Best Ineffective Poems
you want to know a secret
when I write a poem and it's perfect
i dont share it
i bury it
deep inside of me
where no one else can see
i mean its perfect
not like this shift
it's elegant, poignant,
simplistic, bueatful
trucking perfect
its not erotic
but i read it
mentally masterbate to it
a euphoric chorus
straight form thesaurus
its just that great
im not being egotistical
if read, it would become universal
a meter tethered in clasical measure
a rythmic flow
with many metaphoric undertows
an iconic harmonic tonic
to make you feel like an embryonic hedonic youth
im not being napoleonic
its an actual truth
factually accurate
high in heaven
it produced a tear in the eye of god
who proclaimed
not a single flaw
not a single flaw
and he only saw what i wrote
well, because hes god
me being me i like to tease
allow me to be inclined to share a few lines
blow your mind
redefine your collective defective perspective
realign your ineffective respective connective tisue
"all my cows milk is homogenized
all my crows are well organized
all my sheep like to stare and creep
like to stare and creep"
but you'll never see
the rest of my secret poetry
that only exsist inside of me
cows will always moo
crows will always ka kah
sheep will always go baah baah baah
and the perfect elagance
of my literary inteligence
will die with me
never being seen
qouted, memorised or plagerized
as i will say with my last gasp
the next line being twice my last
all you super-duper-soupers can kiss my ***
ok all you super-duper-soupers have been slammed. if you want to slam me back just a few things. make it funny. make it a little nonsensical and definitly make it over the top
and if you do slam me back send me a soup mail or leave a comment so i can go read your slam.
Categories:
ineffective, humor, slam, perspective,
Form:
Rubaiyat
Line of enquiry:
Instrumentalising mind, I rested thought
employing it only when needed
shifting to heart, I became self-taught
gentling touch, voice of conscience heeded.
Intellect and intuition are like a sword and shield.
One cuts through darkness to bring clarity,
the other is an internal compass protecting the lost.
Both are formed polished, vigorous and gallant,
but through the struggles of each battle,
become ineffective when not revived.
My mind plays like a piano
and I am its pianist.
When I sit upon the cliffs of doubt,
it seems to be sleepwalking into a
chaotic jungle of consciousness,
where the symphony ignores the song sheet.
I don't want my words to be forgotten.
There is no reality in this reverie,
so the soul yearns to be free,
like a seagull soaring above stormy seas,
towards a sapphire and ivory skyline.
Sometimes skies can resemble fire,
where flames appear too strong,
so my internal wings seek refuge.
To heal from the noise, I lose myself
in the stillness of solitude.
In my loneliness, ego screams,
so I escape from this echo chamber,
by starving it from unworthy self praise
but if I do not love myself,
who will love me?
When dwelling upon the mountain of overthinking,
my spirit is unable to adapt to the flutes of fate,
but I ignore the provocation of poison.
I listen to the musicality of my heart,
releasing the strings of attachment.
I burn myself to light up the blackness,
composing lyrics from adversity's lessons.
I am a metaphor for a star,
touching the divine horizons,
sparkling, but still learning from the
'see saw' emotions of my heart and mind.
We are all carpenters in life,
with different tools to master our minds,
trying to control the outlook of our emotions.
As rivers of wisdom integrate smoother,
when we build bridges of compassion over them.
Categories:
ineffective, allusion, introspection, perspective,
Form:
Didactic
"I stood still and was a tree amid the wood,
Knowing the truth of things unseen before;"
. . .
"Nathless I have been a tree amid the wood
And many a new thing understood
That was rank folly to my head before."
--- from The Tree, by Ezra Pound
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Slender, singular, filamentous fir,
Yellowing larch -- these trees
Do not speak but seem to sleep,
Sheltering skinny sheep
Handily herded -- full-fleeced
In lanolin-laden wool.
Sheep do not sleep much.
They speak their protest --
(Such ineffective baas) --
To cloning and to closeness.
All, doubles of the ovine others,
Crowded among brothers,
Cowering under silent wood:
Dissimilar dark fir;
Lone, yellowing
Larch.
Categories:
ineffective, allegory, life, nature, sad,
Form:
Free verse
We were invaded peacefully
There was no sign of strife
Then they went back to their own planet
To find intelligent life
The Major told the Five Star
Yes sir, I did read all the reports
And I hurried to the men’s room
Because I had to change my shorts
Had they caught the alien invaders
The world would have been in shock
And we would have went to war
Because earthlings are too dumb to talk
We might have ordered bombings
Because we were afraid to take a chance
And if the bombs were ineffective
We’d have probably peed our pants
We use our natural resources
But we never use our ears
And our leaders manipulate our feelings
By playing on our fears
If you don’t believe me
I hope this will make you smile
I like your planet earthling
Think I’ll stay here for a while.
