Short Inexcusable Poems
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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
It was inexcusable,
Mean,
Terrible,
Despicable,
Horrible
Inevitable,
Inescapable,
The worst I had ever seen
What was it?
I stood and stared at her.
Wishing I could remember.
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
So you think that you’re better?
My diction ain’t got no fetter
I can pull books from just one letter.
It’s a skill I’ve been honing
While you’ve been atoning
For rhymes inexcusable
Yeah I’m not defusable.
You think you’re so clever
But I’ll use you like a lever
All your weak lines I’ll sever.
Stack them up like a ladder
My victory spoken from your tongue
And every time you get madder
I’ll just climb another rung.
There is no beating in this hollow, heinous Heart
Eternal empty eyes emitting, inexcusable iniquities
Jutting juxtaposed jackal jaws, tearing Love apart
Anathematize abandoned, always forgive Atrocities
This is how I live, how I grow, how I stay in control
To be Continued
Inspired by TPS’ blog “Integrity“; this is the Liege you do not see
Dedicated to those who do not believe, like me
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...
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?
Blind freedom,
Through an unwanted separation.
Formed alliances,
At a new destination.
Undesirable personality,
Caused the segregation.
A pitiful person,
For lack of congregation.
Forcibly imprisoned,
A depression fortification.
Partners of the past,
Are the new legislation.
Labeled a loser,
An inexcusable reputation.
Flashbacks of betrayel,
A suitable compensation.
Mistreated emotions,
A new form of defecation.
Relationships experienced,
A tremedous complication.
Form:
There’s a breathless hush in the Crucible,
A racing baize and the black to win,
To miss that red was inexcusable –
His hand was shaking – too much gin ?
The “Hurricane” is blown away,
We will not see his like today,
But Hendry, Higgins, Doherty
Williams, Selby, Ding Junhui
Are hoping for that one-four-seven,
The perfect snooker, shot from heaven.
The prize at stake is filthy lucre;
To fans this is the World of Snooker,
A game that’s played in clubs and halls –
But for some, a load of balls !