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, out past radiant lights — 
Bright and brighter — spreading beams that hold back off every
Fright plotted by the cornered,...

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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, for example, 
far more accessible, generally
wearing just a glistening
strand of peals, basking
in a warmth of sunlight

for poetry is less the...

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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 the moon?
Consequence has made later more favourable than soon.

Just when a young mind gradually focuses on the right direction
an extra...

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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 calm stream of Time
let's come to share my Jiff 
let's come to share my Rhyme.
You can't judge Me 
through 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 in love with this consistent Chemistry, of 
my ***** penetrating your penetrable virginity, our hearts beat from a 
consistency of...

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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 I ponder through seasons of augury

the intent of seven sisters
is perilous like tangent lines
and turns us into oblivious receivers
overcome by...

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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 feel my shoulders
Heavy as every instant
You become more bashful.
Tuesday turns to Thursday,
While I watch your 
Obsessive, irritated brow.  
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 not on my own

Mundane daily tasks
Force me to clear my mind
Of the heaven and hell my dreams inspire
Knowing there’s no...

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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 systemically 
resiliently
internationally change
into a healthier wealthier climate 
(yet).

St. Francis further asks
for winning wisdom to know the difference

To distinguish between HereNow...

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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 the faint breath of life.
Suddenly eyes open, momentarily blind and then aware.
Rustling, shaking in the chill of morning.

Dig through pockets;...

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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 and to find...to capture and 
recapture...to hold...
Wanting to find the real me...
the true me...needing me...whole..wanting...
still searching...hoping...ME...
You never noticed that I...

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This was not written for or entered in a contest, but I was inspired.
~~~ "We are all petals of imperfection sharing the same sun" 
                    ...

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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 steel clash a mind of rubber,
a mind of sanity which knows no other,
than what has been bestowed upon by thee.
A...

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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 want you nonetheless

Heartbroken, downtrodden, betrayed
It seems you died a hundred times that day
But there is great beauty in sadness
And ghosts...

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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 palm

In barren room furnished simply
with a wardrobe hidden in a corner

Beckoning forth an erstwhile champion to 
penetrable it's wonder-wall of...

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