Categories:
ineffective, science fiction
Form:
Rhyme
Lightening streaks in thundering black hair,
Love was stolen from the soul at first sight.
Shadowed eyes, Marilyn Manson disguise,
She haunted my daydreams at night.
Poison kiss cherry lipstick lingers
On this deadly cold face of mine,
Mouth to mouth would be ineffective
And that would be just fine.
Feeling like shattered glass in a castle
I gave this wicked woman my throne
Entwined in the vines of her fingers
In the silence I heard her throat moan.
Then it was over as fast as she came
I lay in a pool of warm masquerade
Decayed roses fall far from the thorn
And from this angel I am devil made.
Categories:
ineffective, character, dark,
Form:
Rhyme
The game of baseball can sometimes be rough.
Teams often play competition that can be too tough.
Often, even a grand slam home run is not enough.
Last night, our team managed to tie the game.
However, the other guys scored a run in an extra frame.
We wound up losing the game in the tenth inning; what a shame!
That is what happens with an ineffective bullpen.
The boys will just have to get together tonight and start again.
Categories:
ineffective, baseball,
Form:
Rhyme
Love Has No Reply
Love has no reply it just waits-
love has no reply - it just prays-
Love understands- as it hopes
that rage will be quelled-
That the core of your heart will
be overwhelmed-
and overruled-Disenchantments
of the venial mind-are allowable
If you never intend to exhale-
then inhalation is inevitable.
Demons seek company -
Presenting illusions to keep misery
side tracked' in sorrowful elegies
The cardinal mentation-
will automatically
tick, when your tocking and;
Tock when you are ticking.
You came here with no instructions--
Love requires no action
Does not have to reply
No matter the jargon
the meaning of "no “is the same.
Whether you wax or wane,
with wagers parlayed
invest in the" WAIT" like the yellow light
"Spread your bet-green light- keep moving
Not always smart- to bet on a sure thing.
Red light stop wait -think about
what you're thinking of doing-
win, win situation.
Prior truth is not necessary for
what is "yet to be believed"
Permanent solutions
should never be applied to a
temporary condition.
The efficaciousness of the syringe as a method in seeking answers to concepts is horribly ineffective.
Love has no reply--- No outside stimuli -
No do's or don'ts ... from the I ...
Strictly and inside Job.
Categories:
ineffective, absence, analogy, hope, metaphor,
Form:
Prose Poetry
PAINTER OF THE SKY
Before the beginning of all creations you were
You wove the very foundations to be seemingly fair
Everything stood firm and still
You did this by the words your mouths fill.
Seven centuries you took to paint
Man and birds and bears breathing your air without any faint
You called the Milky Way into being
Separating day from night since it was not so mean.
You called the waters to expanse from the land
All because you had in mind an eternal life planned
Yet the shadows of the Near East called you a myth
Walking in so great darkness and filth.
Darwin and those who make your words ineffective by their traditions
Hiding in their so called specimen and sample conditions
So I asked them to look at the sky and tell me
If it came by chance or free.
Let science say your colors were just cosmic conditions
Or there is a Painter of the sky who chose his colors without any fixations
From Kuwornu to Da Vinci no art can compare
To the void less nature of the earth you tear.
The blossom blooming blue skies
Where the flying creature flies
Tell me, if you know who ornamented the clouds with such garment adorning
And opened the storehouses of the snow to stop you from too much warming.
In your darkening council you speak words with no knowledge
You should have known it is all His privilege
That man will know and understand
And give account on the day all will stand.
In the presence of the great Painter of the skies
Judging generations whom with Him never made any ties
But will see face to face the Turner of years
Whom all will witness with such great horror and fears.
Categories:
ineffective, bible, color, creation, devotion,
Form:
Alliteration
Born in Paris: Ineffective
Tossed off in a clown suburb;
All what is left a booze somewhere.
Categories:
ineffective, death, lost,
Form:
Haiku
Free from demanding compressions
fleeting still,is the sliver of a moment
which brings together impulse imparted
where the absolute, and the eternal meet,
as tears of imperfection cry in streams
in the image of our most perfect creator,
why?...why to be in such favor,yet,made to suffer so?
The crucible of self,
can be a daunting place
but doubt not the fiery purpose,
as impure thoughts continue as a contagion
our fleeting moments become our eternal now...
where melancholy rides the back of depression,
spurred on by an ineffective spleen
as we traverse toward the spring of purifying waters...
Then the dawning shall brighten our shining purpose,
when heaven on earth shalt not be just a utopian dream
but,a new stream of enlightenment...
Categories:
ineffective, faith, hope
Form:
Free verse
An example of unilateral symbiosis
would be parasitism such as any mycosis.
Within you could live a bacterium or virus.
To me, it is beneficial. To you, dangerous.
The form could also be manifest within a cyst.
I shall dominate no matter how much you resist.
