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70 · Mar 2019
Dana for a Day
poetryaccident Mar 2019
I'd be Dana for a day
welcome a change to reflect
how far I’d rise if it were true
a joy embracing certitude
perfection set upon the earth
the sublime bliss in stature’s form
for the hours after dawn
leading to the gates beyond

this journey would be enough
exclaiming splendor in response
to the gal that inspires
so much more than life allows
if the gods had their say
the mirrors would all agree
with the choice of the one
to emulate in symmetry

in a single blink of an eye
I'd realize beauty's gain
peach of a dream in waking life
a hottie now realized
form to fit identity
embodied deep inside of me
asking only to be seen
revelation for just one day.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190327.
The poem “Dana for a Day” was inspired by the photo of one of my friends in the realm of social dance.
70 · Sep 2018
Faith Eludes
poetryaccident Sep 2018
Faith eludes those who boast
to possess this hallowed trait
while attacking the enemy
that fear's embedded in their mind
with only terror near at hand
the balm of faith is withheld
instead dogma’s brutal fist
communicates with a chin

now that fear is near at hand
doubt erodes the higher thoughts
chasing mercy with sad glee
forbearance is a memory
civility has no place
washed away with the blood
first mere droplets to precur
the drowning flood of false alarm

resulting wounds will not close
forever tainted with the sting
now that love no longer flows
along the streams of kind words
that aim to share piety
secure the walls against the horde
has become the deepest wound
that creed of faith far removed.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180927.
The poem “Faith Eludes” was inspired by a social media comment:  “the wisest thing I’ve done for my mental health and internet experience is to disregard arguments made in bad faith.  You can’t have a meaningful and productive discussion with someone whose already made a decision about who you are based on something as arbitrary as sexuality.”
70 · Oct 2019
New Low
poetryaccident Oct 2019
A new low among the heights
a spiral returning into the mire
ever escaping gravity's pull
towards a crash upon the globe

even when the sun may shine
fill the expanse of the sky
the clouds blanket unseen earth
depths far from the warming orb

asking nothing but belief
that doom will return to compete
with belief of upward trends
tested by the cold malaise

all the reasons to resist
in culmination to exist
are put aside without hope
lest the highs take control.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191021.
The poem “New Low” is about the downside of a spiraled recovery from depression.
70 · Aug 2019
Pull and Push
poetryaccident Aug 2019
Inflate the ego at your own risk
lest the air go to the head
with results that few pursue
when doom arrives at the end

the race is run against the wind
lifting those who seek to fly
the balloon rising high
before falling to the ground

pushed by storms that twirl within
a gravity spun from the soul
the black hole light can’t escape
when assumptions consume grace

the detonation comes at last
between the pull and the push
more a whimper than a blast
a fitting end that few admit.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190816.
The poem “Pull and Push” was inspired by the art piece “Deflated” by Anatol Knotek.  The work features a deflated balloon labeled “ego”.
70 · May 2019
Monsters in Plain Sight
poetryaccident May 2019
The monsters hide in plain sight
behind the knowing of a smile
wishing nothing less than death
for the ones they now condemn
agendas held close to vest
shared between the miscreants
with beliefs that are the same
poison shared to stoke the flames

the platitudes of a forked tongue
hold two tales near at hand
one to preach to the fold
the other soothes the outside fools
the former has been weaponized
instructing soldiers to their side
of devils wishing nothing more
than ascension while others fold

don’t turn your back lest they strike
with the knife behind their back
their disguise may confuse
camouflaging past abuse
a mask arranged to impugn
society held up as a dupe
what peeps out does not last
lest the secret destroy the bad

both the friends and family
may hold the seed of discontent
planted by the fiends that seek
converts to their base deceit
the intent is clearly seen
all too late when more are made
the monsters are always there
unless the rest remain aware.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190504.
The poem “Monsters in Plain Sight” was inspired by meme’s questioning of where today’s fascists were hiding.  They aren’t.
70 · Sep 2019
Feelings Caught
poetryaccident Sep 2019
Feelings caught become the trap
waiting for unwary saps
wishing something to address
the crush of sad loneliness

that need to put aside the shield
armor worn against the storms
rain combined with thunderbolts
puts up a  shelter to console

these echoes matter little now
when the gulf between the souls
eternal silence becoming all
matters more than paling scars

still the snares may intrude
set with bait hung with hearts
this matters not when the void
is safety’s realm that none rejoice.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190928.
The poem “Feelings Caught” was inspired by a Tumblr meme that included the poem’s title.   Firstly I find the slang to be poignant.   Secondly, I’ve sworn myself off of the activity.  Sometimes life has other plans.
70 · Sep 2019
Road Will Wait
poetryaccident Sep 2019
A journey does not stand alone
by a step or many miles
seeking goals with a twist
surprising those who quest an end

the mileage counted is a sham
for its worth in measurement
against the signs that infer
commonality between two men

the main path becomes a sham
as excursions are the rule
searching past the trampled path
still a journey of consequence

