Best Futile Poems
clocks racing madly
to capture transient time
ever escaping
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Premiere Contest: Son of a Senryu
Sponsor: Brahn Bailey
Judged:09/13/2018
~1st Place~
Contest: Get Your Senryu On
Sponsor: Judy Konos
Judged: 04/111/2015
When next you sit
And contemplate
The emptiness
Of your life,
Perhaps you'll muse
Past old mistakes,
Old Lovers,
And their lies.
Too many moments
Slip silently away
Longing for the past;
And moments mount
Against the day
To win the war at last.
With your lifetime spent
And no reserve,
Where will your last
Days find you:
Contemplating the pain ahead
Or lost in the pain behind you?
Stop for a quivering moment
And breathe deeply of the Peace,
Release the pain, accept the gain
And rejoice in its release.
I watch you from afar
Smiling at your friends
As they envelop you in warmth
While I stand in the frosty mist
You are the sun
I am the earth
Basking in your light
Never to touch you
If I could only reach you
The sweetest dream life would be
And never would I let go
But the dream never comes
A wall divides us
Built with stones of insecurity
Each time I get closer
Fear pulls me back
Your heart is also afraid
I wish to comfort it
To give you strength, life, love
To light your way
Your eyes turn to me
My mind races
You speak to me
My heart skips a beat
Muscles turn to stone
Mind turns to cloud
I mutter something back
We return to our futile dance
Closed eyes cannot hide you
Every minute reminds me of you
Never shall I know your heart
As I fear it has no room for mine
In my quest after happiness
I strayed looking it here and there
It remained elusive, often out of reach
As the pot of gold at the tip of a rainbow,
I looked to the skies seeking it
I looked around to trace it
I rummaged every heap to find it
I dived into every crevice to trap it
Now realize, I have looked through
Everything, but not in me!
Placed First
A Brian Strand 1092 Poetry Contest
futile resistance
naturally one combined
two souls intertwined
(April 21, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
striving for riches
is like trying to
grab hold of
the wind
He wanted to teach you something today
But you resisted his every effort.
You said school is boring, you hate it.
Minds engrossed in useless trivia,
Cold comfort in a job-hungry world
Echoing thoughts of seventies songs,
We don’t need no education.
He wanted to teach you something today,
To help you to grow, understand and improve.
Your rebellious refusal condemns you,
Another brick in the wall of ignorance.
In frustration, he took back his gift
Unopened. Resistance is futile.
Even the Great pyramids,
magnificent structures of wonder
are overshadowed by
the majesty of mountains;
crowned in golden sun.
Halos glisten white.
Spoiled tower of babble.
The long and winding road;
travelers delight to follow;
a pitiful mimic of
the mighty river,
cutting, free, it's own path
with unbridled sinew;
recycled and recharged in the sea.
Enormous jets of sonic speed,
performing stunning sky art.
It's technology dwarfed by
simplicity of aerial agility.
The hovering hummingbird
darts away as the
spiraling bumble bee lands.
Destruction of nuclear bombs;
pluming mushroom clouds,
snuffed out by
gigantic hurling asteroid.
Earth knocked off it's axis
with a single blow.
Lights out.
Robots in the image of man
performs tasks, uses logic.
Only a cold reflection of humanity.
No joy, love or sorrow.
No tears or laughter.
Our most futile attempt at playing God....
No soul.
