Best Meaningless Poems
We deceive ourselves,
To try to hide from our own
Insignificance.
Full title:
LIFELONG, MEANINGLESS MUSINGS MEAN EVERYTHING OF NO VALUE
aka
OFF THE WALL RAMBLINGS
After upscale meals, I know no relief
until I somehow pick my un-fancy teeth.
Serve me good food in my own home
and these same teeth leave me alone.
At work, when I am approached by someone
who wishes to run some questions by me,
I silently laugh at an image most fun –
question marks toting briefcases as they run.
When my hands are dish-washing sudsy
or toting a large box for some distance,
an air fairy enjoys itching my nose nutsy
until I concede and scratch it roughly.
Any new clothes I hang up that are white,
closet creatures beat with yellow chains
and their marks will not wash out of sight.
The more I love it, the more yellow remains.
Things do grow legs and then walk away.
I tend to nest surrounded by my stuff.
I will not move, but my stuff will parade,
decay, migrate, and evade me, sure enough.
There exist an invisible, rude agitator
who throws dirt inside my refrigerator.
Every week or so, this frig mini-meanie does put
grime, spots, ice-hard raised trails and odd soot.
My air fairy, closet creatures and frig mini-meanie were all to me, assigned.
I know this because I often move and still, it is where I go that they find.
... CayCay Jennings
November 24, 2016
When Meaning Is Meaningless
The value of life is delicious debris
When meaning is meaningless
The victims search bread crumbs in the bounteous stale loaf
The light of nude night blinks blindness
What does meaning mean for life at the edge?
for ant’s feasting in farmished frocks
I find flames from the bottomless fire of life
If you seek meanings on this ploughed lanes
You sing museless songs of leprous crochets
When meaning is meaningless
Those who saw off meaning say:
‘See this sense with little sense and
keep this lunacy living in the silent hut’
The dire strait of sense- less bigots
Stifle the lobes of logic-quotient that can midwife meaning
What meaning is in our meaning?
Around the carnary class of misfiring mermaids
What meaning do we allot a life laden in scars
From fiery vaults and heart brakes from many lovers.
We shall find the missing syllables and symphonies
And sing songfuls in the sweet seraphdom
In shadow's tomb—
A dim, aimless flicker...
Void's grip, timeless
claims all.
Fantomsound: life's song is just a cognition in the null.
Rain, pain—
Stardust, dust, flesh
patternless on oblivions loom.
Decay's dance a molderwaltz,
Fingers grasp at phantoms
no hope
Peace in the abyss's open arms. Not…
Unveiled—darkness, despair's shroud
enigma's veil.
Hearts, no soul, toll; unpaid.
Dreams surrendered.
Woe's tale on wastesphere's icy breath.
Void's sigh,
Sun bleeds on the endless fight.
Souls adrift, yearning
churning, burning
Accept, the void's silent
starlit song mute.
From nothing, is nothing, in nothing /
to nothing, for nothing
Fade to black...
The
Two
Pairs of eyes
Clicking
Between
The glass
The hand
Waving goodbye
To the hands
Across the glass
The crinkle
In the dimple
Etched on
Fingers on
Backpack
Worn and snug
The constant nagging
But they forgot
Why
The intention
Behind
At this point
Meaningless
Yet
Meaningful
Interactions
The start of
Something
They don’t
Even know
What
She was as radiant as the sun
Her skin shone like the moon
Like flowers blossom in June
Far back in time
I could remember
From January and down to December
We boasted about the virtues of our wives
But it was the rape of Lucretia
That struck me like a thousand knives
And of the valour and honour
Which we so cherish in our lives
A never ending voyage
In a sea of mystery
So that our good deeds will be written in scrolls
And books of history
Survival is a game we play each day
In this world of misery
In search of gold coins
We dig deep in to the earth's core
I search of wealth
We open up new frontiers
But not any more
Forgetting the destruction we do each day
And back with our own coins we shall pay
Opportunities are abound
But not for us all
Except those giants and goblins who dream tall
And like a jobless youth who watches time fly
And blames his government for his woes till the day he dies
I am the master of my fate
But I need the divine guidance of the Lord
To show me the path that will make me great
Thinking is a gift
Which is inspired by God
Inherited by a few
Especially those who seek the Lord
Knowledge is that which we seek in return for answers
Ideas are like music
Played to the three merry dancers
These meaningless verses that I write
Is so easy to decipher
Get on board this scholarly bus
And I will be your mentor and adviser
Tantalizing paws upon her finessed bust
Potent mindful deception over her anatomy
Forced wrench of her vibrant razzmatazz cowlick
A metamorphic transformation within
Dissonant mar amongst her collar
Whomping breeze out of her bronchi
Writhing towards that holy grail
Orgasmic passion trickles down her spine
Contortionist psyche without a footprint of regret
A Woman brimming with a phobia of reality
Demands to be exposed to her rightful residence
In this hideous terrene around her
A clever horse grazes grass before the dawn phases,
out in the open field, a man gazes,
and amuses as destruction causes.
