Best Idle Poems
America's (Idle) Pastime
From New York, Austin, and L.A.,
From Cleveland and Seattle,
Ingloriously they screech or bray
In an auditioning battle.
And by the time we all feel sick,
(the judges homicidal!),
we get to know from whom we’ll pick
our next great Singing Idol.
For the "A GROOK FOR ALL OCCASIONS" Poetry Contest of Suzzette Crous
(using topic one, annoying sound and also etc topic, on a TV show I actually love!)
often
daydreaming
the ripe figment
of imagination
ruptures
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Cinqku Poetry Contest
Sponsor Charles Messina
Placed 2nd
© 21st April 2020
The answers don’t seem to match the questions,
The lesson have not been fully learned,
The struggle continues, the progress is real,
Pressing on seems the course,
And standing still remains an option.
A pond kept unclean
is detrimental to all
that accretes to it.
Pace, G
INK-U-SCRIPT
05-24-2012
Oil train sits in Lac Megantic
Town folk sleep not so frantic
Patrons socialize while they slept
Unannounced the train it crept
No such thing a train in idle
This one proved homicidal
Train engine fire silent alarm
Town unaware no fear of harm
First responders do arrive
Count all engines numbered five
Connected cars are seventy two
Full of crude what would you do
Disconnect these things on fire
Bigger problem no desire
Cut the risk to light the crude
This decision would be shrewd
Seventy two cars, assumed on brake
Town folk safe that slept on lake
Take in account train on slope
Some brakes off more danger the scope
Idle train crept no more
Picking up speed problem galore
This idle train left to chance
Never checked not even a glance
Explosion awakes town folk in slumber
Instantly town folk less fifty in number
People running saving some lives
Survivors to hear fifty bell chimes
Responsibility left to whom
This decision in the courtroom
On a slope a running car park
Driver responsible ticket don't bark
MMA you will be slandered
Go to hell with your train standard
You brought a man carrying sickle
In Quebec you control your vehicle
If you don't the charge is life
Stand in camera and take it in strife
Angry people you will see
Many more including me.
Left to idle a runaway
Change the law starting today
Always manned train must be
Someone in place we must see
Looking back cutting the cost
Was it worth all lives lost?
One more man not a big chore
Let these trains Idle no more
In the shade of a Cali wat Lao I debate with Ajahn Anan
What the secret Rakshasa Sutra must really look like.
In Lao we call them Nyak or Yuk or Yak. It depends.
When they’re hungry, what do names matter?
I ask: “Does a zombie have Buddha nature?”
He informs me the mindless craving for brains
Complicates things.
He suspects Frankenstein’s Monster is closer to Nibbana
But don’t quote him on that.
An American werewolf in Luang Prabang
Would stand no chance against a real Lao weretiger.
Both should still try to observe the five precepts as best they can.
If he was going to make a special wat for robots
He might name it Wat Lao Robobuddharam
But they would surely have to learn
To get beyond artificial binary worldviews.
“You aren’t going to turn this into a poem, are you?”
He asks.
“That’s nothing to be afraid of,” I assure him.
“Usually.”
People make assumptions,
And that's not always good.
Instead of thinking just the best,
As one another should.
They'll often add to what you've said,
The thoughts in their own minds,
Changing what you meant to say,
To something less than kind;
Giving what you meant in jest,
An unfamiliar ring,
And something really innocent,
Becomes another thing.
It's easy to assume a thing,
And then go spread the story,
But when you do you carry tales,
And cause much undue worry.
Concocting things from what you've heard,
Is such a petty pastime.
It serves us well to check our thoughts,
And bring them all back in line.
Remember, don't believe the things,
That sometimes you will hear,
For truth or lie, it matters not,
The price you'll pay is dear;
For those who spread about such news,
Have naught to do but lobby.
Perhaps we should suggest to them,
That they pursue a hobby.
Standing at the train station
thousands of people around
a father arguing with his child
the child had joined a gang
He hoped to take her home
but with fifty kids in the gang
he had no hope
the child was lost never to see a future
kids without jobs
join together as groups
those groups become gangs
somebody introduces drugs
drugs cost money
home invasions
provide the money for drugs
the child is lost to violence and pain
society becomes riddled with violence
and pain
give the child a job
they save to build a home
they meet and fall in love
they build a future together
the child becomes a man
the man becomes a father
the path to success
comes on the back bone
of hard work
your future is up to you.