those small jaunt fulfill a need
to explore beyond the norm
at sunset the road will wait
with the journey to celebrate.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190913.
The poem “Road Will Wait” was inspired by thoughts about a journey never truly ending as unexpected paths are revealed.
69 · Nov 2019
Happiness Guessed
poetryaccident Nov 2019
Happiness guessed is fantasy
accounting for the scary dreams
worry spawns more of the same
damning all that play the game

failure wrapped without regard
for the falls beyond the edge
imagined in full relief
against the bones still complete

without a break even though
phantom pains take control
reducing those who abide
with the troubles of the mind

sadness thought to carry on
clouds spun into the storm
contrasted with the coming balm
this asks too much from the now.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191030.
The poem “Happiness Guessed” is about happiness and depression, and the inevitability of sadness if joy is not pursued.
69 · Mar 2019
Some Dance
poetryaccident Mar 2019
Some dance to remember
the past that's already gone
cast to the realms that are beyond
some dance to forget
the pain that still remains
as fresh as the pouring rain

recalls born of life's troubles
healed by the lyrical cure
if only for the span of a song
soon to only fade away
lost as it is gained
in the whispers to the wind

recollections may be denied
or pursued with each step
as the soiree is embraced
illusion in the shared beat
don’t assume it’s the same
when needs are finally met

each memory asks for its balm
soothed by loss or by gain
something pure in each refrain
asking another to be played
partners found to be held
if only to stay in that place.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190311.
The poem “Some Dance” was inspired by a classic line from the song "Hotel California".
69 · Apr 2019
Attraction Turned
poetryaccident Apr 2019
Attraction turned on its head
desire directing the body led
reversed around to the absurd
predilections are observed
if the normative were in play
there would be a word for this state
with judgment following afterward
tutting loudly to be heard

there were wants in the past
aligned with genders assigned at birth
giving comfort to the whole
that orientation was regular
except it’s not after all
the line was crossed long ago
spectrum slipped outside of bounds
while preferring the feminine

now the *** has been reversed
no longer cis as consequence
and yet the traits that appealed
have not changed throughout the years
sapphic is now the urge
the tendency of rapt allure
for the forms still adored
all the curves that Sappho loved.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190414.
The poem “Attraction Turned” is about the former “straight” orientation of transwomen being turned on its head after the latter identity is fully embraced.
69 · Oct 2018
Seraph Borne
poetryaccident Oct 2018
Seraph borne to the ground
with lack of wings to rise above
don’t feel sorry for the guardians
leaving duties for low play

once the holy could resist
the carnal lures of the flesh
or the passion of escape
sinking lower to partake

struck from high to walk among
mortals striving to achieve
blessings lost to the drop
by the spirits disgracing God

when temptation rules the day
even saints choose to roam
at the risk of plunging low
to amuse the watching fools.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181026.
The poem “Seraph Borne” was prompted by the words “fallen feather”.  The restrictions of the prompt disallowed the words feather, angel, or falling.
69 · May 2018
The Umbrellas
poetryaccident May 2018
I see the shelter as a trap
with my sanctity as the price
when umbrellas aspire to claim
the victim seeking safety’s arms
the canopy dangles high above
beyond my reach yet always there
leading me to step away
into the realms of compromise

I stand outside in the downpour
drenched to the bone through suffering
wanting something to stop the pain
give relief from shower’s bite
I may flee to arid dreams
still the dampness is always there
the shelter asks for everything
that I vow to bend my knees

promising much in a trade
if I only cross the line
protection would be draped
upon my frame in recompense
with a small toll that I must give
splay my body as offering
to be dry becomes the goal
as shadows crawl from fabric’s dome

assuming the position in reverence
ready for violations I can’t forgive
trespass granted for safety’s sake
no longer feeling rain’s cold drops
the umbrellas are raised above
preventing moisture from my life
instead the water flows
from the tears that drown my soul.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180528.
A poetic friend wrote a poem that started with the lines “Reigns of / hypocrisy puts / teeth on edge” and ended with the lines “Under their / umbrella of / protection”.   I commented “I see the dynamics of resistance and acceptance.  Both are present in the offerings of the group”.   The poem “The Umbrellas” was inspired by this interchange.
69 · Dec 2018
Sexy Seen
poetryaccident Dec 2018
**** seen through my eyes
admiration of the other ***
is my lot in this life
hints at something more
than lust’s delight at their expense
the outer denoting consequence

jealousy may be the source
envy of the grudging sort
the focus of my stray ardor
in between the lurid lines
temptation found in the sight
is something I see deep inside

compliments laid at their feet
stated words that extol
the ones I’d like to replicate
**** seen through my eyes
at the mimic that defies
says so much more than praise allows.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181217.
The poem “**** Seen” is about one possible attribution of attraction.
69 · Jun 2019
Greatest Lie
poetryaccident Jun 2019
The shadows will bury the dead
tossing a flower into the grave
joining desires without reprieve
to living alongside humanity

