Best Beside The Point Poems
As this piece is being typed, I'm only fifteen,
Though come the twelfth of April I will soon be 16
Then somehow the next thing I know I will be 60
Double that, and I know with certainty that I will be no longer exsisting!!
But that's beside the point, it doesn't even matter, besides
All that really matters is whether you've lived a happy life
And as long as I can look back, and know that my life was a happy time
I wouldn't mind it in the slightest if I had to die tonight!!
Time is a complicated concept. Truth and opinion throw me off. Some songs just have a way where they just completely embody my entire being and hold me in a hug till the end. I don't understand how any of this works and every time I try to wrap my mind around it I feel a lightness taking over. It's like I am made to let this unknown force take over for a minute. It's like some other worldly being has allowed my brain a rest. As time passes I sit and look at the air as if something is there looking back. I hear it in my head on occasion, a small response to my ever present questions. Why am I alive? Why is anyone alive? What is going on? But just as I question what is going on, a minute or so has passed, and it's no longer what is going on but what was going on. So long this has puzzled me that I've near given up on searching for a solution and now I embrace it willingly. When I feel it coming in I set my eyes in a place where one would not think anything of it. Instead of at a wall, I look towards an open book in my palms or out the window rather than at a face. I breathe deeply making sure every single cell in my body has enough oxygen to keep going. Sometimes I remind myself that I am not a single person but millions and millions of cells and because matter cannot be created or destroyed, I was always here and even after I die, I will still be here. Maybe in another form but that’s beside the point. If cells make up my entire being but none of them have autonomy or personality, how do I?
I've realized we will never truly die.
No twilight concerto to sway not yet
as zigzag street lights pound upon
heavy fog clutching iced flakes on rooftops
like hushed matte from night's gale
pouring bitter ovules to a past in need of relief.
While in her vein is a constant downpour
of Bach's untenable requiem
as hands pound on ivory keys,
immersing in the fever of the moment
until fingers carve a solemn journey
into wiry trails of insolent rain.
How she summons the goddess of morn
to cure thistles of wait and pang,
sifting each beat, each note without interludes
until this child- woman shifts her face against breezes,
tasting madness rawness on lapping winds…
In disheveled lingering she cuddles
unspoken words, her own song
on panels of cut-glass-------with acceptance
the world could still breathe despite a torment:
just then...in a twirl of air's cadence
the night shuts off.
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1/18/2016
Jamie Pan's How Long Can A Poetry Go
This poetic attempt is a cross between existential expression
and stream of consciousness technique. The former highlights
contemporary man's response to anguish, isolation,uncertainty
of life in the midst of change.Thus, this poet explores
the outpouring born from inner annihilation-- being
absent from the self- YET allowing space to exhale for a new
awareness to surface.
Dovetailing this language of despair to the stream-of consciousness
technique allows the spontaneous, raw float of thoughts without
the pleasure of edit, like journaling and ' writing down the bones.'
I feel that literary devices ( from metaphors, enjambment to alliteration)
come into play , well, quite instinctively.
In my creative writing class as a college professor, I ask my students
to write with their less dominant hand to discover the 'heart of the matter.'
Then again, that's beside the point. This author will leave this piece to assault your senses, and then, softly break all defenses. Thanks!
A date with my Hubby is an amazing and a most wondrous thing…
It starts with the McDonald’s Dollar menu and then we grab and run, I say!
Then we’re off to the local Laundromat where the movie begins the fun.
Watching the wash, rinse, and spin cycle, keeps us glued all afternoon, to the fun!
And how do they insert those commercials, anyway, when the cycles change?
But this is all beside the point… on this: our Meal, Movie, and an illustrious Date.
And NO! He’s not a cheap skate… as by now you might have been about to think…
He’s helping me do my chores, and is beside me, all the way, making it rather fun!
How you ask, can this be fun? It’s in the time: we spend, while away, and what’s begun…
You see, I’ve a pen and paper, to write down funny poem ideas, that will come, what may!
What! You thought I made them all up… in front of my computer… and all alone each day?
Really folks, I’m not that good, so as to keep making all them up… When I’m all alone!
I call this my little café spree, which was tailored just for me… They are so very riveting!
As I try to simply, write down everything…I bounce off of him, and he does bounce off me…
Laughter fills the air, and smiles creep in, don’t you see? And I bet you just can’t wait, my friends!
To see what we’ll do next… In a meal, a movie, and a Date… On our café sprees!
Carol Eastman and Hubby 1-29-2014 For Contest: Cafe Musings
I told myself I wouldn’t stress.
But it’s eight p.m. and I’m a mess
I really wanted to be profound
But I couldn’t decide what to write about
Something metaphorical? That’d require me to think
Insanity? I’m on the brink
I can assure you I had this completely thought out
I was just too lazy to write it down
It was actually kind of beautiful before
Something about bonfires and melting s’mores
And the possibility of romance galore
But that’s beside the point.
Maybe it was something about the sky
The way the sunsets catch your eye
Perhaps it was about how time darts by,
But that’s beside the point.