Due to a river changing courses,
Due to the man's travesty of resources.
this existence is meaningless
i don’t understand
i don’t understand
why me?
the cliché echoes in empty air
but is amplified in my soul
as no other question
holds such validity
as this.
this existence is meaningless
i am out of control
the tears that seem to be perpetually
running down my cheeks
i don’t even feel their dampness
on my skin
they just reabsorb and recycle
back into more tears
a loop never-ending
and vicious
giving no relief from the constriction
in my throat and chest
not even to breathe
this existence is meaningless
and this small apartment
seems to close in around me
compressing my thoughts
into a ball
hardly recognizable, hardly coherent
except a call of help
except a scream of pain
to which there is no answer
except resounding silence.
this existence is meaningless
i lose my grip on reality
as the world falls away
and all i can see is the people
the hot burning gas of stars
burning brightly
brightly laughing at me
as i spin quickly
into oblivion.
this existence is meaningless
“I sword to God that I’d never be
What I’ve become”
and yet my faith
as if i had any to begin with
has faded in the background
of my life
i cannot tell anymore
between happiness
and sadness
they say you need one
to have the other
but they both feel the same to me now.
this existence is meaningless
“Nobody’s home
Broken inside”
i hear words sung
and hear thoughts mimicked
or recognize their repetition
in everything i see
what comes through my senses
is filtered through the lens
my mind puts up
drunk and staggering
on toxic tears.
this existence is meaningless
i am held
but feel not the arms around me
i am immune to the love rained down on me
it rolls off
discarded in a pool at my feet
and my wall to the outside
is not permeable
i can see out
but no one can see in
and nothing
comes through
to effect or change
the bitter turn my heart has taken
i am walking now
on a path that moves underneath me
so that i go nowhere
even if i run
the only place i reach
is the ground
as i collapse from exhaustion.
this existence is meaningless
and no matter how hard i try
to find a point
this life i lead
doesn’t lend itself
to questioning
and so stays mute
while i am left with a sinking feeling
that things will never change.
Stumbling through existence
having passive days and active nights
your happiness a facade
contemplate promises were made
wonder are they kept safe
but past is a cloud of haze
don't look any further don't turn your face
it was dawn when i met u it'll be dusk when we call it a day.
Meaningless Numbers
The worst numbers are those with rough edges
Perversions of nature not smooth or level
With odd forms and shapes
Having them around insults circles
And the innocent curved numbered ones
Meaningless, are the digits not used
If there is more than one, figures get confused
Line them up with math and logic
Hold them against the wall with clues
Find some matches, loose and dry
Place a bomb, lit fuse, beside them
They will not move or tell the truth
They won’t go screaming into the night
They mimic all other numbers to make them numb
Not alive, not to imply they are dead
They are to be hated for that
And when the remainder remains the same
You can count on them for nothing
Their impertinence explains it all
Meaningless numbers are everywhere
Shameless, as even the old ones look the same
I don’t know their names and can’t explain absurdity
When shopping I have to take a number and wait
A cause and effect that escapes me and reason
Crawl out from your crevice, young one.
The atmosphere rains a vomitous path
divulged, displayed before you in
christening malaise, ending between
your pointless therapy sessions and
my overworked kidneys.
Tally the score, or be a bore.
Our favorite whore is no more.
My days and nights merge strangely into one
The waning moon transforms to blazing sun,
and time no longer means a single thing
My sanity has flown on tempter's wing
I see the world in muted shades of grey
My words get tangled up each time I pray
My thoughts are lost inside an endless maze
I walk from room to room in silent daze
The meaning of existence murky still
No dogma and no creed the void can fill
There's only Christ; the rest is circumstance
That afterlife exists, I'll take the chance
I count the moments of each passing day,
and try to make it through them, come what may
They say its darkest just before the dawn
Before the sun appears, my hope is gone
This world, this place, this room is just a tomb
I lie enshrouded here in cloths of gloom
Oblivion will keep me company
Till resurrection day, don't look for me.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Strolling down the road
The fresh air of spring,
Amidst the rustling of leaves
And whoosh of the
pleasant breeze,
A calmness of the self sets in,
no thoughts only a lost
Soul in a beautiful wonderland.
A name not given,
A mind not known,
Only the world that is seen
Today finds its power in
The hope of resilience.
Nature winds itself in the
Realization of this truth, the
Soul lost in a thoughtless space,
Makes way for another journey
A journey that everyone will
Face once and still not know.
Mean is meaningless,
has not
it’s meaning here, I
proclaim
without which he will
die and rot
lest it my cruel beast
shall tame
forked tongue speaks only
violence
doomed fate by kind word or
belief
extinguish and stake claim it’s’
silence
turning peaceful over
new leaf
no value rendered is
but nil
his only power I
assign
I’ll mount him not from
molehill
to him mind’s peace do I
resign
Intention does define
one’s deed
bearing fruitless vine, Mean
does sow
may I not gossip, bear
this seed
bless, in you that, Mean’s seed
not grow
tolerance of Mean, I
refuse
wish words reflect my kind
intent
this world may we all then
infuse
Same song, sung again,
and sent
we know not what harm we
may cause
with cruel intentions’ turn
of phrase
might words break tender heart
because
we mend words, yet mend not,
our ways