Best Less Is More Poems
my needs are simple
when isolated
from my wants
it took a while
to realize
my many wants
were mere
obstructions
preventing me
from
focusing
on my dreams
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~GATEKEEPER~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on December 18, 2018 for contest MINIMALISM sponsored by CECELIA HOPKINS-DREWER - RANKED 1ST
Why not
Loose
To gain
Momentum
In class
With
Those
Who
Surpass
Vengeance.
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Technology is changing day by day,
the benefits? enormous, one might say,
is miniaturization a price too high to pay?
not necessarily the smart and prudent way.
Gemstones aren't what they're purported to be,
take that cuff link, a microprocessor,
what used to take acres and acres of space
now resides on the top of his dresser.
Tie clips and navel rings, earrings with studs
contain microchips too small to see,
snapshots are routed to secret computers,
surveillance directed at you and at me.
As fate would have it, I have diminished,
a 6 footer, now 2ft 4inches,
soon I'll be able to date a REAL 'bird'
and cavort with the crows and the finches!
It must be my penance, I spoke out of turn
and maligned the creator, the hedonist,
who pleasures the masses with tablets and iPods,
and removed me from his Merry Christmas list.
Small is as small does so I gravitate,
and follow these micro-bit players,
I am so tiny, can hardly be seen,
as black widows become midget-slayers.
Confined to my basement I look for a way
to escape my arachnoid aggressors,
I squeeze through a slit in the mesh at my window
and plead, as with all good confessors.
Out in my garden I stare at the stars,
just a minuscule speck in the firmament,
and wonder how I might reverse my misfortune,
not suffer the lot of the helpless and spent.
It's much too late now to redress my transgressions,
so I must make do with my life as it stands,
and hope when I shrink 'til no vestige is left of me
He will be present to welcome me home.
Technology is changing day by day,
the benefits? enormous, one might say,
is miniaturization a price too high to pay?
not necessarily the smart and prudent way.
Gemstones aren't what they're purported to be,
take that cuff link, a microprocessor,
what used to take acres and acres of space
now resides on the top of his dresser.
Tie clips and navel rings, earrings with studs
contain microchips too small to see,
snapshots are routed to secret computers,
surveillance directed at you and at me.
As fate would have it, I have diminished,
a 6 footer, now 2ft 4inches,
soon I'll be able to date a REAL 'bird'
and cavort with the crows and the finches!
It must be my penance, I spoke out of turn
and maligned the creator, the hedonist,
who pleasures the masses with tablets and iPods,
and removed me from his Merry Christmas list.
Small is as small does so I gravitate,
and follow these micro-bit players,
I am so tiny, can hardly be seen,
as black widows become midget-slayers.
Confined to my basement I look for a way
to escape my arachnoid aggressors,
I squeeze through a slit in the mesh at my window
and plead, as with all good confessors.
Out in my garden I stare at the stars,
just a minuscule speck in the firmament,
and wonder how I might reverse my misfortune,
not suffer the lot of the helpless and spent.
It's much too late now to redress my transgressions,
so I must make do with my life as it stands,
and hope when I shrink 'til no vestige is left of me
He will be present to welcome me home.
Nobody told God "less is more" so He used more to make me.
Technology is changing day by day,
the benefits? enormous, one might say,
is miniaturization a price too high to pay?
not necessarily the smart and prudent way.
Gemstones aren't what they're purported to be,
take that cuff link, a microprocessor,
what used to take acres and acres of space
now resides on the top of his dresser.
Tie clips and navel rings, earrings with studs
contain microchips too small to see,
snapshots are routed to secret computers,
surveillance directed at you and at me.
As fate would have it, I have diminished,
a 6 footer, now 2ft 4inches,
soon I'll be able to date a REAL 'bird'
and cavort with the crows and the finches!
It must be my penance, I spoke out of turn
and maligned the creator, the hedonist,
who pleasures the masses with tablets and iPods,
and removed me from his Merry Christmas list.
Small is as small does so I gravitate,
and follow these micro-bit players,
I am so tiny, can hardly be seen,
as black widows become midget-slayers.
Confined to my basement I look for a way
to escape my arachnoid aggressors,
I squeeze through a slit in the mesh at my window
and plead, as with all good confessors.
Out in my garden I stare at the stars,
just a minuscule speck in the firmament,
and wonder how I might reverse my misfortune,
not suffer the lot of the helpless and spent.
It's much too late now to redress my transgressions,
so I must make do with my life as it stands,
and hope when I shrink 'til no vestige is left of me
He will be present to welcome me home.
Technology is changing day by day,
the benefits? enormous, one might say,
is miniaturization a price too high to pay?
not necessarily the smart and prudent way.
