Best Carelessness Poems
Here I lie in bed again,
Awaiting my next meal.
A worker enters in my room,
As if it's no big deal.
What ever happened to courtesy? Just a little knock.
Do you think I'm just a vegetable, Laying here like a rock?
What ever happened to manners? I haven't got a clue.
BUT KEEP IN MIND AND DON'T FORGET, THAT I'M A PERSON TOO.
I know I can not talk,
Or even joke around.
But I'm well aware of everything, and also every sound.
If you have another worker help, change me during rounds.
Please don't talk about me, as if I'm not around.
Treat me with respect,
the same I'd give to you.
KEEP IN MIND AND DON'T FORGET, THAT I'M A PERSON TOO.
My bones are stiff and achy,
I hear you say I'm contracted.
My belly hurts, I haven't pooped,
I hope I'm not impacted.
I'm sorry I may dribble,
and at times I even stare.
It's not easy being old,
aging isn't fair.
These are the cards God dealt me,
There's nothing I can do.
JUST KEEP IN MIND AND DON'T FORGET, THAT I'M A PERSON TOO.
I used to be a lively one,
just like your pretty self.
I traveled, married, and worked long hours until I lost my health.
I press my light to see a face,
Or just for company.
For someone just to look inside, and realize that I'm ME.
You walked past my light,
what am I to do?
PLEASE REMEMBER I'M A PERSON TOO.
I'm sorry that I messed the bed,
I feel like such a baby.
I'm so embarrassed, and ashamed,
that I'm doing this at eighty.
I'm sorry I couldn't hold it,
I didn't know what to do.
KEEP IN MIND AND DON'T FORGET, THAT I'M A PERSON TOO.
I wish that I was able,
to communicate some way.
So finally I'd get the chance,
to say what I want to say.
I hear you talk with other patients, so please don't walk away.
If everyone showed a little compassion,
I wouldn't feel this way.
So here I am, no family left, as loneliness weighs heavy on my chest.
I may be sad, I may be blue.
PLEASE REMEMBER I'M A PERSON TOO.
Next time my light is on,
come and see if I'm OK.
I'm a retired nurse of thirty years, and would love to hear about your day.
The animals wailed to the almighty king of the jungle,
"We broke our slumber and found ourselves in flames of raging fire
Thee save my fawn from the danger,
Caused by the foolish sapiens".
The lord of the jungle leapt into the blazing fire
Hither and thither in search of the fawn,
Could not find it and got underneath the tree,
Wrenched in flames of the fire, with bruises all over.
The furies soon took over the soul of the mighty
And Hades rewarded Elysium to the dead
Said, "Oh mankind, what you did!"
A small pile of bone dry leaves lay
nestled, protected between two roots
It was a sorchingly hot sunny day
all the trees desperately needed rain
The land that had been without water
for so long was parched, all around
saplings drooping, dying for its lack
dust freely blowing, coating everything
The couple strolling, locked together
arm in arm, paused to admire the view
then settled on a fallen log, huddled
as they smoked, chatted and then kissed
The man pulled her up into his arms
carrying her futher down the path
thoughtlessly chucking his lit cigarette
which landed on the small pile of leaves
Slowly the pile started to smoulder
wisps of smoke curling up in the air
a gentle breeze playfully fans them
small flames start to lick and spread
It hungrily consumes the plenteous fuel
first one tree then yet another it lights
soon the woods are blazing with its fury
it leaps from tree to tree, rapidly spreading
Catching the couple by surprise it devours them
and passes on, fiercely burning all in its path
by now firemen are fighting the advancing flames
struggling to douse it or bring it into control
Not succeeding, it has too firm a grip
raging it grows ever more gigantic
acres left scorched in its wake
carcasses litter the blacken land
All seems to be totally lost, when
caring mother nature takes a hand
the wind swivels round creating a retreat
and so, slowly the fire dies of starvation
A complete stranger
beside me on the metro-
was talking over phone
She forgot to take her bag,
The metro already passed that stop.
in carelessness sometimes beauty is there
carefulness sometimes remains bare
having personalty if good one does
who sees smiles without any grudge
A liar
He knows the truth
But he never speaks the truth
Recently a lot of politicians
Tend to become liars
Just for canvassing and power
The point is that
They got a lot of supporters
People are willing to listen to them
Just for a better tomorrow
To satisfy greeds
Because of ignorance
Carelessness
Poverty
And helplessness
A liar only success
When there are listeners
Unlike you never listen to God
Because there is no immediate manifestation and evidence
Lies of politicians can come true with
Scandals, curses and evils
A liar has an evil heart
And so the supporters with greeds
The most awesome evil
I splash my ideas onto a canvas of creation.
