Best Irredeemable Poems
"All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us." — J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Rin
Each one is granted a fixed quantum of time
And each second passes with a silent chime.
Those who handle time without enough caution,
May later regret and land in utter perdition.
Everything should be done in the allotted time n’ space.
By staying idle, we may never get one more chance.
"All we have to decide is what to do,
With the time that is given us" before it is due.
As the moving pendulum of the clock swings,
Each day, to infinity, slowly and steadily wings.
Time is like a diminishing bank account.
Nothing can be added to the existing amount.
Time wasted should be our greatest regret.
It is precious and irredeemable, never forget.
Before infirmities set in, earn what you can,
For life on Earth has only a short span.
“Time and tide wait for no man”, affirm the wise.
Everything should be done in the allotted time n’ space.
Like waves which wait for none, time will advance.
By staying idle, we may never get one more chance!
Each one is granted a fixed quantum of time.
Without notice, seconds pass with a silent chime.
Those who handle time without enough caution,
May later come to regret and land in perdition.
As the moving pendulum of time swings,
Each day, to infinity, steadily wings.
Time is like a diminishing bank account.
Nothing can be added to the existing amount.
Time wasted should be our greatest regret.
It is precious and irredeemable, never forget.
Before infirmities set in, earn what you can,
For life here has only a short stretch and span!
Feb.5.2023
Proverbial Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Margarita Lillico
An invisible wall exists
Between two neighbouring nations
That were once one whole large land
Holocausts of bloody battles
Cold terrorism and bubbled egos
Has cast our irredeemable divide
Generations tilled unitedly
In the undivided country
Whiffing the same gentle air
The ashes of my ancestors
Mingled with their dust
None to separate their fragrances
I'm an off shoot whose roots are buried across
A soft puff brings memories of my predecessors
Luring me to their homes but the wall becomes non-invasive
October 23, 2016
For Anthony Slausen
*References to an undivided India.
***Acrostic***
Treacherous, scandalous jezebel trying to cast her spell, an
Egregious rascal trying to sink her teeth into my skin
Mischievous, I can smell her fragrance, sweet
Pheromones, her sexual desires like poetry
Tempting my
Animal urges to do something irredeemable, disagreeable.
Temptress of forbidden temptations, I am already given the
Invitation, testing me, I will dispel this jezebel but I am
Overcome, intrigued in mysterious rapture, I
Need to recapture my senses.
Jared Pickett
Asavvy1
4/15/2012
what the!
did you say
we the people
are living
in a bad new age
we can no longer
live in a melodramatic
irredeemable way!
oblivious to
what, we do
and how it will
hurt the children
of today
you say
we the community
need to act
in a uncivilized way
clean up this
right away
and do all we can
on this very day
cut down on
things that cause
environment toxic waste
shout no more
crude oil spills
in the river and lakes
and not to live
with plastics
severed up
on our family's
dinner plates
no! you didn't,
just
try and save the World
by getting manhandle
by every cop in the world
whats that you say
its time to
get up and march
its another
fu*k with the
man Friday
Ok! lets do it your way...
"Other Worlds"
Drifting through
my mind once
Apollonian
I am enticed
by the larger
Dionysus
I am
a very small creature
twee, so
point.on.the.delivery
irrelevant
a novel conundrum
where? the exact position to place?
like a hummingbird with
fast beating wings
violently violet and honeydew beak
singing towards
The Fields of Elysian
All that IS
I am
Recklessly Unknown
blending into the middle path
no standout
I am now
Divine
Other Worlds
beckon me
For what Was
is not Now and
never was sanctuary
I am beguiled
through an
opening mind
Inwards hooked
the magnet tugs relentlessly
at my free willed warm tides
I leave behind
without a care
the wasted -
those living in
the broken shards
of my frozen memories
they are all submerging
Tied up in sheets
the weight of senseless stories
throughout the years, sink rapidly
they bare me no life essence, they are
wrapped around the fast falling
anchor of acquiescence
They will rust and perish
in the forgotten
lost chronicles of time
A past and irredeemable future
dissolving, fizzing like a soluble drug
the tincture swallowed
In one breath gone
Now
emerges
a sharp escape
I am all butter soft
and melting
safe and aeons
away
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
gvlm/llb
Bassnectar & Dorfex Bos - Other Worlds [Reflective Part 2]
https://youtu.be/q_hBf1ghAGE
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elysium
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apollonian_and_Dionysian
The successful preacher spoke with a pious tone
very soothing to the ear.
