Quotes about asinine, page 2
Circles
Round and around in circles
that seem to go nowhere,
gives me the feeling I must move along
for there is no time to spare.
If I were moving in a straight line
wherever it was I could define.
But with a circle there's no end in sight.
And so I find it asinine
to reach for a certain point of light.
For my life is a circle and so is yours
and all that we do we've done before.
For a circle continues and never stops
and the end is how we've begun.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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New Identities
Asinine assumptions and pointless conversations
Captivate the children mired in gloom beneath dismal skies
With broken umbrellas unprepared for the cold depressing rain.
Thick fog of disappointment covers the soul's landscape
As nervous lips mumble prayers to the dissipating sunset of hope
And I'm searching for a pair of eyes immune to graveyard imaginations.
Dark beliefs and spirit-killing thought disease contaminate our dreams,
But I'd like to kiss your secret tattoo and supple skin as we make our escape
To an unknown city where we can carry seeds of positive new identities to later flourish.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Never escaping
All my life i've never seen the rainbow.So much thunderstorm it was so austere and curtness.Now I see the rainbow it's devoid of water and garish.It's my prerogative to see the rainbow.The light that shines below it.I was so flighty to to not accept the beauty.I hope it don't expunge from me.I deserve to see what's been hiding from me.To see the thunderstorm is unfathomable.I felt so melancholy it doused me with water flighty of my ways, I wish that rainbow could substain.Rainbow so benign, Thunderstorm looks so asinine.I can gape at the amazement there's not an anologous about the two of them.In my ears I could here crooning.
poem by Iesha Wilborn
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From The Sky
The talons of a man shall remain awake
To goad the dimmed lips of a man-at-war-with-himself.
The cloudless sky squirts a disaster,
To fashion the deranged into sanities
On the way to what is not asinine.
My claws cut and dodge the other birds
Who are men.
In their cribs the redness of their blood shines
Brightly, contradicting the veins.
In this sanctuary is an oversight,
That we are supposed to find,
And not mind to change into great dilemmas,
So that we gain more oversights,
Strangely enough.
The men at war shall define the century
In the cloudless skies,
When aircraft shake the shaken,
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poem by Naveed Akram
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Chagrined
The menagerie of destructions
surrounds me like a barricade
to safeguard my weakening beacons
and I lean upon these beasts
so I can die with a proud fervor
against this vise like grip on my wrists
The degree of revulsion and
the manifold mechanisms of defense
are like vaporous vines crawling
to gather and concoct a virulent fruit -
the magnum of my astray identity
And if you are chagrined of
the bewildering signal fire upon me
and this asinine self-annihilation
cicatrizing my brazen thieveries
how much more flustered can I be?
But to kill, you have to learn to die
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poem by Norman Santos
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Going is not Staying
Going is pleasing, but staying is the finest,
Because success is a wand of delight, the achiest.
Homes must destroy and damage other houses and mansions,
To be absurd, to be asinine, and to be cruel demonstrations.
Denizens of the abysm are far away from killing, and willing
To crop up in mansions that keep blood, of those who are honouring.
The horror is married as a disgust also agony, they also want reading
After the books wonder from the head or grave, this is much abducting.
Go to an area of strict kindness although we do hate your kind,
You seem like evolving your bedroom and chairs, your very mind.
Go away, I say to it, and what do people carry out when warned?
Thursday is today, adding a cat to Friday, the lion forewarned.
Going and staying is when supernatural actions work,
It is gorgeous why dangers pass, when do you go berserk?
poem by Naveed Akram
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Did I Do Something Write?
Have I, in recent days…
made you sad
Perhaps brought tears…
To your eyes
Have I rudely rent the fabric
of your heart
By reminding you of
Old loves and lies
Have I made you smile
With a memory tweak
To times long past
Yet dear
Have I made Your
skin crawl a bit
Shiver slightly
In unfounded fear
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poem by David Whalen
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Those Times
In these times
Where the sun recoiled
Into splintered allegories
I bask in the gouts of thoughts
In these gaunt path
Where sentiments
Slither like scales
In the very dermis
Of callowness
Behind the rainbow haze
The hurting is gravid
And the beauty is
A mystified lore
And In these times
Where the storms decline
The chance to disarray
The perfectly asinine
Threads of the loom
How intricate
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poem by Norman Santos
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Flustering Tides
Wide open sea, bludgeon my grand flee
To where the beast would sing to me
Debonairly and treacherously the riddle
That shrinks one mind to gamble and fiddle
Vying with feigned and compromised ideals
And mounting to craft vile and shabby realms
Asinine theory, there's no way up north
Could I rip time in this back and forth—
Cajoling in the blear mirage on the pavement?
Could I diminish the morsels of bereavement?
Riveted in tracks, lost amidst illumination
How can I resign with this feeble conviction?
My grand flee, have you abandoned me?
Corrupted of repose, denied of a sanctuary
Where I struggle with the surging tides
Amidst an iniquitous sea of sullied rides
Diagrammed from my fragmented wish
Another flight too high, fastidious, squeamish
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poem by Norman Santos
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Sundered Crags
With the sun obliquely gliding between your dusk
Raising its head to cast shadows over ivory tusks
Gnawing with stale porcelains and phantasms
At the bottom of the swelling sundered chasms
I ponder blindly on its clinging bite and dying graze:
"Can I fill in the gaps and caress the space? "
Between these sundered crags are four arctic seas
Calm with gargantuan serpents and deceitful harpies
Withholding fathoms and speculations of galaxies
Interlaced with a cordial invitation in garrulity
The penumbra of the aqueous mirror cannot conceal
From skyscraping crags no hands can reel
Unfathomable oceans, too dense to stifle
Can you cajole with the angry lips of a rifle
Where callow cesspools of undying pits
Is a goblet of fallen stars and potential fleets
I lunge in imperceptibly in its glacial skin
Purged with another wish, unknowing and asinine
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poem by Norman Santos
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