Short Unaccustomed Poems

Passions
unrestrained
by common sense-
wander unaccustomed
pathways...

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Loss of a lover
Unaccustomed solitude
Debilitating


Date written and posted: 12/26/2018...

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unexpectedly
she stood strangely not feeling 
good ... unaccustomed


 ... of prime decency
sheltered world ~ as a mistress
breathes regency -- barfs...

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The room is warm and round,
the fire at the center.
I sit still
suddenly unaccustomed to my limbs.
And my failing heart falters
under your gaze 
like a warm caress across my face....

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Azzure night calls
rush blurry eyes
Pigeons came a calling
Waterloo I curse you
morning came a sneaking
The unaccustomed scratch gilded fear
Suited clad 
screeches the acceptable
Strange exiles disowns the Thames...

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Golden dream of my recreate heart,
alike sui juris chow coram craving  character .
Lacquey unaccustomed grow dumb art,
endure canoodling for chronic creature. 
Reimbursing my biotic lacunae part,
gotta exhibit usance's unblemished picture....

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Winter Winds
Everything withered, dead
Thin blood, unaccustomed to the cold 

Impatient
Bitter, Wishing for warmth
Shivering in a burrow of snow

Then, came You
Rain showers, soft soil, sun 
You are a flowered field in the Spring

Beginning
Like tadpoles sprouting legs
You are bullfrog songs in the moonlight


3/7/2021
Images in Parallel Contest...

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Unaccustomed to the lingo
yet accustomed to the bling so
let it roll and rock and rot
regardless of the highbrow wot...

or china crystalled silver settings
designed Lenox gauche, just sayin' nothing
compared to what us fair groomed got
thank Daddy for the polyglot.

Of myth and spit and hum-drudgery
of how things never used to be
is time to wake up. Hope we do
'cause I'd like to live on, would you?...

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Being careful with the sugar, Mr. Thomas?
Perhaps, Mrs. Maggie. My health has done me so. But I’ll have you know, the new bitterness
does quite wake me.
So you prefer the blackness of your coffee to caress the crisp scent of morning?
Ah, and let me tell you how much sweeter it is, this morning.
I am quite puzzled.
No, just unaccustomed.
To what am I unaccustomed, Mr. Thomas?
Death, Mrs. Maggie....

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Heart aflutter
senses untethered
wholesomeness challenged
unfamiliar feeling
naïve and innocent
Unaccustomed to this attention
did he mean me?  Am I the one?
Bad boy, wandering back into my
ready-to-be-sensuous mind.
Making my daydreams crazy.

The familiar fearless soul dance as
The bad boy takes his naive victim hostage
breathless sensation, for silly reasons.

Putting myself in danger, but why?...

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My, the frightfully threatening roll
of the foreign tongue
inexplicable, rapid fire
shrapnel to the unaccustomed ear
proceeding, ever forward
in an unintelligible tirade.

Ears ache for understanding
Eyes strain for common ground
no single sigil or symbol recognizable.

My Lord, to be so alone, so lost
so must we journey, infants all,
landing without fan fair
on distant shores, seeking only
love and acceptance....

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I’m sitting by the river,
Just relaxing on a bench,
When I’m suddenly accosted
By an unaccustomed stench.

I look around but do not see
A reason for the smell.
It’s coming from the water, then,
As far as I can tell.

The question that I pose myself
Is – what am I to do?
Sacrifice olfactory nerves
Or sacrifice the view?

In life, it’s not all positives
That come to us each day.
The rippling waves have tipped the scales – 
I’ll hold my nose and stay!...

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How unaccustomed am I
To the touch of my own hand
on my face

How unaccustomed
To droplets on my skin
And playfully drenched hair
As I dance in the rain

Unaccustomed
To the light of a candle
The shapes of clouds
And fullness in a starry sky

How unaccustomed
To the fragrant scent
of homemade cookies;
the smell of home

How unaccustomed am I
To the chime of a tinkling bell,
My mother's voice

And the sight of my own reflection...

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You offer me sanctuary, though I didn't ask
I don't understand but I greedily grasp
You hold me in comfort no matter my flaws
Slowly I settle, start retracting my claws
I'm the frightened animal, unaccustomed to care
Untamed and flighty, yet you don't need to ensnare
Though I sense danger, I'm drawn to your side
Overwhelmed and uncertain as different worlds collide
Forever changed from wild unfortunate soul
Solitary creature now craves to feel whole...

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Listen to poem:

Vagabond Conquistadors
David J Walker

Having wept
	And slept
At the bottom of the canyon
I’ve become the climber 
	Of mountains

Where I may see for myself
	The residents of the clouds
And find that 
It is a lonely place
	Unaccustomed to the resonances 
Of habitation as

It moves on
Without the vagabond 
conquistadors
Claiming clouds 
in the name of Christ

I have flown and fallen twice
For the believers of fables who  
Know only what the hear on Earth...

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Dreams Deferred 
My Dreams have always been to travel around the globe. 
Dreams Deferred? Perhaps 

My dream is to possibly become an author, second-guessing and duped. Dreams Deferred? Perhaps

Unguarded decisions,  false evidence appears real. Dreams
Deferred? Perhaps 

Guilty by association,  recognized toxic faces, unaccustomed places, I'm at a crossroads. Dreams 
Deferred? Perhaps 

Trust shattered yet my heart has not desensitized.  Dreams
Deferred? Perhaps...

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The be all and end all
So rapid in and out of context
Illusion mostly, loitered in
Facts change 
We are not in a whirlpool
The end and the beginning
Interchangeable often
Pins and needles 
Reminding us to move
Yet we just switch our footing
I can walk in any direction
Choose flight and land
Destinations can be haphazard
I can map it out, plot
Yet I'm unaccustomed to spells
But perhaps recipes and scripts
Should resume
To be conjured into existence
Is all anyone ever wants...

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