Best Inexcusable Poems
I trace the blushing texture
of smoked allure
with aching fingers,
fervent and blue ~
inhaling the intense incense,
exhaling the iron thorn
of love sabotaged
for I feel your hands ferociously
roaming my flawed frames
eager to taste the fragments
of the sunrise you seek
in hues of hostile gold...
while the tales within
your eyes reveal
the truth of my tongue
twirling and teasing
colors of confession
and amethyst reveries
stroking the weight of want
in soft butterfly ink blooms
kissing your fears
into fluorescence
bringing your armored spirit
to kneel at the altar of attachment,
glued to the crimson of craving,
as an inamorato trembling ~
struck by the fever of fixation...
there is no escape, O beloved
from this inexcusable
intoxication of passion ablaze...
longing has no logic to philosophize
and you are now sitting
imprisoned as an impassioned
Antony’s portraitist
upon Cleopatra’s pedestal
wedded to the edges of infinity ~
a torn canvas is two paintings
oblivious to the galleries of grief
as healing hums through walls
that feel the melodious mists
falling like rain of rippling roses
pulling and pushing nevermore
but soaked in the dews
of quivering seconds
tuning time through heartbeats...
we are dreamers of what would be
if the acrylic carves wounds
into an ineffable masterpiece
the dawn never asked for more than
a constellation
untouched and unmoved by doubt
the sun never questioned
the sands of sorrow
so melt these tears
into your sweet fire ~
breathe my demons
into your warm sky
release all resistance
you are no longer trapped, but free
in the arms of undeniable moonlight
engrossed in the perfumed spell
of wild heat ~
there is no threat in deep devotion;
love blossoms
as a sketched sanctuary
of softened colors and trust…
"To play a wrong note is insignificant, to play without passion is inexcusable"
Beethoven
Hands above the keyboard, flexible fingers start to dance
Up and down, back and forth, so skillfully they prance
Interpreting a dream into a poem without words
Awakening both heart and soul, emotions swiftly stirred
The restless soul is soothed, unsolicited tears fall
Such beauty in the sadness that the heart becomes enthralled
Soft and sweet love unrequited, sobs in every phrase
I quietly sit and listen as "Moonlight Sonata" plays
Thirty six, fifty two, black and white piano keys
Serenading time and making music written to appease
The fingers slowly moving in a minor c sharp chord
Which brings me back full circle, hands at rest above keyboard.
Daniel Turner
3/11/23
One day I delivered a poem
one that seemed to be premature
so I swaddled her up
and set her aside
to grow 'til I felt reassured
How she yowled and howled for attention...
how she cried so piteously!
How she coughed and she sneezed
whimpered and wheezed
then threw up all over me!
Still I tenderly tended her bedside
and lovingly nursed her along
determined to sacrifice everything
to raise her up healthy and strong
As she grew and recovered, she wandered
and crawled over everything
and I found I had trouble containing
my rambling, unruly offspring
She became an inexcusable bounder
a wayward and bratty ingrate
who despite all my love and affection
refused to make sense or read straight
She dallied in questionable places
she idled and shiftlessly shirked
lazily lagging, ignoring my nagging
while I selflessly, endlessly worked
Firmly applied discipline to her
and structure, and meter, and rhyme
but she bucked, and rebelled, and bit me
and stayed up beyond her bedtime
We wrestled, and wrangled, and brawled,
bickered in bitter altercation
if I didn't do something quite soon
she would ruin my good reputation
At length, I decided I'd had it
we had reached the end of the road
and although she clung like a wet paper towel-
I flung her and flushed the commode!
I'm broken in pieces
I'm fractured, in fact
by more than a few
inexcusable acts
I try to acknowledge
each piece of my mind
or at least all the bits
that I still can find
An artist, a writer
aspiring poet-
perhaps other things
I don't even know yet!
Coming into my own
although now middle-aged
recovering wreckage
from the wars I have waged
I'm broken in pieces
yet, hopeful at last
for present and future
a change from the past...
Have you ever done something bad,
That really hurt someone you love,
Or has someone ever done something bad,
That really hurt you,
And no matter how much you or they apologize,
The pain just doesn’t seem to go anywhere?
Do you find yourself holding on,
To a pain that in your heart, is inexcusable?
And even though the offender has promised,
To make things better and prove their worth,
You know deep down,
You’re not over the pain that was caused?
Think of it this way.
If you are still holding onto anger, bitterness, resentment,
Any kind of negativity….
You’re NOT showing that you want to heal,
You’re showing that the person who did harm unto you….
Has CONTROL over your emotions….
You’re showing that you would rather live in the past,
Than in the present….
You’re showing that by holding onto anger and hatred….
You are hurting someone, and it’s NOT the offender….
It’s YOURSELF!
And every time you have a talk,
Bringing up the pain that has settled in your heart,
You’re not hurting anyone but yourself.
The longer you walk around with it in your heart,
The more you’re hurting yourself.
The more you speak of the anger, the bitterness, the resentment….
The more you’re hurting yourself.
Ask yourself this….
