maple of crystal cry which doesn't 
Benevolent in the morning life expected to surround to sorrow.

The time these fingers feel the pain like the weight of...

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A Thought stands alone; waiting, cold, and shivering.
Yay, succor from a Scribe, who against the slaughter of the innocent, and whose own thoughts are fair, places around the shoulders of the Thought a robe of ermine- this being a robe of magic- the magic and...

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What Separates Us
Miracle Man
3/21/2023

Life is a congested walkway
where each inhabits their God given space.
The barrier that separates us is great.

Sometimes its opinions, religion, or means,
But many times its something as simple as
 the way one looks, speaks, or skin tone.

We say/do things that cut like...

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