travels cut short by lack of a path
circling round back to the start
without regard for weariness
experienced in spades as consequence

now that the dream has expired
without a promise of living again
only a memory is left behind
now imagined as the greatest lie

darkness will bury what now remains
inter the doubts with all the pain
while the dawn rises in the east
damnation is granted six feet deep.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190617.
The poem “Greatest Lie” is a mood about failing in the only dream that seems to matter.
69 · Oct 2018
Children of a Lesser God
poetryaccident Oct 2018
Look to the youth for your hope
when the despair seeks a hold
whispered lies of greater gods
those elders that deny the truth
lesser spirits extend their boon
denying elders that intrude
on the affairs of mortal chaff
that have forgotten magic’s hand

even as the light may fade
there is an ember to be had
worship based on much less
than power’s hold on the heart
dark pushed back by the wish
reverence for lesser traits
gentle healings instead of strength
this is the mantra young possess

incense burned on altar’s face
drifting skyward to imbue
discernment of what came before
now cast aside to bring the dawn
borrow what they can provide
these children of a lesser god
stripped of idols from the past
their faith delivered saves the world.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181027.
The poem “Children of Lesser God” was inspired by a prompt of the same words.  I find hope in the upcoming generations, a hope that is all but lost in my generation.
68 · Feb 2018
The Walls
poetryaccident Feb 2018
I could describe the walls
condemning the one kept within
from these bars a world's revealed
both the beautiful and the ill
contrasting what could be done
edifice built by the years
as jail in which I rot
or tomb of the deceased

this barrier stops life's joy
happiness seen from afar
echoes of my past life
now the bane of misery
this happiness found outside me
example of normality
flickering on the stone wall
projection of what should be

the most cruel jest is this
a fallen state is lived by men
corruption of what God gave
is seen in all its shame
more abundant from my view
all the sinners come to play
exclaiming loudly as they go
with agendas spawned in Hell

against this backdrop stand my feats
cast to winds blowing hot
dust to dust is the end
promised by the Holy Book
the glory given is not heard
when the sight is obscured
by stack of bones of the past
giants gone and now condemned

escape is found in despair
for all the reasons I've stated here
each alone would be enough
now combined to ***** a life
there is one way to ease the pain
a rain of tears will soon follow
the wall then viewed as Satan's joy
a last reminder of illness cursed.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180227.
The bane of depression is threefold.  It mutes life’s joys, accentuates the negative aspects of life, and belittles accomplishments.  “The Walls” is a poem about this phenomenon.
68 · Jan 2018
Look Ten Years
poetryaccident Jan 2018
Look ten years beyond this place
do I exist to share that space
or did I bend to consequence?
one of us may not be here
though the reasons are not clear
I'll offer insight if I can

revelation will conspire
by the nature of the desire
to undo the ties that bind
too many numbers come to mind
one foot square or six feet down
each an end most would condemn

a voice inside whispers doubt
insisting that the answer rests
in easy exit to salve the grief
cutting short the epiphany
that life is too profound
for the journey is the fun

realization springs to mind
on the heels of these thoughts
dubious deal from the beyond
put aside, day at a time
persistence grasped to realize
sharing space with friends I love.

2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180117.
There is hope for the distressed poet.  The poem “Look Ten Years” was pretty dark initially (really dark).  Some time later, with a few edits, it manifested much more hope.
68 · Mar 2019
Dandy
poetryaccident Mar 2019
I'll dress the dandy to transcend
the disconnect I'm forced to embrace
by the virtue of gender's stamp
applied at the time of birth
a joke that's secret from the crowd
who assume the normative
a standard lived by the crowd
except those who fight the odds

the dice was rolled by the gods
a mold removed from the shelf
into the latter I was poured
with snake-eyes on the die
this departure moved with stealth
a theme repeated through the years
into the realm of decades' span
until I resolved to respond

acknowledgment was far to slow
the baby steps now comical
even as friends observed
something forming in front of them
in hind-sight the deed was done
with understanding far behind
until at last the consciousness
understood the schemes of life

still society would have a say
given what they had at stake
awareness begged me to step away
from the contracts that held sway
the ink becomes a rigid bond
with blood just as strong
demanding due to the chains
fighting freedom now held true

the response to this cage
identity lost to the rules
is to bend my present style
towards what I’m now denied
the splash of glam will come across
with a dash of dandy and then some
winking broadly until that day
my gender is stated for all to see.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190306.
The poem “Dandy” is about how I’m easing into expressing my trans feminine (transfemme) side in the face of the judging world.  I’ve embraced slight dandiness, but not too much as this fashion statement becomes hyper-masculine at the extreme, and I am so not going there.  Walking the middle is a place I can be now, ahead of where I may be heading down the road.
68 · Jun 2019
Fixture’s Bliss
poetryaccident Jun 2019
By the shoe or the wig
each endears the heart’s that's glad
to find a space to enjoy
beauty found in fixtures’ bliss
this pursuit beyond the bore
a dream presented in response
spun from dreams in the heart
presented for the world to view