My descendents shall multiply so prodigiously.
They shall consume all your resources liberally.
Medicine will keep making moves seeming quixotic.
They affect your body and mind with a narcotic.
All the end results will prove themselves to be tragic.
A "panacea", also called a "magic bullet",
will always be ineffective each time you try it.
As I nestle within your internal dominions,
I become the central topic of your opinions.
No matter how much anyone will atone and pray,
I and my subjects will control more of you each day.
We are here to stay, and we will never go away.
Our stand is unyielding. No matter how much you try,
the dominance in you continues until you die.
Categories:
ineffective, death, health
Form:
Rhyme
I read on my laptop today--
automation is making us dumber,
ineffective, maybe even impotent.
Perhaps it's a conspiracy by that secret
society, the computer brotherhood.
(Do you really believe your Apple is
innocent, and IBM is not plotting?)
Or maybe we should just blame
human sloth, that siren call of
sheer damn laziness which can
lure the best of us to a quiet doom.
A simple proof: hand a twenty to a clerk
and ask him to make change without
looking to the machine for succor.
That blank innocent look he gives you--
"Why me?" he seems to be saying,
and you can't help but pity him a bit.
He is, after all, a victim of mass education.
There are worse victims:
airliners wildly crashing,
doctors killing their patients,
nuclear power plants going
BOOM! and killing the land
for an eon or two, or three.
How like little children we were!
Thinking these machines would
be our slaves, sans the brutality.
But it is we who are chained by
the zeros and ones, we who are
thinking less, creating cheaper,
settling into a cybernetic fog.
Categories:
ineffective, analogy, computer, corruption, technology,
Form:
Free verse
IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY : LXXII
IF ever I had a country with or without nationality
And if ever I were elected or nominated Chief Patriot of this God-forsaken mis-carriaged country
And if ever my country - minus the nation - were to be on the verge of being invaded by other countries which religiously subscribe to the notion of " God-bless-us-first " in all exclusivity
I would make it the point of utmost urgence to challenge such insolent uppity countries on their concept of nationality by tabling a motion on the definition of patriotism as opposed to that of nationalism in the United Nations General Assembly
All at the risk of being expelled from that august self-effacing ineffective body and my own blasted country in utter ignominy
And I'd command all patriots to take up arms against and shoot at sight the back-thumping nationalists within my country for fear they may join hands with the invading xenophobic nationalists to enslave and throttle all patriots - y compris the Chief Patriot - in my dear old patrie
And this, even if I were to be unconstitutionally nominated Chief Patriot by all die-hard nationalists in within my own country
Even if I never ever had no country not legitimately sworn in at the United Nations General Assembly
© T. Wignesan - Paris, November 20, 2018
Categories:
ineffective, betrayal, patriotic, satire, slavery,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Pain can I ignore you and pretend you don't exist?
Can I make you dull and ineffective and less intense?
Can I make my body numb from your gnawing and nagging?
You are annoying me and disturbing my peace of mind.
You come when I thought you have gone away.
Making my days less fulfilling and happy.
Cos I have to entertain you and pay attention to you.
What do you want from me pain? I've pampered you
Trying to ease and sooth you but it's not enough.
I've tried to shake you and beat you.
But you still stay and manage to annoy me.
Do you want to stay in my life all the time?
Do you enjoy pestering my mood and see me sad?
Pain if you have to stay with me for the rest of my life
Know this I will ignore you and won't pay attention to you.
I cannot make you interfere with my life.
You will not be staying for long to disturb me.
You will have to go and set me free.
For now be gentle with me and let me be.
Categories:
ineffective, pain, sad,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
How large the pearlescent sun seems today.
Yet it is dying, its flaming rays ineffective.
After a long hot day, tired, it must be spent.
So patiently it descends out of humanity’s vista,
Far across the sea, behind the shimmering horizon.
We enjoyed the calm stillness of eventide.
Quietly the moon takes its rightful place.
Shining in a wan mysterious way,
Night intensifies as stars twinkle all around,
Above gardens plumb in the middle of the vale.
How we adored the perfume of so many flowers,
Especially the crimped fuchsia edged white star flowers.
The moon lightening effulgently the rugged paths
Of the mysterious countryside around,
Fragrance everywhere with a gentle tang.
On mountains far away feral dogs howling their random growl,
While countless cicadas commence their orchestrated song,
Hell bent on mating before their adulation time is up.
It is good we need have no hurry, dear,
So, we can relish our time together.
With a small mandolin I thrum a love song,
As we huddle close under the banyan tree,
Fireflies dance their intricate dance.
I snuggle my head against your soft cheeks.
How smooth and pleasant it can be,
As our lips meet and savour our delight.
Dreaming of our future and days to come.
16 March 2021
Placed 2
Categories:
ineffective, love, nature, tree,
Form:
Free verse