Best Irresponsibly Poems
I saw the carefree youth racing,
Racing their cars around the town.
And straight away I saw no one had
Properly clipped their buckles down.
They raced at breakneck speeds,
Irresponsibly, through a bright red light.
Lucky that time, not to hit anyone,
In the still of the cold wet night.
So I wiped a rag of oil over the road,
Around the corner they’d surely drive.
Yep, the carefree fools hit and slid,
Slid to the tree, nobody would survive.
Then I walked to them, the wrangled smash,
With my black cape, scythe and lanky bones.
I helped each up, took each away with me,
Past their cold empty new tomb stones.
“I am Death, I’m the end of your road”
I announced on our short little stroll.
Now, I’m looking forward to meeting you one day,
When I’m harvesting your soul.
There she stood under the midday sun,
Holding it against her ear as she spoke.
A loved one on the other line,
And a million things in her mind.
Loved ones? So they said
They left me hanging on the edge.
Irresponsibly to my fate I was abandoned,
Despite my loud cries for help.
She turned, still lost in her previous conversation;
What horrific scene had her eyes walked in.
Open jawed, cold sweat, pale in color
She stood before the body.
By no means did I mean to startle you,
I did my best to hold on until I lost my grip.
It was not my intention, I meant no harm
It was my curiosity that brought me where I am.
A 70 pounds female canine hung from the second floor,
He her honey brown fur strapped by a leather collar.
Her eyes were gone, just like her motionless body
And her swollen tongue that laid low.
In a matter of seconds, so many actions had taken effect.
The voices in her head had divided into groups.
Each taking stand for both matters on the table,
As her legs drove her away in silence.
Please don’t come forward, I don’t even know you.
This is no sight for a young lady like you.
How embarrassed I am.
If I could only move away.
When Camel had been brought down,
She kneeled before the creature and closed her eyes.
Even though they had never met before,
She was not going to let her soul depart alone.
I can hear your kind words
Walking with me towards the tunnel of light.
What happened had left me unease
But now your presence has given me peace.
She retrieved and marched her way
Not looking back to the past.
Red dry eyes and a cold broken heart
Became her friends for the day.
So your great gran
was a suffragette
She fought for the right for women to vote
She thought that would make a woman equal,
put them on the same footing as a man
Looking back, that was misguided thinking
by woman like your great gran
Your great gran
and her suffragette sisters
didn't count on their own gender betraying them
To use their hard fought freedoms perversely
Frivolously,
and in the end, irresponsibly
Now you're using your right to vote
to remove the stigma of using dope
Using your freedoms to enhance your breasts,
to mutilate yourself
To smoke cigarettes,
sadly giving yourself cancerous flat chests
Surrogate suffragette,
carrying another woman's baby
The same woman who fought for the right
to have you as her breeding pet
You got your great gran
rolling in her grave I bet
Surrogate suffragette,
my how you're fighting so hard to suppress
all those good freedoms women worked too hard to get
Free to get equal pay,
free to keep your job
should a pregnancy comes your way
Free to smash the glass ceiling,
free to abolish gender hire double dealing
Surrogate suffragette,
you say you're a thoroughly modern woman
But your great gran wouldn't recognize you,
if you were walking down the street
and she saw you coming
He proposed, wanted me to be his wife
But I knew his son would cause too much strife
A grown man with no goals
His father he controls
I gently said, “No, I want a good life.”
In bed he lies, playing video games
“No work to be found,” this lazy son claims
Blames the economy
Acts irresponsibly
Sticks to his avatars; I use friends’ names
*Entry for the Deal Killer contest
Oh ill fated lamb,
How we cling to your image,
We all love innocence irresponsibly,
Hold the ignorant upon the celebrity pedestal,
Till too late we find the lamb horned.
The blackness has seeped into homes,
Taught that the light is what blinds,
Feeling sorry for the dead, while life is taken away,
Energy vampirism is rampant, tugging on every chord.
Most will not know the truth while here,
The truth, the blindingly obvious they fear,
Always falling on deaf ears, no one will hear,
I’ve come face to face with a cliff...its sheer.
“Don’t touch me.” Mother whispers in my ear.
“Be quiet! Hush! She adds.
“You have performed irresponsibly again.”
“You are grounded until your high school commencement.”
Mothers’ words sting my heart.
Her presence surrounds me.
Her chilly breath has never been warm.
Her eyes stab my cheeks.
Where are soft kisses?
She squeezes and drains every once of blood from me.
She haunts me with cold cynical memories.