one holds the heel in the air
an exclamation to the toes
defying planes close to earth
soaring high in happiness
shaping calves as a result
the allure of sculpted leg
leading higher to the knee
form presented for all to see

the other tops beauty’s crown
spilling locks of rainbow’s hues
the full spectrum may preside
a statement made in flowing locks
whether by curls or by length
presenting heads with added charm
augmenting what nature stacked
with a mane of pure delight

don’t disregard euphoria
a result of these pursuits
from the bottom to the top
adjustments made in full regard
tapping both while the frame
struggles with identity
comfort found in simple ways
elegance in each display.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190614.
The poem “Fixture’s Bliss” is about the impact of fashion add-ons on the self-identity and self-esteem of the individual.
68 · Feb 2018
Fae Wings
poetryaccident Feb 2018
If I could sew on my wings
a rainbow’s worth of many colors
stolen from the secret vault
put on my back so I could fly
would I bloom from within
in response to this invite
stitched with love of the self
at last coming to the front.

For too long the dungeon held
my truest spark in strong chains
formed to ease other minds
while mine lost a grip on life
with the mask seeming plain
these prison bars blocked my way
four walls made up the cage
the convict trapped within.

Doors drop away when I reveal
imagined self to the world
denial removed from my sphere
origins blossoming at long last
I'll take up the needle and thread
force transformation with these tools
revealing how I long to be
by addition of fae wings.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180216.
“Fae Wings” was inspired by a series of pictures that had butterfly wings sewn on to the backs of models.
68 · Oct 2019
Each Breath
poetryaccident Oct 2019
With each breath the wish grows
‘this is the last and no more’
yet still the lungs fill with air
marking time in equal dread

the seconds stretch without resolve
in groups prolonged by questing thoughts
grounded in a base desire
to cease the practice in sad flight

absent the intake of life
rejected in a paradox
this greatest gift that many seek
becomes the bane of the oblique

still the breaths continue on
precursor of the coming storm
what the mantra long desired
wish satisfied in the lie.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191026.
The poem “Each Breath” is about a mindset that deserves opposition as long as the breaths continue.
68 · Mar 2018
Finding Shelter
poetryaccident Mar 2018
Travelers joined by circumstance
considering how this came to be
when the winds push souls apart
denying comfort of the heart
until the stars became aligned
far above in the sky
then by sheer coincidence
pilgrims met at long last

by the blessings of the fates
they acknowledged twisted strings
knots tied behind the scenes
are realized by friendships shared
no longer strangers across the room
through events they’re more more
refugees cast up on the shore
finding shelter against the storm

the paths found a crossroads
intersecting to give hope
the world has allowed a few souls
companionship and support
this oasis of life’s repast
don’t let good fortune go to waste
we’re all travelers of circumstance
acknowledging companions in moment’s time.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180320.
“Finding Shelter” is about the friendships of circumstance.  These appear to be arbitrary.  Their value is often discounted as being one of many.  I don’t believe this is the case.
68 · Jul 2019
Hate is Reserved
poetryaccident Jul 2019
When hate is reserved for the one
most removed from serpent's tongue
strong concern may be felt
for the events that won't end well

if the world was not askew
the voice will hold fair latitude
for the speaker of the same
and not proclaim the opposite

consider that the self should love
show forbearance for the one
linked across the whole of life
asked to flourish despite of strife

instead a doom comes with grief
sourced from malice felt within
an enmity that must deny
humanity sprung from the divine.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190719.
The poem “Hate is Reserved” about the toxicity experienced by many people gripped with depression.
68 · Mar 2019
Trilogy
poetryaccident Mar 2019
A trilogy is arrayed
bearing the fruits of hate
filled with malice plans
against this soul filled with dread
I'll mask their identity
though the twist will be a treat
the greatest sadness coming last
when the curtain is finally dropped

society would be suspect
wishing harm instead of joy
with a dislike for the ones
that deviate from the norm
reinforced by a wider world
set to foil the inner goals
by a malice fully formed
or mere ignorance as a thorn

they’re off the hook in this tale
as well as miscreants sadly led
these persist in their holes
away from realms where I roam
the swarm does not equal three
a thousand plus if you please
so I’ll put them to the side
and now progress ever on

at last the villains take the stage
welding knives with poison blades
poised to take more than life
those qualities that matter most
I can’t deny their sly invite
to creep closer before they strike
if only I could resist
the charm implied in their harm

now you’ve waited until the last
revelation may be expressed
these last stanzas are the prize
to be unwrapped without a smile
the trilogy waits to be revealed
to take the stage with a bow
enemies that will comply
me, myself, and mostly I.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190312.
The poem “Trilogy” is about the three greatest enemies in my life.
68 · Oct 2019
The Clay
poetryaccident Oct 2019
The clay has set to **** the one
wanting something beyond their form
now that time has set the frame
with assurance of no change

