Short Accustomed Poems
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Accustomed am I to say I am ever grateful I am thankful today thanking God for all things
11/26/20
James Edward Lee Sr © I 2020
Accustomed to the world
around him, he didn't find anything strange
when they put him to live in the asylum...
I had an affair with a maid
Accustomed to doing as bade
Now she is with child
The wife has gone wild,
"Thats not how a maid should be paid!"
February greatly welcomed
Blooms, green, warmth was its greeting
January not accustomed
Left in flurry winter cheating
Gladden Daffodils bloomed treating
life is full of waiting
waiting for moments to begin
waiting for moments to end
waiting in the mouth of the beast
growing accustomed to its teeth
and fearing the belly
No Poems Lately
I have not written any poems lately.
Which, would have been done greatly,
Read through,;
Accustomed to,
That probably ended up so sedately.
Jim Horn
Some savor living distressed; love dejection-Munchausen syndrome
accustomed to attention, adoration; playing-victim- energy vampires
adore escapism, douse in self-pity, darkness;-sorrow
There are people who are
accustomed to lie so vitally
as the air they breathe ...
They can't stand truth ...
That for them is the same as
if it were carbon dioxide ...!
I
predictably
made you accustomed
to my love
with daily and intense doses
of passion, enchantment
beauty and magical chaos
so
one day
I could kill you
like an addict dies;
in pain.
Patricia Evans
accustomed to struggling and striving
we know not what is non-volition
so sink in quicksands of mind
(with which we so identify
soul’s eternal presence)
where we languish
lost in dreams
hypnotised
10-June-2023
accustomed to duality
we feel disconcerted
when in singularity
attributes disappear
and ego identity perishes
our resistance is the veil
we’re the tormentor
as also the prisoner
in this lucid dream
24-May-2023
When haters are all around us…trying to wear us down…
Let them know, no matter how hard they try…
no matter how long they wait….
We will never back down
We will never give in
And we will never grow accustomed to their hate.
Duty with love is perpetual
Under compulsion it's artificial
Duty is duty, anyway we must perform
bounds to be accustomed
the siren’s song was a serenade nod to a piano bar
fabulously original, enticing porpoise and dolphin to play
terrifying great whites who are not accustomed to jazz
the mermaid’s laugh carried listening sailor down ten fathoms of the sea
In time my senses came to terms
With such medieval justice,
And found the hole they cast me in
Accustomed to my taste.
I’d made myself a tidy home,
Proclaimed myself Augustus.
Content within my realm of stone,
All memories erased.
You call me weird eccentric odd too different
still I am me
colors are constant through seasons
no one can repaint this scene
the panorama of glamour
you see will forever be
so please take this here instruction
and get accustomed to me.
I dreamed I was in a strange place
Near no accustomed kin
With nailed boards across my face
I am the beast of the land
With fire that froze my hands
And water that burnt my skin
My lost soul lays in bands
I am the beast of the land
10/4/21
became
accustomed
to the habit
of shrugging
off arguments
brought about
by emotional
outbursts
since everything
would always
seem to blow over
in time eventually
till one day it
did not blow over
instead it was over
we were over this
time for real
Many would judge
Jerry an old man,
not accustomed
to the idea of course.
He keeps
old songs in his head,
about new streets,
meeting strangers.
It never quite wore
away from his
belief-hopes in
magic amour carrying him
to new warm shores
and thrills from pretty fingers.
Different than what
I have become accustomed to
Not the same at all
Not at all what I was expecting
Jumped head first into a new world
One much different then
The one I had been living in
So far so good
Only time will tell
Keep my fingers crossed
That it will continue well
Follow me I'm accustomed to eternal beauty;
Come with me as I walk into the lands;
As I'm wearing the wings,
surrounding my head;
I will fly away;
One day;
~ now I'll fly away,
In awe onto the fullness,
of my Lord, My God;
10/23/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
There is a hum to morning
an accustomed to whirr
softly grinding gears
electrical whispers
gentle creaking of awakening wood
satisfied exhale
of a still slumbering dog
purr of a sun warmed cat.
I lie still and listen
to this too often unheard
Symphony.
John G. Lawless
©12/12/2022
We get so accustomed to everything that surrounds us
We begin to call familair faces friends and familair objects home
Our true home lies within our hearts
Leaving means giving up all that has become familair and comfortable
Pain comes from knowing rebuilding lies ahead and saying goodbye.
Form:
Is sanity a gift or foe?
I wonder at its campaign
To inflict confusion.
Maybe madness is my friend.
Will it block the pain
And edge out the fear,
Yet crush the inevitable
Normality enemy?
Accustomed to intense
It holds me in its stare
Grips me in its wilderness
And yet I feel safe.
Our linguistic limbs sulk as the
dreary day progresses.
It begs and aches for more pain
for it's grown accustomed.
The longing and desire that lingers
within the blood pulsating
As each day marches forth,
A feeling of hate submerges and
dominates the emotion sulking
back
Toward the dark core we now possess.