Great days are coming .
when all of mankind shall be peaceable and agreeable
and there shall be no more irredeemable souls.
The church choir stood up and they began to sing like angels and beneath the choir you can hear the rustling of pockets and jingling of change, the snapping and unzipping of handbags, wallets and purses in a very pious tone soothing to the spirit of tithing.
I was too quick to trust her
Her eyes, her lips, her humility and
swarthiness…
Conviction was all I could gave in to.
Plethora of confidence I have built
upon her in a jiffy
Like an edifice built upon a solitary
island amidst vast oasis
She chimed my mind, and
thoughtless I became
I became vanquished of my
preservations
My assets, my accomplishments,
My most esteemed skill was hauled
out of me
A daring mistake worthy of my life
Her everything was like my dream
A dream I have kept and matched
for one being
I peered into her to see blemishes
Of actions and intentions,
Like steel, I believed my sight
without a scintilla of doubt
I paced when I lacked her
countenance
Her complexion was my dream hue
I gave her everything, not even a few
I was made to bank on her with my
limited wealth
My asset, my valued writings… my
breath
My mistake was irreversible
And her betrayal was irredeemable
My tears have become irrevocable
My pestilence incurable
And the incorrigible fate bonded my
mistake.
I thrust my debut into a strange hand
And beleaguered are my worries
already
To my face she waved an eternal
wand
A nude message I could not fathom
My pain grew and my anger brewed
This is my mistake for lewd
She was careless, heartless and
crude
My assets could make me a shrewd
Yet my hollow thoughts are making
me brood
My mistakes have me nude and
imbued
Difficult to understand are the languages spoken by life
“he who works should eat,” but why the constant shift of the goal post?
Seriousness in following principles may lead one to be swallowed by the earth
I have always been an adult, let me be taken care of, like a neonate this day
So, I dashed to the nearest eatery with what should be enough.
Sitting in the restaurant gave me the grace of the countryside
a receptive bar tender thankfully indicates no alarm of fire or smoke
but the Menu condemns my class to neutralize any victorious smile,
half glass of a common drink and a piece of snack is not my trend,
nothing bad to have a first time in almost a lifetime.
Half way my meal, the one seated opposite me becomes too generous
to a limitless order he offers and gives the unsolicited visa
with the assurance of sponsorship from a well-populated pocket.
A massive top up from my command that flowed with audacity
as half my table causes, in the arena, an arm-length of goose bumps.
Those in white suddenly come in to capture a refugee of mental institution,
a threat to society who escaped, and he sits right in front of me,
it was six to one; yet the drag to the door is labored.
When bad luck meets greed, misfortune grows to a grandfather
I stare in irredeemable shock to my order that can feed half an orphanage.
I am lost in a swamp
of adjectives, gooey, sticky,
boggy, messcatastric (don't bother looking that one up),
longing to rise above the mess, excretion, digest
completion, Gobblystinko (don't bother) – and
fly into a sky of non billowy, yet brilliant, resplendent,
eyeglareoffendic (forget it also) to meet bright
Nature Spirits, wings shimmering, gleaming, after the
rain-steaming~ those fumes of rainbows at high altitudes, gaggaliftic! (yep, now
you are catching on). So, please save me some adjectives, that
I may use for my own bejeweled, overly flamboyant, astringent,
laxateric-metafatalelastic (toss it) facsimileing-irredeemable,
superfluous poetry.
A barred spiral galaxy in the Giraffe
has one of the arms curled in front of its core
where dust laden lanes in the grouping outpour
as Hubble has shown it for earthlings’ behalf.