except for aging that betrays
desires lost in beauty's maze
looking at the warped glass
mirrors stating the opposite

perhaps a chance once thrived
to portray the paradigm
even this is held to doubt
lost in decades far behind

now the clay is only fit
to be ground by the fist
reduced to dust as nature asks
aberrations to step aside.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191022.
The poem “The Clay” is about the frustration of living life in a world that does not fit.
67 · Feb 2019
East’s Abode
poetryaccident Feb 2019
The journey moves every on
with the west now left behind
and the goal of east’s abode
lays beyond the earthly curve
progress marked in baby steps
or the lunge to seek an end
each serves a purpose in itself
discovery made in due course

that in-between of status gained
becomes a mystery to be solved
a question mark for the world
to condemn or to bless
indecision seems the way
while the self is explained
neither cold nor of hot
the temperature is just right

there is no schedule to be met
the seconds tick into years
or the years become the now
all will happen in its time
even while the finish line
moves away to eastern realms
with the quest never done
to find the self is enough.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190213.
The poem “East’s Abode” was inspired by my ongoing journey of self-discovery.  I’m currently in a realm of non-binary regarding gender identity.  I may stay there, or I may continue onto a binary state.   Time will tell.
67 · Nov 2019
The Closet of the Before
poetryaccident Nov 2019
Exploration of the unknown
plumbing depths once concealed
was the passion of the past
shown in displays few surpassed

the cavalcade without demure
exclaimed out loud for all to hear
has fallen quiet once the task
was completed with ends to last

those changes are now internalized
known to self in full resolve
even while the world decides
to disagree with pointed knives

it's no wonder the response
a retreat from consequence
includes identity's detour
to the closet of the before.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191028.
The poem “Closet of the Before” is about the discovery of self stepping out with that side and then retreating after the embedded realization conflicts with a wider world.
67 · May 2019
Passing
poetryaccident May 2019
Passing comes in many forms
a demonstration meant to implore
to perception without reserve
towards a verdict of the mind
the normative is disguised
in the midst of a mirage
asking one or the other
both evoke glamour's charm

the first recalls origins
that the journey left behind
a sad reference that exists
in the minds of the crowd
they demand nothing more
than a past lost to now
progress wished even as
homage praises a lost cause

the second look is much more
finding life beyond the curve
wishing all could agree
sought in the vision persevered
seeking praise for the change
made more precious in exchange
as distraction is removed
in the form of ancient times

one look seeks to assure
nothing’s shifted from the curb
the other looks to the front
each are passing on their own
a presentation that complies
with the standards set by most
even as the shades are drawn
shadows flit behind the blinds.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190522.
The poem “Passing” is about the challenge of passing as a both a necessitated normative and a desired  non-normative.  Both have their benefits and challenges.
67 · Sep 2019
Lack of a Cure
poetryaccident Sep 2019
The end will come very soon
steal the beloved left behind
after fools have expired
sealing doom in aftermath

a fate none seek is ensured
by the lack of a pressing cure
when medicine is put aside
by the infirm who will die

before the worse comes to pass
leaving nothing then to last
sweeping all from the earth
reduced to beasts as a curse

still the fools have their day
staking comfort in the blink
living large in twilight years
before a hell descends to earth.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190926.
The poem “Lack of a Cure” is about the neglect of older generations in the arena of combating climate change.  These elderly souls may pass from the earth before doom fully descends, but their children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren will shoulder the resulting hell.
67 · Oct 2018
The Muse Will Ask
poetryaccident Oct 2018
The words provoked more than thought
in the prompt of stanza’s lines
or the rhyme of song’s refrain
one has comfort of the tune
the pair invoke the lyrical
regard power in the words

both share a form that provokes
desires both pure and far less so
speaking to the appetites
triggers stroked in syllables
perhaps purposed by the bard
to solicit the yearning urge

these hungers ask to be resolved
once commenced there is a yen
to be resolved before the end
few may deny if they try
that innerscapes now resound
with the cravings found inside

passions for the greed of life
once disallowed are made plain
on the page or by the ear
in the end the muse will ask
nothing less than siren’s call
to be answered by the crowd.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181015.
The poem “The Muse Will Ask” was inspired by another poet’s writings.  They author poems that evoke so many feelings, many of them bordering on the hunger of eroticism.
67 · Oct 2018
Reasons Pile
poetryaccident Oct 2018
The reasons pile upon themselves
making nonsense if compiled
still they provide enough cause
to shift the world on itself

the levers tug to push the load
towards the end that cause implores
even if the angels cry
for small mercies set aside

nothing less than victory
is enough to satisfy
motivations that allow
the rationale for lunacy

trading futures for the present
and reversed at the same time
nothing left in the middle
except for ruins now ordained