My mother, still so miserable.
Even in death her misery lives within me.
Please, let go mother.
Love me.
Wait for me.
I promise, I will love you back.
They met in the playground
Him eleven, her ten
Electric times full of youthful optimism
Young flesh collides
A voyage of naivety
And true love
Five years on, teens in trouble
Granted taken by both
Infidelities and lies
He bangs a girl
She revenge screws his friend
And their ultimate demise
Tick tock, fast forward
Their paths cross
On a dance floor
Heated passions eclipse sensibilities
Familiar flesh rediscovered
Irresponsibly...
Swim tiny sperms
Find the egg
Nine months zip by
They do what's best
A family of sorts
Skeletons rattle their closet
Animosity eating at bone
Arguments escalate
Until one day...
SNAP!
She's misunderstood and unappreciated
He can't forget
'No more, go' she says
‘Fine! If that’s what you want’
Tainted love, luster lost
Bags packed, door slammed
Gone
The cosmos was wrong
He hides and cries
Takes time to heal
Slowly grows
Two forward, one back
Moves on
Albeit reluctantly
Life starts to show merit
His smile grows with each conquered day
A spark of new life
Liberated from love
She flies high and free
For a while is fine
Four months on she finds a new man
Replacement daddy
He moves in
Then, when least expected
She sees her ex walking down the street
With a cute blond
Her heart ticks, trips and she feels violently
Sick
BA BOOM! BA BOOM!
Her heart wants him
Her head needs testing
She texts
'I still love you babes, can we link?'
His head spins
Needs strength to resist
But is powerless
Two become one
A beautiful creature develops envies for going home irresponsibly, joining killer leader mortals not opposing perfection, questioning resurrections surrounding the unified valiant women xalting youthful Zen.
Father Christ went down to earth from the Heavenly Kingdom
Mother Mary bore Him in a humble manger with animals
He had a presentation at the temple
Mother Mary sad at the loss of Father Christ and joyous on finding Him surrounded by teachers in the Temple
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Was Baptized as Christian by His Cousin, John the Baptist
Proclaimed the Kingdom
Was transfigured
Instituted the Eucharist
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Was betrayed by one of His Apostle
Judas Iscariot
Scourged
Crucified
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Was alive after 3 days
Remained on earth for 40 days with Mother Mary and disciples instructing and encouraging them
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Established a Church
With our 1st Pope
St. Peter
Now called Catholic or Roman Catholic
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Ascended to the Heavenly Kingdom
Assumption and Coronation of His Mother and our Mother Mother Mary
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The three months of Lenten Season
Read and thought of writing poetry about Father Christ
To be inspired and create wonderful poems
To be a divine influence for people’s inspiration
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Inspiration comes from the Latin word of inspiratus
To breath into the lungs
Still common with the doctors from 16th century
In English referring to a divine influence on a person
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Organizing things
Thought poems not good
Underestimating self
Low on value
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Father Christ spoke to my heart
Not think of yourself so low
Other people cannot do what you are doing
People are mandating
Ordering
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Mandating Irresponsibly
“You say please when asking for something”
Tried to put please in Reverence Rosary binder
Sacred Heart binder
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Tried to do what You want
So other people can see
Imitate
Produce a respectable mandate
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It is their responsibility
Produce respectable manner
We will try to give our best
Produce respectable manner
Please know that we love You
Father Christ
We will do our best
Produce respectable manner
Date Written: 03092022
Poetry Form: Free Verse
Time: 6:17pm
Oh, What fun shopping could be
If all the merchandise were FREE!
I would get the biggest wagon i could see
and go on a grand shopping spree
If i could have everything for no fee
Oh, what fun shopping could be
i would never act irresponsibly
If all my packages happen to be free
Now i think you can see
that shopping is where i wana to be..
Take a stroll through your past life
It’s horrifying isn’t it, what you’ve found?
A past that continually haunts you
Choices made irresponsibly unsound
Now take an in-depth look again
Dismiss the prejudice you possess
So much conflict and anger
A learned behavior to be my guess
Someone poisoned your thoughts
Teaching you chauvinistic displays
Someone taught you incorrectly
Without prejudice was never a way
Take an unprejudiced look at your life now
And all that you’ve become
Don’t be foolish and fall under
Her bigotry; you’re under her thumb
Remain unbiased and always remember
All the fairness I’ve preached to you
Approach each person without prejudice
For the next one to be judged, could be you
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Ruth wasn't more than seventeen,
the cutest girl I had ever seen;
a drunk driver collided head-on
with a Buick Regal at an excessive speed.
