Best Human Condition Poems
in bondage to social etiquette, our heart paused
spontaneity was stifled, innocence was lost
we wandered earth like a soulless ghost
love betrayal came at a heavy cost
glorifying body cage we live in
truth of our Self remaining unknown
accustomed to trauma bonding with pain
we denied God’s light even after we were shown
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Menopause Moment
It comes on uninvited
And it doesn't make you excited
Heart flutters ensue
To an almighty hue
Of crimson red
Lighting up your face and head
Next comes the tsunami of sweat
Accompanied by an almighty dread
Will anyone see the tell tale signs
Will they think l’ve been on the wine?
Doctors’ scratch their chins and ponder
While you garble questions and just wonder
Will your brain capsize?
Will you stay alive?
Beneath the bluster and blunder
Which is now your life
Thank God your no ones wife!
So, there is no womb prayer
Just you, pulling out your hair
No soft voice
In the middle of the night
Telling you it will be alright?
Copyright Sinead Looby.
The absurdity of the human condition:
The only condition we try to make sense of,
Make reasonable,
Sanitized,
Certain,
Familiar,
When we know we can’t.
But still we love our categories,
As if life was a Christmas present
That we could neatly wrap
And put into boxes
Labeled “certainty”
But these labels soon break down,
Deconstruct,
Peeling off
Like bad adhesive,
Showing the naked truth:
That we are Odysseus,
Tossed about by the gods,
Armed with the illusion of control;
That we are Don Quixote
Forever fighting windmills
Indifferent to our moral quest;
That we are Hamlet,
Trapped within a cosmic play
Of uncertainty and death;
That we are Gatsby,
Reaching for the magic green light
That forever eludes our grasp;
That we are Sisyphus,
Vainly toiling with our rock,
Telling ourselves that we are happy;
And so we must forever fight
Our constant war against the world,
Embracing the faceless, empty void
With a warm and welcoming smile.
Villanelle: The only game solution to the human condition
The only game solution to the human condition
“Don’t nobody move a muscle” and hold your breath
Stop having sex with the opposite sex in motion
In a billion years men will pass babies with their motion
And suffragettes will be the toothless kind with bad breath
The only game solution to the human condition
Our girls will all live up to receive the Nobel unction
While our boys will all learn to shoot crap in stealth
Stop having sex with the opposite sex in motion
Lao Tse said “Reduce the size of the State and the population”
Border guards made him cough up The Way in lieu of wealth
The only game solution to the human condition
Time somebody put an end to this unfair competition
Girls have only from fourteen to barren fortieth
Stop having sex with the opposite sex in motion
Naked ****-stars roam Holy Woods far cry from titillation
Chain-saw massacres take us beyond deep-freeze death
The only game solution to the human condition
Stop having sex with the opposite sex in motion
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
There will come times
of unimaginable events
Times in one’s life
unforeseen and inexplicable
Times that will test
The mettle of the best
Times that will evoke grief so great
that the stoutest heart will shrivel
Times of bliss and happiness such
That one seems to float in air
Times of stress and dire duress
That seem to rend and tear
Times that try one’s heart
That seem to tear your world apart
There will come times
of blessings and perdition
Their name my friend
Is as it’s always been
...It’s name is ‘the human condition’...`
Startled sprinkles twinkle and toll
The time ignores my grunts and groans
Everyday empties its force of roll
Cannons sound -- and mothers moan
Between the place where time is not
And heaven’s hell slams its door
Little men with giant heads hot
Are lost beneath the fluid floor
New nothings interrupt the waste
Of petty playthings -- argue -- lose
Experience coats with sugar taste
The salty melancholy muse
Perhaps -- possible -- should -- could -- can
“I saw it rise and fall alone”
Reaction time relative to man
Depends on tendered tailored tones
Wishes want thickness, color and cover
Design for moth and spider to loan
Answers are easy like lionized lovers
And time ignores my grunts and groans
THE HUMAN CONDITION
DAY AFTER DAY MY MORTALITY COMES TO HAUNT ME
MY SPIRIT FADES WHEN I LOOK
BUT CANNOT SEE REFLECTION
A TRIGGER PULL AWAY FROM AN UNFINISHED EPITAPH
I’LL RIDE THE LIGHT
UNTIL IT SHINES NO MORE
I CURSE THE WAR THAT IS WAGED EVERYDAY
WITHIN ME
UNSEEN FORCES PUSHING AND PULLING
AS IF TO TEST MY WILL
I FIGHT MY DESIRE TO SHED MY DEMONS
BECAUSE OF THE PAIN
FEELINGS I KNOW I CAN INFLICT AND I KNOW
MAY NEVER FADE
WE CARRY THE WEIGHT OF EACH OF OUR WORLDS
IT’S THE HUMAN CONDITION
BARING THE BURDEN OF MY TORTURED SOUL
AS ONE FINAL ACT OF CONTRITION
MY HUMAN CONDITION
We are coldly incomplete
We are boldly infinite
We are the many of the flawed
often foiled and cleanly clawed
We Are the human condition...
We' been betrayed and enraged
then mordantly disengaged
both sides of a twisting page
We Are the human condition...
we are the simple in complex.. in an idiots
dress
We kick republican white trash with mother
nature's rath
We are fearless fighters, yes?
yet coldly gives the button a press.