lingering long after the fact
now forgotten because of shame
the reasons had their place
to shift the world towards its end.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181009.
The poem “Reasons Pile” is about the political expediency of the world and the outcomes that follow afterward.
67 · Feb 2018
The Haunt
poetryaccident Feb 2018
I shunned the spirits now departed
denied their right to exist
spoke to the mirror with righteous ire
there is no such thing as ghosts
whispers from the edge of sight
deny the mantra I'll repeat
no matter how I spend my breath
the evidence denies the rant

curtains cloak the tall windows
the past portal of light's entrance
when they're opened I view a world
filled by fog of somber gray
the garden paths where I walked
circle back to stolid doors
the only way to return within
while the gates to the outside are barred

lighting the candles against the dark
denying space for lingering wraiths
chasing specters with feeble flame
even as I dread the truth
still the shadows fill the room
meeting mine as lovers would
hinting knowledge I dare to speak
lest I admit my life has ebbed

the departed have their realm
with the unhappy not yet passed
mirror of the living state
existing behind the veil of death
so many years have progressed
I've been lost in certainty
now I know the time has come
to realize that I'm the haunt.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180212.
“The Haunt” was inspired by a combination of a meme and thoughts of the 2001 movie “The Others”.   The meme, created by Leilah Ali,  stated, “There’s no such thing as ghosts,” I say, gazing into the mirror.  The irony came later.  I’ve been dead for years.”
67 · Jun 2019
Ceased to Play
poetryaccident Jun 2019
The music has ceased to play
a harmony that was blessed
to be replaced by muted tears
or discord of infernal tunes

the party lapsed to the dismay
of those who sought brief escape
found within dulcet tones
absent in the aftermath

those who dwelt within the charm
discovered more than life allowed
prospering before the fall
into realms where silence damns

a hush of the distant grave
brought forward to the present day
a stillness that conspires within
when music ceased to play.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190627.
The poem “Ceased to Play” was inspired by a particularly expressive evening, one that allowed me to freely state who I am.  Sadly the music did stop when normative reality returned.
66 · Feb 2018
Until the Grave
poetryaccident Feb 2018
Passion burned hot in the past
logs crest with tongues of fire
scorching air with their touch
radiant heat felt by those
standing close to the flame
giving same in response

now only ash is in the hearth
powdered memories of the past
with no cords to fill the gap
ample fuel short at hand
they're not stacked for fervor's gain
when resolve has passed away

embers promise a last hurrah
all too faint in winter's draft
then these fail like the rest
eternal cold fills my life
warmth a memory on this path
until the grave is found at last.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180213.
“Until the Grave” is about the past and the present.
66 · Jul 2019
Smooch’s Lure
poetryaccident Jul 2019
The kiss presented another world
opening vistas without regard
for the fall that will result
once soft flesh becomes one

the journey forward is enough
even as the fog descends
to encourage the lost to stray
without regard for surety

the secure are asked to deny
safety grasped in loneliness
dire peril blessed by the joy
with guarantee of a dying drop

guard against the smooch’s lure
while the event is dreamt about
the lechery of happiness
is bless elation before the shame.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190725.
The poem “Smooch’s Lure” was not written to **** the act of kissing.  The muse took the idea in that direction, and in the end, suggest that kissing is worth the aftermath.
66 · Apr 2019
Dull Regard
poetryaccident Apr 2019
Identity proceeds who I am
the statement declared for all
though that measure is not my own
instead a response by the world
when normality is the base
deviation is exclaimed
with the yell of pure bliss
or dismay filled with hate

these reactions are the same
though one is welcomed more
for the aid implied within
while the other discourages
each is based on a roar
volume above the regular
with a root cause of the shift
assuming detours from the rule

these measures most assume
in the realms of identity
attraction stated as a course
are seen aberrant, outside the curve
even though there is no shift
humanity is still operative
wanting something the rest possess
permission to joyfully exist

nothing more is asked for
this simple want now implored
to live with both joy and pain
each assigned in their due time
without buffering from the crowd
identity bringing on the storm
in their place I seek the sun
to live as one with dull regard.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190407.
The poem “Dull Regard” is a combination of self-awareness and acknowledgment of society’s foibles when it comes to alternative lives.  Regarding the self, I find myself wondering if people exist on the alternative spectrums.  These considerations are peaked by their behavior, dress, or associations.  I then remind myself that it does not matter.  Society pulls the same tricks.  There is much excitement, good and bad, over people being outside the normative.    There is a place for this, as the good can overcome the bad.  I’m not asking myself, or society, to forget about the minority.  Instead, I wonder how it would be if the hoopla didn’t have to occur.
66 · Aug 2019
Incel’s Cult
poetryaccident Aug 2019
Pardon me if I disbelieve
that bumping ugly is still a thing
even though the evidence
states quite the opposite
the fair practices once pursued
enjoyment of the lovely views
are now lost to distant days
spawned from acts that cured malaise

purity is circumscribed
by a god in holy writ
even as adherents longed
for the same as lust implores
indulgence taken in the flesh
look to the testament that came before
there the needs were clearly met
taunting me as consequence

