Best More Or Less Poems
I want more
More time to do more
More this and more that
Someone told me less is more
What do you think of that
If I had more money
I could buy more stuff
If I had more things
would it be enough
I'd eat more
have an extra scoop
At the other end
there'd be more poop
If I'm more smelly
I might have less friends
but I guess it depends
They may want more
More from me
More generosity
More trips
more insanity
More hands out
More questioning what I see
I'd have to be more careful
More intelligent
More astute
The more I'd have
The more I'd pollute
So instead
Do I want less
Yes less
Less time away from home
Less using my iPhone
Less stress
So it seems less is more
More or less
I need more time to confess
So I can be less of a mess
and more of a man
More and different
Better than I am
More importantly
I'd be blessed
Having less
Is a test
So that when
I have more
My own greed is addressed
I won't care who's impressed
I'll give to those in need
the ones who need more
Because sometimes
Less is just less
Those with more
should help clean up the mess
So in the end
Less or more
More or less
Be your best
Don't forget who you are
Either way be a blessing
and be blessed.
hid insecurities within
ambiguous humor &
convoluted whimsies,
rules consistently changing
in a game which required
hardly more than breath,
nothing less than obscurity
twisting a fallible fancy,
seizing day's intangibility
Ignorance is...
anxiety
depression
brain fog
vertigo
irritability
impulsivity
fatigue
light sensitivity
noise sensitivity
and a plague of hair-trigger rage
isolation
...not knowing.
Until another hit has you seeing stars
playing characters
with your symptoms
in movies and on TV
a syndrome
with a name
do you know that you are not crazy.
Knowing is...
more
and less broken.
*Post-Concussion Syndrome
I. Myth
A giant, I thought, fondly,
one that brought power first;
then, too, love, always love,
then, too, justice, wisdom;
you commanded the supplications
just as surely as your gods;
I thought it would reside in you
and preside over me forever.
II. More
Far more, I thought, fondly,
and gifts of bounty at hand;
then, too, power, always power,
then, too, justice, wisdom;
so, then, more the reward of good
and more the power of the reward;
you were sure it was yours
and divinity would surely follow.
III. Less
No less, I thought, fondly,
it was always these, I assumed;
then, too, those, always those,
then, too, less the malignant seed;
but assumption is deepest folly,
and greater exactitude held sway;
gone the lesser virtues,
less than the virtues pledged.
IV. Of And Or
I surely walked into a hemisphere
darkened by my own design;
but perhaps you walked, or lurched,
or clumsily something elsed;
perhaps into a hemisphere darker,
unwittingly darkened by folly;
I won't know until I get there,
and even then I might not.
27th June 2020
You can't build your future off of your past
Because that's a structure that will never last
It's like running full speed forward while looking back
Tell me how far do you think you'll get like that
How can you ever have a piece of mind
When your mind is always focused on what's behind
Leaves you walking thru life on a very thin line
And it keeps you trapped somewhere back in time
It's easy to move yourself forward and gain respect
But yet the mirror cast an image that's easy to detect
Cause your mind on the past thinking it'll happen next
Which leaves you bother and so complex
One lesson I've found , that took me so long to find true
You can only move forward by putting the past behind you.
It may leave you heartfelt and maybe a little blue
But you got to accept it or let it go and do what you do
Bricks from blood, bricks from the flood of Earth's mud,
bricks of clay, turf bricks, stone bricks, flesh bricks,
all shaped, treated and wrought in the furnace of Will,
texture of brick varies by material & method like animal behavior
projected to achieve certain results,
sometimes bricks are smooth or polished
or rough & pocked,
I have cracked bricks, large and small ones,
red & brown, white, black & beige ones,
some keep strong for eons,
some flake or crumble from weathering or ineptitude
some bricks I replace, some I repair or salvage
as birds reconstruct nests
ravaged by the tumult of atmosphere,
these bricks have personality, vitality, loyalty,
my bricks do not always withstand Life's bombardments
but they do serve their purposes,
I will survive where Jerhico, Constantinople, Berlin & Hiroshima ashed,
hut & hovel I have been,
pyramid & palace too,
a bakery, butcher's shop, and Baron's bastion,
a bunker and a boarding school,
always it is me,
a shelter of creativity -
J.A.B.