Ha!And we are lovingly unkind
to the faces of our mind
..and it makes us blind
We are the human condition
We are truth ~we are lies~ we are insane in our
despise
We are the murderer..
We kill animals of this earth
then rejouce in Our rebirth
just look to he
then give to me
~ hallelujah ~
I am a man made of stone idolizing a creature
made of bone
we are humane?
We are people
He watches the way the world
interacts and ponders the reasons why.
He responds to artistic imagery,
Lost in creativity he dreams often of his own reality,
He acts with haste and risk is routine.
Hair to the wind, his life an intentional spin,
He lives and walks, listens and talks
Happy to commemorate, his mind compulsive to contemplate...
Is the universes size infinite?
Atoms cling together...
Neutrons and Protons randomly whip around the nuclei
with the one oddity, being nothing the absurdity...
Infinity also being a normality or illusion
The infinite reality could be an oddity or
falsity of infinite realities of infinite infinities..
Is vision along with your auditory perception real
when the universe truth could be soundless
formless nothing but emptiness and nothingness.
Intellect and knowledge a certain fakery
only measurable creativity.
In our own imaginary pretentious perception
of custom and race, another false reality of space.
Or is it now imaginary created by falsity
devised as normality just as a Tv.
A conundrum of conflict sanity to insanity
He travels contemplating the complexities
in humanities innumerable technologies.
Humanity distracted and refracted so
disconnected from the reality
Rather led by faculty they will continue
Desecration and obliteration
Which leaves one more reality...
Annihilation...
I walk this world with the cover of a ghost
The one I asked to be my host
A link to a world I can not see
A way for you to be apart of me
With every free gift there is a condition
This messenger is sent to carry out your mission
Some days I wish to ignore and savor the temptations of life
But there you are to quench my thirst with a piercing knife
Some days I wish to rip it from my skin
Regretting the day I ever let you in
Some days I wish to revel in my desires
Willing to stand up and scream Hell to the fire
A voice creeps through the selfishness and greed
"Never will leave or abandon my child, for through me you will find all that you need"
I fall to the floor in sweet surrender
Thanking the Lord above for my Savior
The Human Condition
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Animals, yet so much more
Being human, the laughter and love
A lot easier than one would think
The truth of the matter our callousness stinks
Is tragedy really necessary
To bring out our best
Be true and kind always, life is just a test
Caring is so easy smile, hold out your hand
This temporary condition leads us all
To a promised land
The love we have inside and the love we share.
Is it rationed out are some people scared?, to
show there emotions give love and devotion.
We
are all so different yet have the human condition,
the built in ability to care. Forgive and forgetting a
fatal mistake, some things happen and it's just left
to late. You can't always be the one holding the
reigns.
In this life people will hurt, they will thrust
there hurt upon you in times of blues. That is when
we stand like a strong tower in there hour of need.
Show compassion to others comfort a complete stranger,
showing a loving human nature. Giving that warm human touch,
as it goes beyond our sisters and brothers.
When history records a legacy, in its lengthy ledger towards mankind.
That scroll may simplify complexity, with common survival foremost in mind.
It's a theme that traces an origin, to the very beginning with no end.
While it explores the numerous frailties, exhausting great resources to spend.
Throughout time, many have seen the contradiction, as destruction failed renew
Though efforts were outweighed by volume, from the infrared to ultraviolet blue
This pattern can be seen from antiquity, while preceding to modern day.
As it pierces the veil of technology, only to twitter away any decay.
What is seen is a consuming desire, almost innate in the culture without regret.
Since extinction dare not be contemplated, that would be better to just forget.
Here what's left vacant is the day present, with a past and any future to ignore.
And while myopic in focus & understanding, the greed falls short to restore.
So as I sit on the sidelines in observation, noting the folly of humanities fate.
My viewpoint is occasionally interrupted, by a future that just can't wait.
The air is being sucked out of my lungs
My head is bombarded by a thousand shards of
glass
There is no refuge to rest my weary bones
The angst of my supposedly beloved is fuelling my
anxiety
In my mind my only rest exist underneath the
ground
I have become Hamlet in this tragic tale
Goodness is just an illusion, a hallmark apparition
Selflessness is really selfishness; people own wants
and needs are paramount in their hearts
Right gives way to base desire, a veracious
appetite forever lusting for more
Hope is like a distant star visible but impossible to
reach
has our morality has been reduced to resemble a
virus, devouring everything in its path
Is this condition the permanent face of humanity?
Born in naked singularity,
Naked come and naked go we by,
Gravely lost in clouded clarity.
Could there be an end beginning nigh?
Time shall tell while its ways elude us.
Dark the warp of soul that might arise.
Bent event horizons delude us
Leading nowhere where a somewhere dies.
Ere singularity can zoom us
Past the bar of sole futurity,
Intelligence may coyly doom us
To entomb our last humanity.
When black holes mortal made mistaken
Steal the chance a cheeky fate to jar,
Then earthly promised lands forsaken
How will dreamers wish upon a star?
Life is precious in its rarity,
Yet the naked eye sees wrong as right.
Artificial singularity
Is a naked truth that’s now in sight.
Ofttimes softly sounds a muted voice,
Though its murmurs seem too faint to hear,
Whispering, ‘There still may be a choice.
Who says singularity is near?’
~ Harley White