to consider religion’s rules
this slows few with dire decrees
company found without clothes
for the sake of coitus’ charm
a convent would be the home
suited for my dearth of joy
there the belief would support
the nothingness of incel’s cult.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190810.
The poem “Incel’s Cult” is a rambling consideration of the sexless life and the rampant procreation supported by religious beliefs.
65 · Mar 2019
Importance
poetryaccident Mar 2019
If importance was the mark
the measure of a life's worth
I'll submit myself to the purge
elimination of life's scourge
judgment taints this riposte
spun by the self in response

decisions made are exiled
from the health of the mind
what came before is not enough
instead the lack is brought forth
declaring failure in the midst
of contributions gone to waste

the untidy remnants sadly wane
no longer needed by the elite
cast aside when the gods
ascribe their works from above
attempts to fly are then denied
interlopers are not allowed

to intrude without consent
in the realms of the divine
it’s the worth that states a gap
with importance as currency
now I’m the pauper in the end
declining life now bankrupt.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190319.
The poem “Importance” is based on a lingering feeling of not feeling good enough for the world I live in.
65 · Aug 2019
Garish Should Be
poetryaccident Aug 2019
Garish should be the undertone
so say the ones who hold the line
desiring only that mutes explain
the breadth of life beyond the pale

until the souls who dare to dream
demand expression beyond the veil
with vibrancy of color’s swatch
and actions stated to justly shock

these statements exclaimed without regard
for sensibilities in fashion’s realm
instead the giants are thrown down
by admiration of damning jests

extracting praise for substitutes
the flagrant over the sadly tamed
a mystery that gods disdain
while beauty fills the latitudes.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190828.
The poem “Garish Should Be” is a consideration of why people seem to delight at bold statements even as the conservative framework disdains the same.
65 · Jul 2019
Dreamt of Dresses
poetryaccident Jul 2019
I dreamt of dresses hung on racks
arrayed with skirts and separate tops
each with a promise beyond the shelf
expressing dreams flushed from hearts

shedding rainbows in their wake
the color range began with red
a favorite tint to my appraising eye
to be worn in raiment's flight

then there’s violet at the far end
framing all that lays between
denoting fashions that await
presentation on my staid frame

this was the realm behind closed eyes
a fantasy to be awoke
reality would be so bless
if in waking life these are impressed.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190705.
The poem “Dreamt of Dresses” is a poetic expression of an actual dream.
65 · Jun 2019
The Fall
poetryaccident Jun 2019
The fall is tied to the climb
so say the pundits that dissuade
those who strive to move beyond
the safety of the middle ground
not too high and not too low
then the sadness will stay away

happiness and greatest lost
are left to others in disgust
never feeling beyond the fade
just enough to carry on
seems for the best in response
to the troubles outside the door

hiding paths far from sight
temptation gets the best of all
when the need speaks is revealed
for something more than tranquility
shadows kept around the heart
eternal fog that cloaks the tear

keeping others from coming near
lest the troubles return again
this is known with the heart
avoiding hurt to pain's retort
those heights are too much
when describing false delights.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190628.
The poem “The Fall” is about the disheartened soul who has been loved too little and been hurt too much.
65 · Feb 2019
While I Stray
poetryaccident Feb 2019
Society will have its say
nudging with a plan in mind
conjecture based on habit’s bane
away from where I’d like to be
placing options along the way
that range between two extremes
when something else is my choice
as acceptable by my decree

suggestions set as a trap
with no warning clearly seen
this is the start for what’s beyond
nothing more and nothing less
except for those who ask for more
deviate from the plotted course
seeing love for what was meant
the best put forward is still wrong

the mold is set by the gods
with hints applied at time of birth
the whole of earth is their domain
with set choices as consequence
it’s from this place I’ll fly away
with the hints put in place
how I could be if I had stayed
foundation kept while I stray.

2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190223.
The poem “While I Stray” was based on the thought that everyone is loosely molded by society.  It is the individual’s choice how to respond.  I have amazing friends that stand as examples of how to live their own path.  I hope to be an example to others.
64 · Jul 2019
Value Asks
poetryaccident Jul 2019
Value asks for a nod
confirmation of sage desires
when the treasures wait inside
sourced from sense of the divine

disregard the plaintive cries
lest they distract with torpid lies
grace implores sure resolve
guidance sought in the cause

the strongest come from inside
embracing wisdom all possess
voices asking to be heard
erudition for the soul

look to the self for truest bliss
extension of holiness
with encouragement to prevail
all that’s missing is the push.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190717.
The poem “Value Asks” was inspired by a friend’s sharing of Colossians 2:3 that says "in [him] are hidden all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge."
64 · Sep 2019
Dark and Light
poetryaccident Sep 2019
These shadows stack upon themselves
by the glare of the many suns
each an orb the would blind
those who seek to hold the light

the relentless is defied
gloom gathered to reconcile
where the bright dominates
the opposite seeks to relate

phantasms asking for their time
these residents of darker realms
shades inclined to ask their due
after joy has ruled the world