Investing together
we can build the jobs
that change the life
of our children
we can make the future
that brings peace to our city's
we can make a future
that brings peace to our world
If every man and woman
refused to pick up a gun
there could be no more wars
the world would be at peace.
It everybody invested
in creating company's
there would be jobs for all the people
we could overcome poverty
Idle words transmit
Laziness trapped in a web
Wrapping the speaker
Harvest is over
crops are in and
Fall’s first killing frost
stirs feelings of melancholy
sustained by winter's cold
With its bare trees
migration, hibernation
wisdom of fallow fields and
mice attempting entry
during long, cold nights
Yet farmers are never idle
caring for their animals
cleaning, repairing equipment
checking their fences
cleaning fields and
clearing tree lines
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November 20, 2019
F G I series 9 idyll
Brian Strand, sponsor
"An idyll is a type of poem that focuses on the normal routines of normal people in a rural setting." -PoetrySoup, Types of Poems - Idyll definition
Its amazing how weeks fly by
When your doing nothing worth while
and all there is to do is sit around and think
Yet it seems like I am forever stuck on the brink
Of a epiphany? Or maybe its madness
My youth is fleeting its time I buckle down
But I never wanted to be a dog
to those who wear crowns
I wish life was simple to where I could
Realize my talents buy spinning a wheel and
find out all I need to do at the press of a button.
Fallen Idle
I watched a YouTube Ted talk, the guy did well,
Discussing the problems of millennials,
The disenfranchised generation,
Whose parents divorced intercourse,
Whilst aspiring to be like the far film stars,
With wealthy trappings, expensive cars,
Inculcated self belief of making an impact,
Because the parents were too weak to try,
Although they worked hard to survive,
And the growing umbrella of social media,
The face looked, head down upwardly mobile,
Who Twitter about Kardashians as though they are real,
Everyone can do everything they decide to feel,
Absurdity of a real World that doesn't quite behold,
Nor loves support of those fallen idle!
@Andrew Carnegie, Millennial musing, Monday 9th Jan 2017.
If you would like to know a bit about me and my poetry please click this link below:
https://youtu.be/Ic_V7aX4xbk
Idle chatter, ladies natter, men are nervous, children clatter
round and round never sitting still
cannot wait much longer ‘til.
Here she is in all her splendour,
perfect posture , lips are tender
full of kisses for a true love beau.
Smiling happy celebration
long awaiting jubilation
excited happy little faces
jump up and squeeze through spaces
have to be there have to see
what will happen what will be.
Music plays choir sings
tears of joy this moment brings.
Silence whispers nervous tension
they say ” I do”
No apprehension.
Music plays choir sings
Congregation join the Hymns
Flowers thrown and petal scatter
Cake is eaten, ladies natter.
Bone Idle Cat
Lazy boy was just that, a bone idle bat. Staying in bed all day sleeping, up all night playing computer games. Not working, never done a day's graft in his life. He's just like his mates.
No responsibility, no income, taking cash of their parents or the government. Or doing something 'illegal' like selling weed or pinching cars. That's fine in his eyes, makes him a bit of a loveable rogue. Tell that to the cops when they bust you or owner of the car you stole.
Why are you like this? Coz your dad was the same? Doing this crap in the 80s. Only is was cool back then, not menacing like today. Think of your potential, unused and wasted.
Your clock is ticking one way, you can't claim the years back. You should have finished school, gone to college, got a trade and been set for life. Instead of living a twilight life where you're the boss. Are you willing to stay this way forever?
Your dad is 43 and he lives this way. In a council flat, apart from your mum. Going to bed at dawn after smoking skunk and drinking cider. He's got his life sussed. What a role model you have.
When your pregnant teen girlfriend gives birth, your son will follow in your footsteps. No hope, no job, no cash, no life, another loser of criminal lazy intent. Dooming your family, town and country to the scrapheap.
No inspiration, no way to better yourself, a life all mapped out. Generational atrophy. Learnt the hard way. Not even the Prime Minister who threatens benefit sanctions or a job can help you.
Idle Thoughts
In to each life, a little rain must fall.
One thing for certain, it happens to us all!
There’s no escape, it’s just time to pause,
Take two steps backward, it’s a wake-up call!
Don’t take life for granted, pay attention to the signs,
Follow your first thoughts, its’ a matter of time!
Let not others, distract you from your goal,
Put your best foot forward, and maintain self-control!
Take solace in the fact, things come to those who wait,
Often, those who finishes first, are last out the gate!
Success is in your grasp, just a stone throw away,
Patience is a virtue, when you take time out to pray!
Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 11/27/16