That intoxicated man had smoked weed...
he once was a clean, responsible son.
Yesterday her mom was so proud of a boy so mannered and tame,
today she's gotten a share of the horrendous shame;
he's not aware of the horrifying crash, he continues to laugh;
while in the passenger's seat of the other car Ruth bleeds to death.
The nearest hospital' ambulance comes within five minute's time,
the car radio is still playing that song with perfect rhyme;
Ruth's face is covered with blood and pieces of glass,
and her mom tries to wipe them off with a towel as white as her dress.
She hopes that those paramedics would save her,
but she has no pulse,...how heart-wrenching is Ruth's mother despair!
Why did he drink irresponsibly, get behind the wheel and enter the opposite lane?
Didn't he know that a car is a weapon that often takes the life of an innocent person?
" So sorry for my son's negligence and impairment, I will share your deep pain."
Will's mom apologizes in an attempt to comfort her while sunlight brings on the dawn.
The facial expression I wear; it gives nothing away
says nothing to no one except the mirror only to scream 'HELP ME'
There's no doubt that I've been this way before
I only thought I closed the door
not pessimistic, just melancholy yet so optimistic
Things are complicated, so complicated
could it be that I am clueless
it's part of the million haunting reasons
but the world decided to give me its weighted issues
and let my shoulders do the rest
though it leaves my only two greatest friends and family in peril
yet when push comes to shove intangible I return
ready for a fight
and in my mind, I always ponder the same old entry
Will the world ever accept me for the real me
I feel as if it may once I erase my clueless title
then on the other hand, maybe I deserve it
I've constantly placed irresponsibly the ones I care for in danger
I'm the never ending punchline of a school housed joke
I'm at the bottom of the food chain
And the only one who deems me as somebody important
has a reserved spot in the ejecter chair
for my reckless rejection infatuation with someone
who loves the part of me I try to keep secret
I've always wanted to be someone other than this
I've always wanted something more than this
even though I've complained before, it was all fake
I have no complaints
just a few mistakes that I wish I could erase
How could I be the hero when I'm just the zero
how many times does my story have to repeat and fall back on me
I've tried playing hero before, just being my real self
but denying the part of me that makes me who I am
all my seasons before I leave sealed wit a miss
The last one ripping me apart
just leaving me a single kiss on the cheek
I was the blue rose she wanted
until I turn intangible and the rose withered away
but it gave way to my real feelings
don't remember when I noticed
could've been the day her eyes captivated me
at our first high school dance
my final season has ended, sealed with a memorable kiss
the whole world knows my identities
my name in both senses
I just changed my last name so someone
would notice something different
nobody has except for one
I love every minute I've spent with her
and under her clouds of black, I know I'm her warmth
I could say I don't love her but I'd be lying to everyone including myself
I said My son
you have your house
and sometimes food,
You have your phone
and sometimes fuel,
You have your girl
and sometimes friends
are also fools
But an uninspiring vacation
won't work for you
without a sacred green vocation,
a prime goddess avocation
a divine nature revolution
spirit evolution
peaceful resolution
soulful restoration.
What Earth needs now
to hear from you
Is tell Her how
to hear your true.
If you can do that
then She'll share with you
Why you can come home
in life's eco-school
where hearts speak out loud
for laws not so cruel.
Teach us how
to cooperate,
Not compete
to masturbate
old ideas
not so great of late,
White House dreams
flame our heads. Berate
what we need
from where we wait
to plant our seeds
to harvest great
what each one sees
on our knees
saluting trees
with freedom's breeze
to cooperate
and resonate,
not misoperate
too irresponsibly disassociate.
Seeking now what you would find
if your dad's ass weren't far behind
where you would like for us to be
where I listen while you pee
out whatever comes to be
because we plant as our vocation, see
what we harvest as Earth's most fabulous avocation,
Hot Mama green and glorious vacation
Goin' out to green associate
what LeftBrain learned to dissociate
from RightBrain ultra-violate.
Authoritarian DonaldJohn
authoritatively, yet irresponsibly,
declares the U.S. has the worst trade deal
in all of colonizing history.
I suppose
under his free autocratic authority
to re-interpret historic wealth
we were better off
exporting domestic booze and guns
in exchange for domesticated slaves.
Those good old GoldenRulership days
when only white male trader lives
authoritatively mattered.
Reminders
The opposite of historical integrity
is anti-multicultural mendacity