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"unarguable" poems
The curse of a great, well-known or (at least) culturally interesting family. Heralded at birth to mimic similar (or even, surpassing) social feats of achievement/wealth/renown. Instead manages to underpasses even  mundane non-impressivenesses of second-generation parentals. I See them, smirk or folly with time, silently. ....which they seem to quite often. Biding weekend with multitudes of varying categories of "friends" and sweethearts who never seem to stick around too long All aware, of course, of the famous family lineage Themselves, instead after lifetimes where first words, senior infants homework, cheerful accusations of mischief and certificates of age-appropriate health were lauded as signifiers of a future onslaught of fulfilled capabilities emerge as providence's lackeys– and meekly, to be Written out of History One by One by One. II Talent is frequently a despairing life-cycle for people who witness and go without. III But what price success? Is it to be counted in public or left behind in wreaths? Stern evidence of favour, fought for and won or shaky good fortune One life's profitable fluke IV Does the cost of success itself admit backstories of other kinds of loss that children without the chance of ever knowing or changing their inheritances of fate are powerless to cease the flow of their own anonymity all for the insistences of the unarguable and for merely treading the average?
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Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 2:15 PM UTC
Significantly Untalented Grandchild
Tell me why, if We’re all I In a Charlie Brown Pumpkin pie Patch in the sky I Each a small piece of the pie I Some a flaming cherry pie Some a Georgia peach or Perfect plum pudding pie Perhaps a strawberry   Sweet potato or crumbled apple pie I You a poached peach pie Together- we’re a mixed metaphor whatever for Pie. All sharing the same awareness In all fairness No one can define this thing called awareness. Is Awareness the isness of you Is isness the business of God Is God in the business of defining A color by number world Too much blue in the sky pie A little less green in the scene   please Could Awareness exist To let you decide What kind of I-pie To die pie To be a pie guy Or a gal pie Or pie gal Goldie locks or Goldie Hawn big bad wolf   Or Genghis Khan Now hear me out If you were God What would you do with infinity? Got it! Without a doubt Better bake a pie This proves God is a woman. But you already knew that. My explanation quite reasonable My logic unarguable Once again The proof is in the pudding pie You should never argue with a woman. Guy! But, God reserves the right To change her mind So next time around She could make a different pie Bigger pie, better pie Or perhaps no pie at all. She’ll bake a cake. Or build a boat For God’s sake.
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Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 1:27 PM UTC
What Would You Do with Infinity, If you were God?
It’s an unarguable truth that loneliness is an addiction. The Devil draws you in until your brain no longer functions, He’ll pluck through you like petals on a daisy, Desert you in your bed and leave you feeling crazy. Words keep coming, silent without end. Miserable and loathing your new and soulless friend. Just last year you were jump roping for heart, The memory of that day leads to a devastating spark. Deep in your closet lies a rope, You jump out of bed and jump for hope. It caresses your neck until your body folds, Now fleeing from that closet is a beautiful soul
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Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 12:44 AM UTC
Eleven
You left me here to decay I took it the usual way... broke down with angst and dismay nevertheless I've learned the errors of my ways you taught me great to never settle for less or rather overcompensate so I'm picking up my life from the worse of my days I had forgotten reality persuaded by your haze my excuse was that I enjoyed being used a denial of my faith you confused my morals manipulated my nature made it hard for me to relate blasted unarguable fate so while I'm stuck in the present I am obliged to say that I have nothing to be sorry over you were always my priority A and now I'm reorganizing.
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May 21, 2011
May 21, 2011 at 6:32 AM UTC
Reorganizing Priorities
as I lay down my head my phone next to me on the bed your text vibrates across the mattress springs like a technological tinnitus inside my ear my consciousness you want to talk but not like that just to make an unarguable point guilt ridden acronyms miss-spelt accusations and inappropriate emojis convey your emotions with a twisted sarcastic humour interlinked with your vent you know that from the safety of 4G it aggravates me I’m bored with it all too much to even reply it would make more sense if you weren’t abusing me from the spare room
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Oct 29, 2021
Oct 29, 2021 at 2:33 PM UTC
text abuse
I can’t unhinge my jaw this hot flame I use to thaw this static welded smile seems to be worthwhile a claustrophobic malevolence an unarguable irrelevance i wish it were thread instead the world’s painful decadence my mouth sewed shut my heart bleeds fire a tear of truth with my valenSMILE.
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Feb 15, 2011
Feb 15, 2011 at 10:08 PM UTC
ValenSmile
Power-lines pulse over-head easy streams by our quiet lives the unarguable benefactors which caress each man they touch soldiers waging war on insurgents with power-lines along the boarder In this narcotic drip submergence we lose our peace in the name of order the egotists shout with their power-line minds thoughtless words of each and every kind At the promise of peace, wise men can see the greatest peace springs from a tap into thee
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Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 9:13 PM UTC
Power lines
They all ask, why so protective? why so boring? why can't you accept? the inevitability of spoil! My unarguable answer is this, If ever in your naive life, you love someone as much as I do, then you will fight like hell, to stop they're corruption.
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Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 6:09 PM UTC
The Final Words
let me write on joy for once and not on this pouring, dripping mourning, no, because today a dawn's sad weeping means nothing to me but birth and beauty and beginning and the unalterable unarguable blueness of the sky for today at least.
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Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 6:31 PM UTC
dawn/dusk
When we were together There were ballbearings In our lives and in our poetry And in mine in latter days One huge one with Mass unarguable, That ball of steel moved On glistening rails, No more sped up than slowed, Proceeding on its way Towards a life or solution Beyond our ken When the ruckus hit And brown hit fan we might Yet have overcome as it's a huge ball Capable of squashing any **** in our road Yet you suddenly are gone And I do not get how You escaped the bearings path, It and we were set for good Yet here you aren't, You're on a different track With smaller bearings now And seem unaware you ever saw That sweet gleaming steel That bound us once, But that is you and you Are weak while I remain Ballbearing bound
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May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 4:47 PM UTC
Bearing