Gemstones aren't what they're purported to be,
take that cuff link, a microprocessor,
what used to take acres and acres of space
now resides on the top of his dresser.
Tie clips and navel rings, earrings with studs
contain microchips too small to see,
snapshots are routed to secret computers,
surveillance directed at you and at me.
As fate would have it, I have diminished,
a 6 footer, now 2ft 4inches,
soon I'll be able to date a REAL 'bird'
and cavort with the crows and the finches!
It must be my penance, I spoke out of turn
and maligned the creator, the hedonist,
who pleasures the masses with tablets and iPods,
and removed me from his Merry Christmas list.
Small is as small does so I gravitate,
and follow these micro-bit players,
I am so tiny, can hardly be seen,
as black widows become midget-slayers.
Confined to my basement I look for a way
to escape my arachnoid aggressors,
I squeeze through a slit in the mesh at my window
and plead, as with all good confessors.
Out in my garden I stare at the stars,
just a minuscule speck in the firmament,
and wonder how I might reverse my misfortune,
not suffer the lot of the helpless and spent.
It's much too late now to redress my transgressions,
so I must make do with my life as it stands,
and hope when I shrink 'til no vestige is left of me
He will be present to welcome me home.
Road Less Traveled
Tongue-tied relentless brain
Take a step back, realize your game
Overcome the noise - quiet the rain
Release grips on rising blame
Quick reactions stumble and fall
Emotionally bruised and raw
Crowded, pushed up to the wall
Shy, outspoken words of flaw
Personal boundaries cut from clay
Silent crowds still to tame
Reactive moments every day
Shifting focus away from shame
Speak from the temple within
Respect earned, not given
Straightened spine and a lifted chin
Spin a new web while remaining driven
Frankii Fame
Where less is more or more or less
belongings serve to make.
That poorer people lead the way
in habits sure to wake.
To want for what is more than need
and feel your body ache.
While forced to find your own excitement
and live with what you make.
Where joy will come to you in time.
Your patience for the wait.
To find it where you'd least expect-
from others with your fate.
If you don’t want much…
Than a little is a lot
Possessions can own you
Heart and soul
To most they’re a crutch
Needed likely as not
Yet are just another onus upon you
And they play a greedy role
For the more you want
The more you need
Pride a predacious creature
And once takes root
It becomes…a pernicious
Insistent preacher
Less is more…
It’s carefree life
In many ways…
Devoid of strife
More oft than not
So if you want for less
Tis more truth than guess
That a little…Is a lot…
Less is more, so they say
I am not sure what they mean by the way
Just say what you mean and mean what you say
Then your words will find a way
I just write to make myself happy
Then if someone else finds it snappy
It was worth the thought I invested
That somehow makes my words poetic
As my poetry is my distinction
I never mind if I have the wrong diction
Less is more but more is better
But who says so, well I never!
Just write me a letter
With just three words
And as long as they are all yours
They will be the best I have ever read or heard
So just keep writing
As it's not so absurd
Even if they say
I ?*** ?xx
Then I will truly believe you
DAMO x
"Be not careless in deeds, nor confused in words, nor rambling in thoughts." (Marcus Aurelius)
In certain moments, less is more.
It's regarded as a cliche,
but when you think hard about it,
it is true in many cases.
I'm not thinking in terms of wealth-
in certain moments, less is more.
Imagine a boring topic,
now someone rambles on about-
tax refunds, software management-
a bacterial infection.
In certain moments, less is more.
It will benefit everyone.
Think back to middle and high school-
your math teacher talking about
their lunch, then algebra, then pens.
In certain moments, less is more.
Fashion, the fresco of generational passion
keeps pace with the sprint of rushing times.
Like an art-form it makes cleaved impression,
modernity worn even if body contours don’t rhyme.
Vision blank, she cat-walks the fashion track,
dormant desire turns her to an exhibit called style.
A bedecked sheep trailing the peer pack,
proud of floating on current of vogue all the while.
Travelling backward on minimalistic pathway,
a derivative image she carves for people to adore.
In sweeping winds of time present she likes to sway,
thinking fashionably, less is more.
November 16, 2019
Contest : Fashion
Sponsor : Julia Ward
Solitary Times When Less Is More, TY
I can
do more,
write less,
keep score,
This moment, I can, hope to write less.
With much leaner pen, do more, keep score.
8-13-2019
Syllables Per Line:2 2 2 2 9 9
Your Turn For A Tyburn Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina
Sobriety is the key,
The missing key all these years,
Covid-19 has taught us moderation,
Muted celebrations,
No scale, pomp or extravagance,
No more crowds,
An uncertain world,
Covid-19 made us rethink,
Social distancing is happening,
Minimalist approaches,
In today’s toxic environments,
We need to come together,
For a better shared future.