What if GOD held anger in His heart,
For the things we have done wrong?
What if He spoke about how angry He is?
What if He spoke about how even though He forgave us….
He would STILL throw our wrongdoings in our faces daily?
What we, as children of God, have to remember….
Is that He takes ALL, not some, ALL of our iniquities,
All of our wrongdoings, all of our mistakes, ALL of our dirty deeds,
Places them under His holy foot, and casts them into the sea of forgetfulness!
It’s in His word, that He WILL forgive us our trespasses….
So, if God can take our wrongdoings, forgive us, and toss them away,
WHY CAN’T WE DO THE SAME?
We can’t call ourselves loving the Lord, but hold onto anger.
You can’t be an angry Christian.
You can’t be holy, and be filled with hatred.
If God can forgive us, and not throw what we’ve done in our faces,
Then we should be able to do the same for one another….
“He will turn again, He will have compassion upon us; He will subdue our iniquities; and thou wilt cast all their sins into the depths of the sea.” (Micah 7: 19)
There is no Beating in this Hollow, Heinous Heart
Eternal empty eyes emitting, inexcusable iniquities
Jutting juxtaposed jackal jaws, tearing Love apart
Anathematize abandoned, never forgiving Atrocities
This is how I live, how I grow, how I stay in Control
Eternal empty eyes emitting, inexcusable iniquities
Where are You Love?, I Long for YOU, with LOVE so TRUE
I gaze into the Eyes of LOVE; I see the Darkness of Death
Yet my Heart can not Shed a Tear, For Eons of FOREVER
I Will ALWAYS and FOREVER, LOVE YOU, LENORE
I gaze into the Eyes of LOVE; I see the Darkness of Death
Jutting juxtaposed jackal jaws: Tearing LOVE Apart
Shredding the Heart, ripping away My LOVE : and my Breath
The Tears are running down my cheeks, for Hell’s dark road I depart
My Eyes burn, covered with the Billows of the Smoke from Hell
The Tears are running down my cheeks, for Hell’s dark road I depart
There is no Beating in this Hollow, Heinous Heart
Anathematize abandoned, never forgiving Atrocities
Yet my Heart can not Shed a Tear, for Eons of FOREVER
Walking, a Dark lonesome hot ember road, through Eons of Infinity
I will ALWAYS and FOREVER, LOVE YOU :“LENORE”
Where are You LOVE?, I long for YOU, with LOVE so TRUE
I walk through the desolate Fire of my Sins, FOREVERMORE
I suffer the Lost of Integrity, I cry for my Eternal LOVE for YOU
This is how I live, how I grow, how I stay in Control
Inspired by TPS’ blog “Integrity“; this is the Liege you do not see
Dedicated to those who do not believe, like me
There is no beating in this hollow, heinous Heart
Eternal empty eyes emitting, inexcusable iniquities
Jutting juxtaposed jackal jaws, tearing Love apart
Anathematize abandoned, always forgive Atrocities
This is how I live, how I grow, how I stay in control
Eternal empty eyes emitting, inexcusable iniquities
Where are you Love?, I Long for YOU, with LOVE so TRUE
I gaze into the Eyes of LOVE; I see the Darkness of Death
Yet my Heart can not Shed a Tear, For Eons of FOREVER
I Will ALWAYS and FOREVER, LOVE YOU, LENORE
To be Continued
Inspired by TPS’ blog “Integrity“; this is the Liege you do not see
Dedicated to those who do not believe, like me
There is no Beating in this Hollow, Heinous Heart
Eternal empty eyes emitting, inexcusable iniquities
Jutting juxtaposed jackal jaws, tearing Love apart
Anathematize abandoned, never forgiving Atrocities
This is how I live, how I grow, how I stay in control
Eternal empty eyes emitting, inexcusable iniquities
Where are you Love?, I Long for YOU, with LOVE so TRUE
I gaze into the Eyes of LOVE; I see the Darkness of Death
Yet my Heart can not Shed a Tear, For Eons of FOREVER
I Will ALWAYS and FOREVER, LOVE YOU, LENORE
I gaze into the Eyes of LOVE; I see the Darkness of Death
Jutting juxtaposed jackal jaws: Tearing LOVE Apart
Shredding the Heart, ripping away My LOVE : and my Breath
The Tears are running down my cheeks, for Hell’s dark road I depart
My Eyes burn, covered with the Billows of the Smoke from Hell
The Tears are running down my cheeks, for Hell’s dark road I depart
There is no Beating in this Hollow, Heinous Heart
Anathematize abandoned, never forgiving Atrocities
Yet my Heart can not Shed a Tear, for Eons of FOREVER
Walking, a Dark lonesome hot ember road, through Eons of Infinities
To be Continued
Inspired by TPS’ blog “Integrity“; this is the Liege you do not see
Dedicated to those who do not believe, like me
There is no beating in this hollow, heinous Heart
Eternal empty eyes emitting, inexcusable iniquities
Jutting juxtaposed jackal jaws, tearing Love apart
Anathematize abandoned, always forgive Atrocities
This is how I live, how I grow, how I stay in control
Eternal empty eyes emitting, inexcusable iniquities
Where are you Love?, I Long for YOU, with LOVE so TRUE
I gaze into the Eyes of LOVE; I see the Darkness of Death
Yet my Heart can not Shed a Tear, For Eons of FOREVER
I Will ALWAYS and FOREVER, LOVE YOU, LENORE
I gaze into the Eyes of LOVE; I see the Darkness of Death
Jutting juxtaposed jackal jaws: Tearing LOVE Apart
Shredding the Heart, ripping away My LOVE : and my Breath
The Tears are Running Down my cheeks, for Hell’s dark Road I depart
My Eyes burn, covered with the Billows of the Smoke from Hell
To be Continued
Inspired by TPS’ blog “Integrity“; this is the Liege you do not see
Dedicated to those who do not believe, like me
There is no beating in this hollow, heinous Heart
Eternal empty eyes emitting, inexcusable iniquities
Jutting juxtaposed jackal jaws, tearing Love apart
Anathematize abandoned, always forgive Atrocities
This is how I live, how I grow, how I stay in control
To be Continued
Inspired by TPS’ blog “Integrity“; this is the Liege you do not see
Dedicated to those who do not believe, like me
There’s a breathless hush in the Crucible,
A racing baize and the black to win,
To miss that red was inexcusable –
His hand was shaking – too much gin ?
