Best Meaninglessly Poems

© Charles H Keys, 2011.  All Rights Reserved

Talking anxiously to myself,
Thoughts fresh of the new,
Some deliberate, others not,
Thoughts old and forgotten,
Mostly familiar or so it appears.

Still wondering why 
Am I here? Or maybe not.
Is not the grass still green? 
And the snow ... white...

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Sisyphus wished to overcome the death,
This the gods did never like, the myth says;
It's hence they decided to take his breath,
In ways other than the very death plays.

They gave him a big boulder, the myth reads,
To carry it from the foot of a hill;
To its...

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Beyond
These trivial pursuits
The day looms long,
Largely unused, unplanned,
Promising unimportant
Activities.
Anticipating alternatives,
Inertly I idle,
Mind meandering meaninglessly,
Mildly morose,
Diffident, diffuse,
And aimless....

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You are beautiful, 
The old men find you irresistible.
The men, well dressed, 
Leg crossed, 
Sitting in their shops, 
Whistling as you take stops.
You catwalk, 
The *****cat never again walk.
Guys watching, your hips twisting, 
East to west.
Who will woo you first? 

I adore you, 
But give...

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most are unusual some mundane ~ one logs in mostly to complain 

most are encompassing some refrain ~ one writes rebukes sounding insane 

most are sophisticated some quite plain ~ one adds nothing just distain 

most are original some entertain ~ one seeds hatred, sounds...

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Is it that time again
Is it time once again
for me to stand before this jury
and repeat the words I'm sorry
for me to stand before this council
list my excuses for being away for so long
What's the point
I have no more excuses
I'm just searching for my results
Results
well...

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In no time, seconds tick to minutes and minutes hasten to hours 
Hours run full speed to days, days grow wings and fly to become weeks 
Then months, years, decades…. 
Like a flash, all this like a flash, life is too short 

Because life is...

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Occasionally I dream.
Black ominous spots in my closed eyes.
Dreams I never remember,
Dreams I don't want to remember.

For when I do I cringe with fear
Sit in a corner of my darkened room,
Trying unsuccessfully to forget.	

Fitful recurring dreams,
That leaves the palate dry,
Devoid of savored zest,
Flat as unleavened...

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Self-perfidy ignites the story again
Contemptuously, I run to my patience's edge;
Strain it further, till I make the inner-burst.
Then, retreat callously, pricked by mundane-me.


Stuffing disgust, within air already replete with loathe
Growing old meaninglessly was never been so apparent.
Earthly cravings enshroud 'tomorrow-shines' Dreams  
Habituated to condone...

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Such a immense pain I feel
 when i realize that I am not the sun
 that illuminates your life ...
   Distress even greater when perceive
 that your moon has settled
    on the darker side
 that I don't notice ..
 And...

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So meaninglessly mean with florescent gloss
A room in town with soft coughs and smiles
Stories are to told of condolences, loss
Its tubular chairs screech on polished tile

We waiting here to be cautiously revealed 
Await the ordinary releasing whispering sighs
Await prescriptions of hope to be filled
Only the...

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While they danced, Frances 
visualized her high school days. 
She could hear 
the 50s music 
superimposed on the beats 
she was hearing with her ears. 

These days, they tell you where the rhythm is, 
you don't have to feel it. As they danced, 
bumping with...

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The non-exsistant nature of things most desired fuels a heart
already marred with disdain and disfugured with impropreity.
The heart turns inward wrapping itself into a bleeding barbed wire prison.
For that pain reveals disturbing forgetfulness.
As the red current laughs wickedly, 
choking out honesty in tiny pin pricks...

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Memory plays ‘hide-and-seek’.
Mind is a sorry seeker in this game.
A doctor prescribes to cure ‘the void’.
It’s a learned hypocrisy.

Words clash one another on Mrs.Pathu’s
tongue and fall down meaninglessly.
Infancy is reborn in the wet
shade of her Alzheimer’s.

Memory sets in her present
and rises in her past.
Intermittently falling...

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beckoning a dream, without the repulsion of bodies best set
together. the same dancing decaying soul overwhelming itself
again. the perpetual act of destroying lucidity.  watch as it 
consumes me through her eyes... inferring an unreasonable
consciousness, screaming for calamity of a solitary heart!
even my reflection creeps...

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