And I liked the idea of madmen
To describe how society has been
To that, I’d say amen
But that’s beside the point.
Then there’s the people I truly love
I could say they were sent from Heaven above
At least the majority of them, sort of
But that’s beside the point.
And here’s to the idea of music
And the sound of good acoustics
And the lyrics that shoot me like cupid
But that’s beside the point.
Perhaps it was about Marvel
To Captain America I am partial
His eyes, they really sparkle,
But that’s beside the point.
Then my childhood seemed pretty promising
My duck stories are quite astonishing
But these events are only offering
Something that’s beside the point.
And here comes the hard part,
The part that actually is an art,
Something that’s supposed to come from the heart,
But I don’t think it’s gonna work out.
I should probably establish the point of this
Which will more than likely be a miss
But this is something we can just dismiss,
That’s beside the point.
And ideally, at the end of the day,
I think it’s quite safe to say
I have completed my task,
And I’ve have taken my crown,
This indeed has been a tribute
To the poem I forgot to write down.
Tom, How is the truth of reality known? then again how real is your view.?
Can you see the himalayas from your bedroom window for instance? jane, well on a computer window; yes that is so.'
So.. But that is just a representation of 'reality' ( surely ) indeed..
Jane, no not 'indeed' I have not done anything yet.'yet that is part of 'reality' such discourse'.. I have not done much.. So does that mean I am not real.?
Jane, in-deed the very air does more to prove its existence than 'I', it is quite
Invisible yet no one doubt's its 'reality' Tom, yet there is no air on Mars.?
Tom, so is that the reason people can't get any oxygen in the U K.?
Jane,no that's the reality for one; in the U K 2017, they are encouraging older people to die, that's why you.. Well some people won't be given it anyway..
So that's reality.! Tom I don't think much of that.' Jane, That's beside the point..'
Tom,what point.? Jane,the point of my finger.' Tom but that's rounded.. Well anyway I would like to express my displeasure with the way reality is accepted.' Jane, and how can you do that.? Tom, I can discuss it with people..)
Jane, but would they wan't to talk about it with you? what makes you so sure?
Tom, well you are talking to me on it, so I would guess there's a real' chance'
Jane, you will have to get your evidence together.' Tom yes I am considering.'
Jane, how are going to present your case.? Tom well I shall open it for starters.
Tom, I have it with me by the way..' Jane can I have a peek, Tom, a himalayan one? L O L)) Jane No silly; Oh a look then.' Tom ok I'll just go get it...'
Tom, right here it is, as a matter of fact you can open it while I get a coffe. Jane, good; Snick-snick..But it..Its (empty) Tom returning, you know Jane
That's the best case of all for reality, cause; after all it has nothing to prove..'
a total news blackout
but anyone would be the same
the public never knew of it
did it matter?
they were doomed
from the start
my mate didn't care
about the FA Cup last week
the germans don't
care about the percieved
or actually non-existent
football rivalry with England
sweep the battle losses
under the steamer rug
if you win a tin cup
you'll refer to with pride
it took me a day and a
half to get over Nelson's
death
(stick the kettle on)
but that's when it came to life
Villeneuve an outstanding
time bomb
THE ENEMY IS AT SEA!
Trafalgar
like all historical events
momentous and noteworthy
immaterial and beside the point
Oh moon!
in night you stroll
amidst stars,
a silhouette a day,
why?
Oh moon!
to eulogize, an exemplar!
in night, a guide!
albeit this honour,
a form a day!
why?
night, if you’ve gone astray,
no joy for us,
oh moon!
form, beside the point,
come unfailingly,
to entertain us!
come lastingly.
No milk for babies
I have lost track of who is fighting whom in the overlapping endless wars
in the middle- east, but that is beside the point today.
I was standing in supermarket`s till a woman in front of me had bought
a litre of milk and now she looking for loose change.
I was amazed she looked like human dairy; she could bottle her milk
in small flasks and sell it to health freaks.
In the vastness of her bag movements, it was her husband Carlos smelling
Like the inside of a purse
I always like to take him along when shopping and know where he is and,
He has got the car keys.
The Americans have been bombing again making sure there is no milk for babies
because they want to build that pipe gas line across Afghanistan and the Taliban
or is it the Pashtuns are saying no, from my home I see for me a giant in uniform
with a belt full of bombs bestriding the world.
where does love come from?
where does love stop?
i've met too many that speak of its nonexistence
i know far too many sadists,
masochists, pessimists, nihilists
and i had to shake them all off
on my long-winded ride to the top (of what?)
i'm not known in distant lands
i'm not praised in foreign valleys
i've got a few close friends
and not much else beside the point
i'm not going into new discoveries
i'm not emerging from them
what life is left to live
if you're simply too much for yourself to handle?