The “Hurricane” is blown away,
We will not see his like today,
But Hendry, Higgins, Doherty
Williams, Selby, Ding Junhui
Are hoping for that one-four-seven,
The perfect snooker, shot from heaven.
The prize at stake is filthy lucre;
To fans this is the World of Snooker,
A game that’s played in clubs and halls –
But for some, a load of balls !
So you think that you’re better?
My diction ain’t got no fetter
I can pull books from just one letter.
It’s a skill I’ve been honing
While you’ve been atoning
For rhymes inexcusable
Yeah I’m not defusable.
You think you’re so clever
But I’ll use you like a lever
All your weak lines I’ll sever.
Stack them up like a ladder
My victory spoken from your tongue
And every time you get madder
I’ll just climb another rung.
A beautifully perfect July sky, exploding in holiday brilliance, held its collective breath as I carefully secured my bottle rocket for lift off. At that precise moment, Ms. Filipski decided to violate my airspace and with pinpoint accuracy, I scored a direct hit from two backyards away. A certain sense of pride in this accomplishment was bound to complicated my guilt.
Father, just emerging from our back door onto my launch pad, bellowing "noooooooo"
in full stride, ran immediately to the site of impact. My relationship with Ms Filipski and the significance of the Fourth of July were, then and there, inexcusable altered forever. I have yet to see another " rocket's red glare" absent a wry smile.
03/16/2016
Oh,scare the little children
frighten them with blood
titillate their new born needs
warn them of the flood.
Steal their nascent power
chart the Churches course.
Bind them with the force of sin
give each one a cross.
Stall their power to learn
insight from actions
by claiming all for the Church
faith's a transaction.
Bribe the little children first
with milk and honey
damn the warts the rough cohorts
the un-symmetric few.
Oh,scare the little children
sacrifice in fire
Burn the heathen hordes now
their bodies on a pyre.
Write for them a fairy tale
a holy book of two
gather all their ego dreams
turn for them the screw.
OH scare the little children
the large ones and the small
if He keeps them from their power
why he can have it all.
*The Crusades
http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20070812003310AAdWrZw
*The Medival and Spanish Inquisition lasted of 500 years, caused about 6,000 deaths. These atrocities are completely inexcusable. The Inquisition tortures and death were inexcusable. I echo the voice of John Paul II "Forgive us Lord, Never Again"
I wish you loved me more.
I always feel like your looking for the door.
Don’t say it isn’t true.
When you know it is what you do.
Emotionally
I think you're through.
Now it’s up to me
to catch a clue.
My mind
Is not a crash test.
Dummy!
The things I fear you say behind my back
make me feel awful.
Tell me are your slenderest words profitable.
If equated to a fraction,
what percentage is marketable.
Let alone talk able.
In conversation
do you receive a sense satisfaction
putting me down.
A show of strength
when your friends are around.
I'm the pile.
To your pile driver,
and you are
Pounding me into the ground.
Your always there.
Relentlessly never backing down.
A complement never found.
Guess the sex is why you stay around.
Pounding & pounding,
Out the rhythms of attraction.
My body has become my only weapon
to defend against a total loss.
I continue no matter this emotional cost.
That inevitably
of my best friendship lost.
Your heart covered in a winters frost.
You track each trickle back to it’s source
then scream of the faucet
till your face is hoarse.
Admittedly;
My substance abuse inexcusable,
Though isn’t my progress viewable.
But each time you put me down
I’m driven a little further into the ground.
My head
the only exposed part of me now.
Soon cast in concrete
never again to be found.
Your bridge to the rest of the world
nearly complete.
Maybe you could visit from time to time.
Text me via spray paint.
This is how my messages get through.
If you listen close you’ll hear my reply.
I love you still.
Now and for all time.