"Futile Fragments" ( A collaboration~ Linda-Marie P.S. sweetheart )
by~ LINDA MARIE *p.s. SWEETHEART
shattered to inner core emotions reside in vogue
as tattered tapestry etches death to vibrant vase
egotistical desires ejected common sense to rogue
fine ... adieu ... departure in the misty vague haze ...
fragmented fragile pieces exploded with destruction
simulation created to ebony volcanic ash
love vacated unceremoniously scans of interruption
emotions sustain tremors of immature backlash ...
enchanting charms reflecting the pain of sheer intense
to resurrect romance is a haunting dream of death
provoking passions escalate chaos ... havoc ... suspense
suffocation dwelling to captivate life's bated breath ...
bittersweet faded memories succumb to shadowed jest ...
by~ POET D:
Moshing fragments overlooked, a darker dance limitless
conventional Gothic hearings..... praising the sewer that runs
analysis running ticking with the passion of an atomic bomb
the perceived exotic unity of this frightens world~ shadow dust
lashing out tropical grasses and utilities . . . tampering every hell
Burning paper that represents hostile . . . black ashes
results of a detailed creature mourning the abyss
examination of falsification~ fragments that crawl in our inner walls
A poisonous micro-fragment is presented approaching
objective with the exploration of breakage . . . virus. . . patterns
meaning destroying every awakening stage in this bio world *via~ wide
Deep identification losing all Revelations,
Laughing fading away with the criteria formed
must we ~ need us~ crawling in my inner walls. . .
use me ~ need me~ feed me~ critically re-evaluate me . . .
A Collaboration with * Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of Poetry Soup RIP
~A Poet Destroyer COLLABORATION~
Mother's wisdom
To me folly be
"True love cannot be found anywhere"
Travelled I down the slopes below
To the mountains beyond
Creatures cruel to rip hearts
Yet beauty lies on their faces
Lexion the complexity I derived
And now mother's follyTo me wisdom be
Deep Wounds Do Bleed in Vain
Even the Greatest of the heroes, humble and handsome today, morrow
Must Inevitably make themselves immobile static carcasses,
Their Doom must shall stab their mates into Deep woes,
Their vail of Agony stays mulish in 'em as the dark patch of sorrow
Grievers gotta grieve in futility, deep in that dark shadowy billow
The Unwise do so, for it's futile to make the Reapers-foes
The sagacious truly know of the Essence of Life; Soul's
The All-permeating immortal of the body, for its presence, isn't shallow
The Unwise too are the ones to fall for their instincts,
With visions of being bein and the only ones to lead,
It's true that some indeed become weeds
For the real humans not always can stand in their stead,
With fallin', Hope falls too; But in this
Capricious game of Chess, The once failed twice succeed
hey foe!!...
how long we lived in our comfort cages??
what lust for dirty blood we shared??...
what stories scribbled in our darkest pages??
and through many years of bygone springs
and a rain that drenched my broken strings....
i bled in my bed of stringing thorns...
i wept in my cold and lonely morns.....
wove through hours of brutal conspiracies,my fictious myths,my luring fallacies...
have seen you die a thousand deaths
in dreams all born of gibberish faiths.
I need a new TV stand
So I searched for one on Google,
Deciding in advance that I
Would splurge and not be frugal.
I bounced from site to site before
I found one so ideal,
In every way it fit the bill –
Too perfect to be real.
My gut reaction was the truth,
My quest to no avail;
Though it was beyond compare,
It just wasn’t up for sale.
See, a craftsman who’s a novice
With a talent for design
Did construct just what I wanted,
But it’s his instead of mine.
It was posted on the website
Of a woodwork magazine,
Which the Google team decided
Should appear upon my screen.
Oh, to find and lose an item
So much better than the rest
Means that now I’ll have to settle
For what’s clearly second best.
If I compare your charm with moon’s ray?
Stars will wage war by saying they are more temperate;
Snakes may take me to the task,
I may have to run hiding whole day.
Flowers may boycott their fragrance to me,
Garden will be a piece of art work on paper.
I may struggle to find my way, with so much resistance
Fear if my own soul if leave for better imaginations.
To stuck a fair deal with love and beauty
I may need to compromise with other duties.
Before the wrath of time falls heavy on me
I need to decide a better way for this fantasy.
Nothing waits too long in this temporary world
Wasting time may jeopardize my other options
I rest this matter by leaving it alone
You are truly beautiful with no comparison.
Do not tell me, please
how to cut the celery
I do things myself