Best Incurious Poems

Wisdom murmurs amid paucity of things—
seekers contemplative in cross-legged trance.  
Pondering vaguities pensive meditation brings—
to apprehend with nonchalance of glance. 

While to acolytes, such subtleties impinge— 
denied are those of stifled grasp. 
For in their minds a fetid dinge,
mundane failure to enclasp. 

Stunted ones...

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The Pied Piper from New York City – Part One

Dare his name be said?
I say, of course, Yes! 

The Pied Piper, himself, is the man, the myth, the legend.
And they, the so-called incurious lot of the hoi polloi in
American society, are the ones who accept...

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Souls of the Dead

souls of those who have passed on

are keenly aware of our mortal coil,

for they once were part of this earthen

world that many of us now nonchalantly

take for granted since—just as sure as the

sun rises in the morning and sets in the

evening—this makes...

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(The supernova observed from
Earth in 1572 was a major event
in human thought, because if
stars could explode, then they
couldn't be eternal lamps,
hung out by God.)

The cold stars glimmered 
where they hung 
in their accustomed places 
on the underside of heaven. 

The imperceptible gavotte 
proceeded up aloft:...

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He was roaming the streets of the New York borough, 
To hard him every passer-by was a foe.
Boredom and apathy followed him everywhere,
Why attend his cousin's wedding when he had to pay the fare?
He traipsed wearily down Fifth Avenue, Not giving a glance at dresses...

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Racists beat some other racists, bigots hate some other bigots
Gunman kill some other gunman, thieves deceive some other thieves
Politicians of both parties share the views that must divide them
But they hate each other madly, cause the people love this circus
And they do the show on...

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stay your hand
with its obtund touch
take away your arid mouth,
your incurious eyes from me,
from my unscaled sight

you are but dull clay,
Ozymandias, barren
and I am fresh green
that strives for the light

spilling from your crumbling ashlar
jubilant, with scarlet buds
to catch the rain
and burgeon in its caress

to sway...

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A sense of a belonging
Is life’s insatiable longing
A hand to hold, and not let go
A name to call, and feel your whole
I thought I was whole until I saw my missing half
I thought I had it all, but it was all a bluff
Incomplete is what...

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Vanishing souls lies in death's pastures
Fleeting joy, incurious in my surroundings 
Shades of green glistening in glory 
An unpredictable breath that barely measures
A destiny that lies and vanishes through the Death Valley

A heart's main glee 
Shines peaceably... passing above a wave of sparkling envy

Bliss sinks in my marrow 
Pensive...

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Let us be judged by our past, but let it not be by you or me.
We who are so easy to become Bias are not able to just fully deem another's nature.
We who ourselves are to be judged in the end of times, are not...

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Rescued and incurious as I dreamt to be
In forever August where I’m still a child
Wasn’t meant to be important, by a large degree
But it did, and I am baffled why this changed my sight
What I deemed as counted, weighted, and well measured 
Failed completely now,...

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Pressed loudly underfoot
dead leaves fracturing
scattering beneath me.

Warm fragmentary vapor
slated breath steaming
evaporating before me.

Incurious quiet somber
nearly naked trees
standing beyond me.

Advancing dread dusk
day skies sepulcher
entombing above me.

Forlorn and unforgiving
October day ceasing
enveloping me frigidly.


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so many gallons of it, of highest quality,
smooth but potent: where did it come from?
the servants who filled the jars with water
have the clue, but must keep mum;
most guests, incurious, gratefully quaff it

he’d first refused his mother’s hint, but she
told the servants to do whatever...

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I came naked, before you 
an offering in hand
you gazed at the stars smiled 
and in embarassed silence stood
seeing me as a child 
idly bearing chidish gifts
You thought to play at pleasure
to humor and to please 
unseen, through incurious eyes
a womans anger seethed
I came naked,...

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I’ve finished with travels, for I can’t agree
With the reasons I’m discriminated
Won’t pay for the visa a notable fee 
Won’t wait in the queue of migrated
I’m blamed for the crimes which I didn’t commit
Stigmatized for a thing they call “nation” 
I’ve nowhere to go and...

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