hello, goodbye
so sorry, i'm not anything really special
i'm just another joe
with neurotic dreams of grandeur
oh wait, but now the dreams have become nightmares
ones i can no longer write home about
they might throw me in the looney bin
and study the kind of state i'm in
wouldn't i love that
but hey, i'm not crazy
and maybe that's the problem
i'm way too sane for my own damn good
i'm way too f---in' grounded in what values and ideas
were always set
chaos is the way of the world
and i'm trying to make sense of it
just like all the others
who study open-ended mysteries
to finally arrive at nothing
that surely beautiful something
that everything leads back to nothing
i can't think straight
no, i think so straight
i just can't think anymore
The Same
By:Sami LaRose
9/17/12
As they walk down the aisle cheerfully holding hand and hand I can say I am a part of the cause
No longer do they have to drive so far to legally express their feelings
They are everywhere you go
In school, at the bus stop, in forever 21
No matter where you are we are all just people
The people who hate are led by blindness and un educated it is the 21st century don’t you see
But that should be beside the point, love is love, pride is pride, and it should be legally okay for a guy to marry a guy
No little kid should feel ashamed to tell the world he has two daddy’s, or two mommy’s, we are all here equally humans just living among humans naturally
In the city, they have their day
Pride is where it Is at
People come out wearing all sorts of rainbows and even sometimes funny hats
Support a cause, more like support human rights;
We will not go down without a fight
Love and Love
And all humans should have equal rights
That is why we all have joined the fight
Prior To Commencing Poem, I Dreamt Contretemps Escalating fusillade...
Galvanized hotheaded idealists (jaded
locals - kindled moderates) nursed
oppressive proletarian quavering riot
spearheading triumphant utopian voice...
whether contrived right here and now,
or purportedly fragmented remnant
occuring during REM sleep
beside the point, asper conjuring atypical
bent arising within mindscape,
sans garden variety *****sapien.
he laments instantaneously forgetting
intricate webbed tapestry comprising
unconscious manifestations nearly every time
reluctantly opening eyes,
whereat realistic landscape within noggin
vanishes without any trace
try as I might to induce recall
asper impressive world within
hydroelectric powered illusory windmills,
despite non cacophonous disruption
i.e. natural awakening processes,
yet for the life of me
after effect bruited
within entire body electric,
hence envisions some contrivance
mebbe mental construct
prior to awakening
to captcha essential details.
Ah...mother lode of ore ridge and hill
elusive material could perhaps yield
adequate money order to pay one bill
alleviating penurious state, so I can chill
without succumbing L'chaim going downhill
fast, especially since monthly social security
taken in toto with more'n
one bitter medication prescription pill
(father's little helper) eases panic/anxiety attacks
plaguing yours truly since...reciting
storybook rhyme 'bout Jack and Jill
argh, how an overdose quite tempting
escaping once and for all where little doth fulfill
me, cuz thankfully individual choice of freewill,
not banned by pro life fanatics,
imagining to wrest free millstone
formerly revolutionary war gristmill
sitting idle (billy me) bidding one final goodwill
to deux daring daughters,
ditto same number twisted sisters mentally ill
papa and bro respectively
understandably justifiably, emotionally deserted
detached baby boomer whole existence a standstill
overly cautious livingsocial,
what...repeating mundanity till...
death, a tragi/comic relief.
Just forget it all!
Forget about what
has been said or
written or been done!
Even forget what
up to now dimly
you may still have
recalled as you felt
being entertained
one way or the other!
Dispose of it and
send it to the bin
for waste and trash,
the black hole of oblivion
that being wide and
bottomless is sucking in
whatever does not count
as being not worthwhile
to be remembered!
And so its qualities
may be neglected or
they are not even seen,
as to you it seems to
be beside the point to
go out of your way to
care !
you know I had my tought bout you at 1st
listening to people about what I should do
but im starting to see the same people that telling what I should do is not happy themself
but that beside the point
as time went on i grew to caring for you and now im falling in love with you
Its a scary feeling because i know how it feel to love and get hurt
but im giving my self a chance to love again
to love a boy who turn into a man over time
to love someone who never had feeling close to mines
to love someone who dont know the difference of loving me and being in love with me or who just lust for me
but i know that the reason we have time and patient
because that what it going to take for me to show you the difference
im not going to say i thing but i know you are worth it
because everything happen for a reason
and I know we are going to get though these rainy days
I am so glad I found you and starting to fall in love with you
I just wanted to tell you sorry one more time.
So I'm sorry for the lie and I'm sorry for hurting
you. And I'm also sorry for all the pain I put
you through.
I know you've been through a lot. And trust
me I have experienced some of it to. The
pain really does hurt and it's nothing that I
would choose to ever go through.
I know it's not easy and I know it's not fair.
But trust me it happens because I've been
there. And it wasn't easy or fair.
But that's beside the point. You have
a choice to either forgive me or not.
And that is a choice you will have
to make on your own though even
though I know you've been through
a lot.
So I really hope you accept this apology.
And give this one a thought. Because
it was really hard for me to tell you
this and maybe not as hard as the
first time. But it did take some
time and it also took a lot.
So all I'm asking is to please give this
a thought.