Best Careless Poems
I slept
full of hope and dreams
I awoke
empty and forgotten
Careless as I was back then
Morning sounds
swirling in my ears
Pointless thoughts
filling my head
"She can."
but will she ever again
"She is."
though no longer for me
I stood
alone and stiff
I walked
slow and without purpose
Careless as I was back then
The smell of spring
mingled with sunshine
as the touch of day
warmed me no more
"I was."
but I threw it all away
"I did."
though I do not know why
I hoped
for a day without me
I cried
where no one could see
Careless as I was back then
Was this longing
joyless and caretaking
awaiting its chance
to bring me home again
Or was I lost
forever here like a wounded angel
Despaired and angry
the evening came again
Without warning
Without love
Without consumption
Without her
"In her arms,"
I wondered as the sun slipped away
"would I feel whole again?"
my hurt had wasted another day
I laid down
empty and forgotten
I slept
full of hope and dreams
Careless as I was back then
I have Dreams
I have Goals
I have a Life
I have a Cause
I am Here for a Reason
I fear my life will be taken away
By a careless man
I fear I'll become part of the 97% too soon
I fear I might die with my legs open and a gun to my head
I fear I might die from the loud echoing sound of a bullet
From the gun in the Careless Man's Hand
I fear my innocence will be stolen from me
I fear that if I don't die from this I'll have a lifetime of Trauma
But it's time to realize
That you're much stronger than you think
You're Growing
You're Glowing
You're greenest of leaves on that same Tree
Your Ancestors Planted
But still you fear...
I want Prosperity, I want to grow
I want to Breathe, I want to Glow
Because I haven't been touched
I think Justice has been served
Because I haven't been touched
I don't understand their Pain
And still you fear
This will all end in vain
But only if you knew
Those who don't get punished in this life
Will in the next
She longs to find a Place
In which she can finally breathe
Even if she roams around naked
She won't be hurt
She won't fear
That her life will be taken away by
The Careless Man
~ Fiyameta
People tell rumours
Because they have bad motives
They're jealous
They snatch from others
They're greedy
They're overbearing
They're mischievous
But I tell only because I'm careless
I'm simple, straight forward
I believe my senses
I believe what I see
And so people pretend to be friendly
I believe what I listen
And so people say sweet words
I tell my feelings
And so people make plans
I'm educated
I see only evidence
A chance event
Can make a long long story sometimes
I believe my wisdom
I make my own judgement
And try to convince others sometimes
When one day I found that
I can't understand why my lover leave me
He didn't see my hard works anymore
He didn't listen to my feelings and love anymore
He didn't apologize with his sweet words anymore
He didn't smile with his sweet appearance anymore
Just like
I didn't see his heart at the very beginning
I believed my own rumours
Which my eyes and ears cheated my heart
Oh my god
Now it's too late
And he said unto them, If ye had not plowed with my heifer, ye had not found out my riddle.Judges 14:18b
They plowed with the heifer,
A stranger of a day,
assigned from the pit,
to bring a Samson down.
She feigned false affiance,
with a mission so deliberate,
trans-versing vast territories,
to cage a man by Lust.
the disguise of a demon,
derailed a man on mission,
suspending the vision.
The bargain was too costly,
her comrade the philistines,
pretentious while purloining,
hides in ambuscades,
dictating schemes to kill.
The captives now entrapped,
They kept their walled territories,
inflamed the loose Cyprian,
for fleshy lust and greed.
Are you the man on a mission?
Oh! be not complacent.
The flappers surrounds you still.
Keep this emblem on your chest,
Delilah is not a friend.
Dangling on a string in his underwear
Looking ridiculous and without flair
Tempting fate on a simple silly dare
Without a hint of worry or a care
Blissfully too ignorant to beware
Lest he falls flat on his fat derriere
Can he be so dumb blindly unaware
So quickly thrills can mutate to a scare
Giggles quick to vanish into thin air
An evening of fun can turn to nightmare
I swear he hasn't got in hell a prayer
Someday somehow somewhere I do declare
I’ll throw up my arms in total despair
He's a lost cause of blatant laissez-faire
Can you believe our friend's a millionaire
Don't you agree that life is so unfair
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on January 10, 2019
CARELESS
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Possess my eyes to see
But nothing draws attention
Possess my ears to hear
But in them enters no sound
Possess my mind to think
But in it rests no thought
Possess my mouth to speak
But muteness mounds my voice
Possess my hands to give
But high they hover the air
Possess two shoulders for rest
But on them drops no tear
Possess two legs and feet
But from them springs no motion
Possess a heart which beats
As the bounce of a drum
My only missing part
Is the piece which cares
~Poetra Jah~
Blake found a webpage on the internet
Smiling at wife, "this will be fun, I bet"
Wife grudgingly came along
Blake sang a fun little song
“How much trouble can we really get?”
“It will be grand…we can make our own wine”
“And honey”, Blake said, “It is about time”
So to the vineyard they went
And too much money they spent
Broke but hopeful, drove home feeling sublime
The grapes poured out, his aspirations soared
Website steps printed out, oh was he floored
He stomped and stomped…yet instead
Slipped in the tub…cracked his head
After his service, the vile wine was poured
Cavalier, mischievous am I
who, with my rebellious bent
flaunt my freedom, yes, I despise
the status quo, with a great
distaste for the all the rules.
