in nature’s
inexcusable
terms
Reason
is waiting
May I?
It was inexcusable, so I
applauded
Marauder of my emotions,
pacing ... seething
Bored with action,
his disgusting attraction to
scoffing at me
repeatedly
Same old rusty pin
popped my heart balloon until
I lost count
What did he think I would
amount to?
dust
He predicted it
so I fulfilled
the prophecy perfectly
all
by
my
self
What could have been
a long, lovely bike ride
was rudely interrupted by a
loss of balance
From my deeply skinned knee
slowly emerged dark red Hues
of Blues
that had resided below the surface
for way too long
Then the numbness set in
only adding to the pain
Finally, resorting to a place of
pitying him
helped more than a million
countless therapy sessions
Past the point of being
passive. Too weak to be
aggressive,
his big mental muscles
stopped scaring and scarring me
after enough time was lost
I killed him in my dreams and
revived him
in this other reality
What is there to gain
from a man like that
I’ve really tried to kick the habit --
Lord knows, I’ve totally tried!
But addiction is a ship not easy
To right...as a flap-less plane
Incapable of a navigable flight --
Speaking~ of the Writing Affliction!
Inexcusable whether works of grand
Truth, or totally wild poetic fiction –
putting an end to neurotic
behavior, is far easier said, then actually
shed. Hmm, verse or informative prose?
What will be this day’s Obsessive,
Compulsive Flavor?
We know your game
And we are not going to become slaves to it
We've seen you spin your lies like a spiders Web
Your crimes of deceit will come back to smite you
The heavens will rain down on you
There is no escape from eternity
Hear these words said
Let them infest your head
Your silence will betray you
Days will turn to nights
Insomnia will plague you
Like darkness it will consume you
The weight of your actions will crush you
The pain you've inflicted on black people
Will come back to haunt you
Forever waiting in the shadows to spook you
You will know no peace in life and death
This is a promise
A warning
And a threat
What you've done to my people
Is inexcusable
I’ve an inexcusable habit,
forget my wife’s birthday.
This time I promise myself I won’t.
So, on that day from backyard
I pluck a blooming red rose,
keep it hidden till the dinner time
when I give her the single flower.
She doesn’t smile, for the story has begun.
"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
His evasion of responsibility inexcusable…
though behaviour of this being as per usual
originally from broken where never taught devotion
great pity he grew without learning.
Fidelity and faithfulness insignificant
from the superficial apathetic participant
thus emptiness diverged from initial love of splurge
revolved...evolved am now to be discerning.
Blunder Sin - A Didactic Cinquain
Blunder
Egregious, inexcusable
Bobbling, gaffing, lapsing
Ever so inexcusable
Sin
2/24/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2021
Husband, brother, son,
lover, friend -
Will we see you again?
Will you be a headline on the news?
Unarmed and unashamed.
We stand fearful and furious
in tear soaked silent pleas.
Something must change.
His skin won't warrant death,
and our hearts won't continue to pay
the inexcusable cost
of love in America.
Deadly hurricane surged and diffused all over
Destroyed all with its diabolical power
Devastated and submerged the low-lying realms
Demolished all docks, houses, roads and toppled elms
Decimated the life in a large proportion
Dismantled violently the secure position
Disfigured beautiful landscape of rich green lush
Dispelled existing course of action into gush
Danger bells were ignored and there so many wails
Distressing ghastly sights are heart rending tales
Detached life from nature is inexcusable
Destined grief, a wound which is incorrigible
After the Hurricane Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish
Date: 27/10/2020
An inexcusable infraction by neighbor caused her to pout.
She was angry three days later when she let the cat out.
How long can you be mad at me? Neighbor asked with a shout.
She turned to face him, and elevated her prissy angry snout.
He began to laugh, and so did she. The end of this ridiculous pout.
Truthfully, by now, she had forgotten what the infraction was about.
Look, we know
The silent screams of yesterday moan on
Between the quiet dances with
Some random God Queen.
All days are like this.
All dogs love this.
Here it is:
Straight from the center of Heartbreak America.
The undulating weirdness that is all and
Our unifying impulse to label all of the "is all."
While yesterday hurls invectives,
Future gently nudges with a
Presumptive smile,
A scheming brain.
Now beat it. Just beat it.
Be there for your microwave.
Avoid going insane.
Take heart this is your only life
With this inexcusable amount of strife.
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...
cold-hearted punch
came on suddenly. . .
blank expression of
sideways troll
passes by.
passed out microphone
with a body nearby.
inexcusable
soul —
soulless satisfaction. . .
second death sold
to the wandering whorl.
8/19/2019
Ignorance comes with a specific gesture of innocence
After lifting a mountain, there is none, with your limitations.
And, I will start here, past the speaker and the audience, conversations...
I was looking at the calligraphy along the wall. Scriptures. Huge and magnificent.
Little did I know about. And, it was a very different kind.Aesthetical views certify.
I wished; I could touch those words! Only to reach the skills of a dedicated craft.
I was gazing through those words.In my mind,with an inexcusable lack of efforts. Islamophobia, a tantalizing talk nowadays, to tag questions with a context of life.
Never met the artists, for stories untold, behind the dedication,inspiring, at least.
Lavish, tall structures with those massive chandeliers, competing for divine light.
And, I was nobody but an inner cry. Though nothing is trivial in the eyes of God.
He, who knows, limitations of those working hands, with a toiling, struggling life!
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