Best Inured Poems

8. Transformation

Yielding to those who have mastered the art
Of grasping one's place in existence's grand scheme
Life’s constant challenges never depart
But humble diligence will grow the dream

In passing from childhood to adulthood
Innocence to responsibility
Firm new role can be grasped and understood
In life, pain’s inevitability

A mother birthing...

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To thee I sing O’ muse of verse,
Of our world that the Gods do curse.
For what Gods are these who cruelly play,
Their wicked games, for which humans pay.
Not content with a world of joy & love
They spite us all from Olympus above.
To try us all...

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Glory to thermodynamics in general...

and generation of heat in particular
cuz yours truly 
spoiled with trappings 
of Western Civilization.

How ideal I imagine 
to dwell in a self sufficient domicile,
where thrum of the central heater...
automatically activated 
upon advent of twilight,
or self adjusted/regulated 
based on outside temperature 
since...

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Nothing for Something

What filled your footsteps cannot
Fill mine, yes, a wave does not
Break twice, but do you think

I too have not risen when lured
By the hopes of vacant promises; inured
The rage of empty shelves?

“Free beer tomorrow”, the Pols perennial tout,
"We’ll fill your still-empty mugs with...

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Parental desperation
is the dreadful flee bidden cause
Children separation
is the inhumane quarantine effect

Trying to cross the sovereign divide
is narrow mindedly viewed, by more than a few,
as a pestilent travel venture
Ill will is the chilling, unhealthy reception

The uncivil solution: Create an insane policy
for poor souls seeking asylum
Man-made...

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My mistress muse

With the simple daily routine there mingles some fire,
a sensuous voluptuous sort of a desire.
A temptress of untouchable allure is in my mind, 
a voluptuous sensuous sort of kind.
She teases me with smiling allure and gives me that look,
I feel mostly very gobbledygook....

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So little known of Mary's man,
Only that he was righteous, just.
Betrothal gone afoul of plan,
He sought divorce, discrete, no fuss.

Did you have doubts of your betrothed,
A fleeting thought to cause some harm,
As you imagined her unclothed,
Tight in another man's strong arms?

And as the child in...

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Each time has a special place
And every such place has its time.
When nature seethes with strangeness
Where the mind in exquisite isolation halts itself and listens
For the rumblings of a something large and not easily defined -
Stop! Softly now, feel how close it is.
Something's coming, be...

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Patiently waiting in a line
eyeballed an wary
harsh barking of subterranean cultures
standing weary and inured
to the rotten
fug
the rotten
oxygen

inside the high walls and wire, the weighted stone of
the convicted

existing like convicts...

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Seems black on white is not absurd
Unless to reading you’re inured.
Black softens white in photograph
Can give it depth that makes you laugh.
And Black’s shade for reflective core,  (1)
When temperatures begin to soar
Black yin, white yang, design you see
And God’s plan for eternity.

While white on...

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IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XX

IF you pull a long-haughty face
Some would not your game play
What irks you most is not their voice
But runs they chalk up during volley

If you then pull this long face
With those in the same métier
Beware some might...

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bayboats purse seine whey
journey yearlong gay
laddy inured dry up
haughty yachty yea
 
mildred mayhem dewlap
naughty jaunty jay
sons caught in car capers
haughty yachty yea

vicar baking in butterfat
orphan boy screwed in larder
bluejay frollic jane
and a haughty yachty yea
 
bombs in bay bombard
dickson singsick cockpit
french chicks s’envoient en l'air*
oh...

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Anchors Aweigh...Destination Unknown

Weather beaten cap'n,
     and watertight bewitched craft
time tested since maiden voyage
     (circumnavigating the globe
back in the day
of my youth),
I ranked tough as a pitbull,
     when severely pitted

    ...

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These are all ruminations that arose from a recent backpacking trip in the Ventana Wilderness


Needing to bring spiritual realities
into the press of raw humanity,
amongst the most humble
the dreamer seems visionary.


Addiction is a mirror;
if I look into it for long
I will see myself
attempting suicide.


With my conscious...

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Why don't certain people want me to eat and survive? 

Why does it appear they rather see me disappear, shrivel up and die? 

How am I supposed to make a living and strive to make my dreams come true? 

When constantly faced with your hidden...

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