Best Insinuates Poems

Chartreuse moss insinuates itself
into cracked brick as leprous eucalyptus
line the path, fallen leaves contorted 
into coral spines on weathered terra cotta.

Traveling between the trees I stumble
upon one sinewy stalk in a lithe tuft
heralding the second coming of a lily.

May's slate gray 
muffles the air until...

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I welcome change
For I realize this life as a journey
Travelling insinuates progress
Progress means change
...of scenery, of events, of climate

Everyday I search
Treading one small step in front of yet another step
Travelling in a world of discovery and understanding
Today I see in me more than I did...

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Patriots we are
Ashen through war
To a more promising today.
Ruminant mammals as warlords
Insinuates the future of glory to come.
Open to emigration from across waters
Today is our day
Significant to determine a stronger unity.

People of the United States of America
Educate your minds innately.
Our focus is for greatness in...

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Who is he who skips the mountains crest
and in the forest takes his play
who wanders flowering meadows blest
and paints her majestic peaks by day
 
Who roars like a bear emerging from his den
rises from the sun rays shadow
and walks within the misty glen
 
He casts...

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Seeing, what others want us to see,
Invigorate ‘them’, by subduing our plea.
Tears inside, still continuing with a glee,
Temporal affiance, desisting us to be free.
If this is life then what are we?
Condign figurine, maneuver by thee.
Even if we wish to, cannot flee,
Hypocrisy insinuates a denouement spree.
This...

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The larval stage that insinuates
a protective agony made of silk
Interlaces incipience quilted diametrically
Which twitches against cogitation and reasoning closing in...
The same as guilt
Or what guilt started as.

Unforeseen contingency's photo flash
An illusion based on disappointment.
Crime.

Each searching for a way to Each searching for a way to...

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A Polite Warning. The Following poem is somewhat steamy. Not explicit, but explicit in
inference. If this sort of thing offends you, then please be considerate and don’t read
it. Thank you. 

Naked Flamenco

( A sultry summer night spent together
With ardour between us growing
She whispered, “Let me...

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I was working out on the elliptical machine in the gym, feeling good and watching 
the "Calories Burnt" number climb higher and higher.

Then, I noticed a rather shapely and attractive woman step off of the machine two 
rows in front of me.  As she...

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In times of transition, as we walk a tightrope of hopelessness, the shadow comes to claim us.
The shadow descends, reminding us that there is no way out of the endless darkness.
The shadow screams at the top of its lungs, “there is no hope my child.
Your...

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A thousand myriad voices           scattered on the wind
decry the human suffering questions will it end
tents in desert dustbowls        waiting upon the rain
lives molded in emptiness   ...

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my parched eyes watch torrents of rain 
lashing the glass windows
of my chic office on the seventeenth floor
can't hear the tinkling of drops 
or rumbling of clouds though
the sound obscured by engineered acoustics

I shut my eyes and it comes singing to me-
the sound of dripping...

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The cellar is his bleak repose,


in concert with the cockroaches and flies;


there he wipes his runny nose,


toils the day long, sunshine tries,



insinuates through rough and crumbled boards.


Lessons can't assuage his conflicts,


the bottom of the pile, his heritage affords


no more, the atmosphere restricts 



his breath. It...

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...inspired by 'Black Tambourine' by Hart Crane

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The cellar is his bleak repose,
in concert with the cockroaches and flies;
there he wipes his runny nose,
toils...

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Sniffles, sneezes, 
lovers wheeze, their breathing shallow, 
sorrow now invests their meager fold; 
gaslight bubbles, curtains flutter, 
cold insinuates and takes a hold. 

Misery, but wait, a spark, 
a glimmer, and a faith unfurled, 
for melodies from unseen places, 
voices of a host of angels...

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Inevitable happenings
Old age ushers
All sorts of pain


Awkward movement
Cloudy second childhood
Forgetfulness


Body in decline
Constipated feelings
Too much flatulence


Out of shape torso
Awkward motor response
Cracks and flaws unmask


Fear insinuates
Rigid obstinate ways
Dementia seizes


Hollow men
Hollow straws
Only death can save


Notice now
You do not know
Even your self


Life is first magic entrance
Then a comedic play
Finally...

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