To keep the letter of the law
is oh so boring, oh so dull.
It stifles creativity and expression
what use is it, say I?
My careless ways have seemed
to catch up with me, of late.
What a haphazard life I lead!
So many of life's decisions
turn out to be mistakes
tossed and turned about
by my myopic eye.
I must admit, things have not
gone so well, I stumble and I fall.
This monster of wanting
my own way has gotten
out of hand, I say.
To where shall I go to
turn the tide, make a break
fling off this crucible of pride?
I fall down on my knees
and repent, my sins spill out
before the throne of God
I'm spent.
Sweet comfort, for He forgives
He picks me up, helps me to live
the way that I was meant to be
for Him, not only just for me.
Written on 9/25/3015
When it's my time to go
Could you hold me till I'm gone
When it's my time to go
Could you forget what I've done wrong
When it's my time to go
And my eyes forever close
Don't you cry for me
I don't need the sympathy
But when the time is here
And I'm down to my last breath
I'll have a few more words
Let me get this off my chest
Please just leave me
Now leave me all alone
You couldn't help when I struggled
Or even when I had no home
I Don't need your Love right now
When it's my time to go
Now you decide to shed some tears
But my eyes have already closed.
I opened the top drawer of my mind
and carelessly took out some words.
I threw them about with little thought
of where or on whom they might land.
Many bounced when they hit becoming scattered and lost;
Some stuck like burrs holding fast where they fell;
A few jabbed like barbs causing prickling and itching;
One flew straight as an arrow into the heart of a friend.
But I was amused at myself and filled with conceit,
there in the midst of an admiring crowd.
Caught up in the wonder and pride of it all
I gave no thought to the missiles I'd fired.
But wait, the crowd grew quiet, and
suddenly I knew something was wrong!
They were all looking at me with disbelief and fear;
then the circle parted and I gazed on a terrible scene.
My words had become visible, each ugly one of them,
glinting and mocking me everywhere I looked.
I ran from the crowd, from their jeering delight
thinking only one thing, disappear, disappear.
It was then I saw my friend.
Fighting for breath and losing the fight;
impaled and dying on my careless word.
I cried, "Oh my dear God. Please, what have I done!"
And I ran to my friend saying, "please, please hold on."
Then I opened the bottom drawer of my mind
and carefully, so carefully took out some words.
I carried them to my friend and gently held them out
hoping, praying that they would be enough.
My friend lived that day, no thanks to me,
and forgave me for my awful deed.
But oh what I'd give if I could recall
that word and the pain that it brought.
To you who, like I, have been careless in your talk,
take care what you say, set a watch on your tongue.
Else you too some day will see effects you never meant
from words you can't get back, ever.
Submitted 5 Sept 16
SCENES OF A CARELESS BOYHOOD
The sound of water,escaping dams
willows,old rotten planks,slimy
posts,brickwork,old timber props
wet ditches,sedges and silvery nets
towpaths without gates,horses that
tow barges collared with crimson fringe.
Wheat and thatched cottages and cornstacks
grasses in flower,bogrush bulrush and
teazle,so tall.Bindweed,wild carrot,
hemlock in bloom,cow parsley,plantain
bramble in June.
Poppy,thistle mallow
and hop.Purple heath,hills and swift
running streams,true clear freah and
brisk as champagne about to pop.
phrasis form ( From Constable letters to Rev John Fisher)
*A Phrasis is a structured verse where the poet uses selected prose phrases of another writer’s(not a poet) to compile unique poetry therefrom as a tribute thereto,the word phrasis is Greek for phrase.
Listen to me read this phrasis of mine on youtube under the name ichthys
For years your soul's been weeping
Wondering lands so cold and and dark
searching for the pieces
Of an angels broken heart
Two careless words were spoken
Which tore your life apart
So running to your mother
To beg that it's not true
Five crying words from trembled lips
Do I belong to you
The world turned black
The sky fell in
For a girl so soft and meek
As she saw the first tear
Fall on her mothers cheek
I'm nervous and careless, I'm sad and mad.
It'll be what it will be.
Because it is what it is.
Nervous and careless, sad and mad.
My belly tight, it hurts real bad.
My heart beats fast, i feel it in my hand.
The loss in my eyes, like a deer in headlights.
It makes me ill and filled with fright.
This world closing in with unexpected winds,
Twirls and swirls me around, until I the hit ground.
When it's all over is when I'll begin.
There and then i will finally be found.
For now in my present in anxious torture.
I'm nervous about this and careless for that.
I'm sad from the past and mad for the future.
I will face without choice my mistakes.
The storm I won't be able to escape.
It'll be what it will be
And I'll do what i have to do.
But I'm nervous and careless, I'm sad and mad.
Why do I do see all the deeds done bad.
This day the morning has not spoken
Cradled in earthly arms life remains still,
The great peace the east promised broken
After the raging fire an ice age chill,
The sky a blanket of radiation
Beyond logic a universal kill.
God looks down upon his creation,
History briefs many warnings of war
While a search in vain for mediation,
No one left to pray pass on cultural lore
This the perfect place for evolution
Yet there were idiots that knew the score.
God moves on this world without solution
Rampant intelligence a gift no more
Only species with no agenda no pollution
Will inherit the new era and spore.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
By the flowing stream,
she recites poetry to him-
He could not care less.