Some sort of encounter perhaps came along
for bent NGC Two One Four Six once took,
which lent it that loopy anomalous look,
engendering forces colossally strong.
So lively in midwifing star births is it
that this galaxy earned the term starburst kind
like clusters of blooms Mother Nature designed
in tropical gardens terrene to visit
or namely the clerodendrum called starburst
which effloresces in a canopy bright
as do starburst galaxies at cosmic height
with budding sidereal young being nursed.
The galaxy’s less large than Milky Way’s size
just slightly, they say, to astronomers’ eyes,
with starry creation in lavish supplies
thus adding to worlds in stelliferous skies.
What habitants will these celestials see fit
to bring to fruition as creatures, to wit,
allow them to flourish as features permit
then blossom as lifeforms evolved bit by bit?
About eighty thousand light-years end to end
it lies ninety million light-years from our place,
this mortal abode of humanity’s race
that’s wending its oft wayward way round the bend,
or so it seems, though there are stargazer dreams
as reveries reaching existence’s plane
whence deeper dimensions of being may reign
embracing the whole of reality’s streams
in sensory oneness with all great and small,
beyond unenlightenment’s treacherous thrall,
a doomed irredeemable fate to forestall
which sadly might ever more likely befall.
We dwell in a realm where delusions benight,
enraptured in spell making wrong appear right
with vision too blurry to notice our plight.
Such times find it vital to seek out the light.
~ Harley White
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Info ~ NGC 2146, a starburst galaxy in Camelopardalis (Anne’s Astronomy News)…
A wind-induced smile greets me. Cradling the baby’s head, floccose like a ripe raspberry; I’m both filled with wonder and dread. The fragrance of the care products is a stark contrast to the latibule I’ve habituated for many years during my tours of duty. How am I to care for this fragile being when mankind is hell-bent on extirpation? The eminent threat is daily updated on the Doomsday Clock. Paradise razed by conflagration like the residue of a charred batch of jam: irredeemable! I can but sigh while I vow to protect him and his mother to the best of my ability.
My son was a kid in a room.
Tubs full of Star Wars figures;
Rancor Monster, Squid Head, Yak Face.
Admiral Akbar was a good guy
with a mother somewhere,
a fine woman though a bit of a trout no doubt.
but Snaggletooth with his blaster
was an irredeemable mother er.
Then, from a parallel universe,
Skeletor, Beast Man and Evil-lyn
drop from the outer rim of a boxed universe,
all arriving in a sullen haste to lay the room waste.
Evil-Lyn was hot. We kept her out of the carnage mostly,
but she was bad to the plastic bone.
My son tells me he has visions,
he sees leather-winged daemons.
I lie, tell him that there are no toy figures of those,
so they don’t exist.
On the floor, monsters are on a rampage
He-man is screwing up as usual.
For both of us
our only hope is in Optimus Prime.
I have ben disappointed. I have been dismayed,
by such irrefragable frauds ensuring justice is delayed.
I have been disheartened. I have been disserved,
by such irredeemable cretins with ethics badly curved.
I have been disenchanted. I have been distressed,
by such irrepressible greed than could ever be confessed.
But in this, oh, high and mighty, you are equal to the lowly,
by this irreversible fact: both your clocks are ticking slowly.
Time's money, this's how it's seen by monetary agency
Wiser men have modified it saying ‘Time’s currency’
An invaluable wealth, time you should never squander
No bank can help you once for money you wander
“Time and tide wait for no man”, affirms the wise
Be keen to do everything in allotted time n’ space
Like waves, which wait for none, time will advance
By staying idle, we may never get one more chance
Each one is granted a fixed quantum of time
And each second passes with a silent chime
Those who handle time without enough caution
May later regret and can land in utter perdition
As the pendulum of time swings
Each day, to infinity, steadily wings
Time is like a diminishing bank account
Nothing can be added to the existing amount
Time wasted should be our greatest regret
It is precious and irredeemable, never forget
Before infirmities set in, earn what you can
For life on Earth has only a short span