Best Penetrable Poems

*** Awaiting Inspiration ***
(written for my brother and sister poets)

Reaching for dreams in the black of my closed eyes, but sleepless,
I go on in music,...

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When seeking to write
a poem, no need to
descend into deep, dank
mysterious wells of 
creation – after great depth
only to come upon 
one's ignitable soul-fuel

my muse,...

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Juvenile delinquency has exposed growth to the fiddle
time fastens for maturity to face this compulsory wheedle.

How long and straight forward is this short cut to...

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~!! An Identity: All of Me !!~ 
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"Here, I'm talking 
All of Me 
My name, tale & speciality 
not about Thee!
I'm now flowing 
with the...

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The consistency of this certain kind of Chemistry, a strong affinity, for 
heterosexual sexuality, a salacious-n-sagacious formal formality, a beautiful 
embrace enriched moral morality, I’m...

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all we do is talk about the weather 
in our own cellar language
and I want to accept
the truism of your perceptions
mainly to untangle the plot
but...

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And it’s Sunday all over again, 
In my word and in your beauty.
Your silence, so fragile,
Penetrable and deep.
It’s like being trapped 
In a museum.
Monday, I...

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Cacophony of sound 
Breaks through my penetrable wall
My mind still reeling 
From the dreams of the night
Leave me be
Surely you can see

I’m alone, even though...

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St. Francis prayed for politically active 
nonreactive empowerment
through serenity to change what we can,
and to walk away,
without loser disgust
but with winning acceptance
for what we cannot...

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Why can't you hear my plea?
My soul screams for the release your binds
won't allow...
The echoing depths of my second 
self...reaching, wanting to explore...
to search for...

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Bright, early light slithered into the crawlspace.
Something woke there under the dusty rafters.
Stars in its eyes and cotton in its mouth.

Nothing yet stirring, save for...

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A trillion waves make up an empty sea,
restless as the mind itself can be;
juggled once and juggled twice,
turmoil deep down resonates so well,
to some.

Words of...

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There is great beauty in sadness
Icy exterior, unyielding, unrelenting
You raised these walls and hid in your fragility
But there is great beauty in sadness
And enemies still...

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Not knowing
Weighs the heaviest on the mind
For the dreams of what could be
Occupy the very core of being
Allowing not the breath of free time

My mind...

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Oh childhood lullaby 

Yee of bedtime sheep tailored 
dream woven pillowcase

Ticking striking momentum behind
hidden crossed finger hand

Conical , decoherence pyramid shape
of future held in open...

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