one or another must exist
lest the balance fall aside
asking all to take a side
or walk between dark and light.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190925.
The poem “Dark and Light” was inspired by thoughts about the other side of brilliance.
64 · Oct 2018
Beauty Framed
poetryaccident Oct 2018
Attraction speaks from the heart
sharing space with staid lust
always there even when
partners picked seem the norm

straight and gay define the poles
statements made to impose
rigid rules made by those
with no reference to the more

assumptions made are based on mates
from the duo of allure
disregarding the urgent pleas
from the one that knows themselves

boxes formed to stuff the ones
defying rules of east and west
what lays between still exists
even while some disagree

how you feels is enough
when attraction is then prompted
knowing is met with trust
it’s not changed when the count

beauty framed in many forms
this is true no matter who
is the partner for one day
or the decades that transpire.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180923.
The poem “Beauty Framed” was written to mark Bi Visibility Day.  One of the misconceptions of a person having a bisexual orientation is that they change based on the gender of their current partner.  The bisexual is said to “go straight” or “go gay” depending on their partner’s gender being the apparent  opposite or same.  Additionally, the “honesty” of the bisexual’s orientation is based on the perceived amount of time with a partners of various genders.  These elements contribute to erasure or purposeful invisibility of the self realized status of bisexuality person.  Bisexuals do exist.  They remain bisexuals no matter their relationships. The plea of the bisexual individual is not for the world to approve of their orientation.  This is impossible given the wide range of beliefs based on religion or some other uncompromising belief system.  Instead the bisexual asks for their identity to be acknowledged for its inherent existence.
64 · Jun 2019
Madness Gained
poetryaccident Jun 2019
The chosen seek to elevate
themselves above the tainted crowd
with intent to safely flee
where the narrow trails may finally lead

into realms with thin air
shared by clouds that obscure
the mist hiding mortal souls
from rapport of those below.

this escapes asks a price
denying sanity after a spell
spun by tomes of ancient source
wisdom lost for dogma sought

in the end blindness reigns
only seeing their like kind
even while the eyes discern
fault outside the clan’s four walls.

it’s not enough to recognize
a shared reality with the rest
now the size of buzzing flies
with importance just the same

madness gained for safety gained
summits ask far too much
with the chasm that defies
humanity shared by all kinds.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190606.
The poem “Madness Gained” is about the separation between people when fear-based beliefs are held above love and empathy.
64 · Nov 2018
When In Love
poetryaccident Nov 2018
Does the color matter when in love?
asks the prompt to launch a poem
not in the least I will respond
as comfort found is number one

eschew society no matter what
when their opinions are prejudiced
against a person for nothing more
than pigment layered above the heart

it’s tough enough to find another
echoing passions with due ardor
in a world all too cold
loneliness appears to rule

look to where romance appears
to edge the bet against this chance
by complying to bigotry
is sad folly when answering love.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181110.
The poem “When In Love” is the answer to the prompting question “Does the color matter at all when in love? “
64 · Apr 2019
Make a Note
poetryaccident Apr 2019
Make a note to mark the place
something referenced afterward
when the world has revolved
and still the cause pushes on

add to the stack of lettered screams
so many stating a need for change
yet the pile will surely grow
with additions stacking on

without regard for lunacy
the same repeated once again
please don’t fret if this is so
even angels are laid low

just remind the deaf self
something more may be done
announced by notes from the heart
perhaps one day they’ll be heard.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190405.
The poem “Make a Note” was inspired by a short poem on Tumblr and consideration of my writing about the same topics over and over again.
64 · Jul 2019
Only Blackness
poetryaccident Jul 2019
The darkness holds a special place
for the artist in search of grace
when only blankness is at hand
matching bleakness of the night

the artist lurks as consequence
seeking words to put to page
or notes delivered to inky space
to fulfill the urge to share

the requisite hangs above
an emptiness of the heart
with past works long divorced
from the shadows of the now

cloak of dusk becomes the muse
gloom declaring what lays beyond
with a voice no longer mute
creations birthed at long last.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190723.
The poem “Only Blackness” was inspired by a friend’s method of writing music in a darkened room.
63 · Jun 2019
Manage Surety
poetryaccident Jun 2019
If I could manage surety
arrange the world against my dreams
the path now taken would be ignored
for safer climes on rosy shores
the inner compass did not agree
with directions of harmony

those decrees that stated goals
considered normal for the all
agreement is the Holy Grail
when signing on the bottom line
adherence granted to confirm
the confidence to belong

in return the way is shown
keeping all safe from harm
a guarantee to show the way
happiness behind the veil
security in stolid chains
a certitude I can’t concede

even if the final price
condemns a soul in aftermath
freedom asks for no less
faith is found in the self
surety now left behind
instead the dreams become my life.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190616.
The poem “Manage Surety” is a consideration of why a person would step away from the assurances of normality.  Spoiler: nobody would put themselves in harm’s way for funsies.
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