Creativity seems to run off of the painting
as I try to rush perfection.
I feel the stress of procrastination
placing its weight on my chest.
Drops of craftsmanship fall from the edges,
being destroyed by the harsh impact with the ground.
Stress turns to regret as time
escapes me more and more.
Pressures of failure squeeze my head
and puncture my thoughts.
I cannot handle the weight anymore.
Stress crushes the easel of my mind,
causing it to collapse.
The contents of my brain burst
from the severity of the fall.
Everything has failed.
I have failed.
My mind has failed.
I try to scoop what I can save back
into my skull but,
it all seeps back out through the cracks.
I watch as all I have worked for drains
out of my head into the mouths of
stress and pressure.
I run my fingers across my scalp and
feel the cracks close up,
leaving my abilities to die.
I stop feeling the cracks.
My fingers slip in between chunks of my hair
and cling to it.
I widen my eyes as I attempt to pull
my hair out my head.
Pain shoots throughout my body,
stinging my retinas and burning my head.
I stop feeling the cracks
because all I can feel is the pain.
I want to give up.
Give up on creation.
Give up on trying.
Give up on pulling my hair.
But all I can feel is the pain stinging,
burning, and laughing at me.
I watch as I float away from my mind.
I watch it get consumed by monsters.
I stop pulling my hair and
fall back to my mind.
Pain still boils my heart as I
watch my mind get consumed.
Tears attempt to sooth my pain but
dry up short of the source.
I reach for the tears but only get failure.
I reach again.
Failure.
I reach again.
Nothing.
My tears soon turn into sadness as
failure accompanies my procrastination.
I want to kill failure but
it’s too strong.
I kick at it.
It breaks my legs.
I swing at it.
It bites off my fingers.
I feed it conventions.
It vomits them all over what I have left.
I give up and scream for mercy.
Failure laughs.
Stress pulls my hair.
Pressure breaks my bones.
I try and try and try but failure
eats my soul.
Sometimes we pay double extra
During inflation
Price rise in cooking oil
It has been a long time
We're eating waste oil
Increment in electric bills
Already suffering from
An extreme hot day
Price rise in cars
MCO lingers
We're unable to change cars
Price rise in household electrical appliances
Have to buy an expensive
All-purpose cooker
Price rise in worshipping supplies
Have to ask for God's forgiveness
Rise in bus fare
Pity the children
Free education but burdened transport fare
Price rise in chicken eggs
Have to use less tasty duck's eggs
Price rise in farm fresh drinks
All along no confidence
Price rise in beers
Not all the people's favourite
Price rise in sugar
Saccharin is already widely used
Price rise in bread and mee
Have to change to
Less tasty rice buns and meehoon
Besides inflation and tax increase
We do pay double extra
For people's carelessness
Ignorance
And greeds
All finally will result in
An eternal suffering
I found fate
During my journey on earth
I'm anxious to find the secrets
I feel grateful when
I found love, happiness and fortune
I feel loss when
I found sadness, mishaps and sickness
Sure, I'm to pay
For my own faults
Or carelessness
But l remember many saints and messengers
Died for mankind's
Cruelty and greediness
I regret and I repent
How about you
Man, please stop all those
Evils
For the sake of mankind
And yourselves
The old lonely basket weaver
Keep weaving in a moody silence
Great soul always suffers silence
One eyed after an accident
Do a living by weaving baskets
Children are awed into silence too
Weaving baskets
The bamboo pieces
Criss crossing
No carelessness or else fingers hurt
Only hard work, pains, tiredness and sorrows
Being criss crossed tight and firm
No one can help and disturb
Silence speaks the loudest voice
No whispers
I hope God will help him
In his solemn silent world
Every tourist shares a trait;
they're walking, talking, f*cking bait
Who fog up our Earth's finest places
With fat wallets and fat f*cking faces
If you live in a City or by the sea
I'm sure you'll likely, mostly agree;
These scavengers of our landscape may pay cash
but leave in their wake a disgraceful dash
I admire their carelessness;
why should I have any?
The crimes of the few are the crimes of the many
I think I'll be a tourist
And maybe we'll see…
I'll be ‘that c*nt from another country’