Millions of lives and souls untold
And to account it all
Words, lines, films
Imagination trims
A sliver of soft, scarlet ribbon
Hollywood rounds
Quills deliver
Writers flare with passion so strong
Filling minds with fantasies, reveries, histories
Tragedies
We consume it all like freshly baked bread
We feed until we are engorged and fed
A viral, universal mess
Ideas and unmade memories
Nothing more or less
My eyes remain glued to the screen
Living it all out
Tears dare to flow—to doubt
I should have thought of that
Can I truly let myself believe,
Someone else lived that!
Pound away your directors, script-writers, fighters
For miles and miles of stories remain unread
While the unknown remain in the grounds of humble malnourishment
Dead
Careers for the mind with a twist of the fable
Left us savage for the meal and the crumbs under the table
I can never let the raw truth rest
Naked, bare and empty—soothed
Nothing more or less
I cringed for originality
Observed the world through the unedited scripts
The very act, the poetry pact
The wild animal drooling in the back
I was slapped in the face by my boss who had cracked
As the reviews bloated less and less
They wanted something awful, something flaw-ful—something new
And this empty brain in agony—HISSED
I have lived in no epic battle of account
Of the collateral sufferings of my brothers
The stories the red carpet smothers
And still I ache to create
Before the other ones discover
I returned with ‘‘oh me’s’ and ‘oh my’s’’
With a work of pure genius—a storybook of lies
Nothing more or less
Little have I lacked to dream
Of contortioned pulls and dramatic fire
Stories that rarely brittle or tire
I fiddled with precious glass on edge
Foully eager for self-damage
As if it would trigger some legitimate spark
Searching for creatures and features in the dark
No one unlocked the passage that night
For the starving idea-parched malice of right
But all welcomed with open arms
A pale mannequin filled with jewels and charms
Consuming, fuming dooming
All ghosts hoping, screaming, looming
Hoping that one day they would find themselves on the big screen
Their legacy real as it can possibly get
Nothing more or less
I sit alone
watching the clock tick
how many minutes left?
Take less, give more
Complain less, thank more
Hate less, love more
Fake less, be real the more .
Break less, mend more
Sick less, fit more
Play less, read more
Fail less, achieve more.
Detain less, retain more
Stain less, honor more
Raze less, build more
Less less, more plus.
More or less
I heard their talks on the path
of more or less
both were shaking head at least
Honesty should be paste
road was dusty rim of the pants
Were blowing dust in addition
I closed nostrils both covering
By two dirty palms
I was behind rolling with them
hearing their interesting more or less
Faith of guys were cemented
I was gauging upon taste
I remembered to buy copies for boy
Entered into the shop
Entertainer on TV show
Dramatically trying to enter
Seconds past the shopkeeper there
didn't notice my attendance
I returned from there leaving him
forming different in mind
Green light drew my legs forwarded
Just cross the filthy road fast this time
The trend of behave and etiquette
All have shadow more or less
Thunder alerted me took step fast
You have forgot umbrella today
More or less simple living as if broken leg
shrunk in the mind
In sky flight of jet liner
Took my attention how it flies
A case of death by stoning man
need to bear more or less
Confusion remains in my mind
The way of dying day to day
wagging leg barking at me
Stray dog tried to chase me
these days government has left to poison
The poor dog roams food asking
More or less gathering of people
covering the road as if flood
In a minute from where they queue
as flies glutton on sweet cakes.
5/1/2016
deepak Chalise
4/29/16
Life and death
No and yes
More or less
The worst and best
Failure and success
Happiness and stress
Cleanliness and a mess
North, South, East and West
Wide awake or getting rest
Slow and fast
First and last
Small and vast
Fiction and facts
In the front and back
Falling apart or intact
The future and past
Treasures and trash
Used and stashed
Metal, aluminums and glass
Nowhere near or finally here alas
The whole thing and half
Above the dirt and ash
It'll melt and freeze
Among the land and seas
Here and there
By itself and in a pair
Common and rare
Clueless and aware
Not ready and prepared
Uneven and fair
Brave and scared
By: Dalton Ogletree
The more I do, the less is new
The less I do, the more for you
The less I do, the more is new
The more I do, the less to chew
Written by Gail DeBole
September 10, 2019
A couple had less – wanted more.
Were convinced that their lives were a snore.
Sold their house for a thrill.
Spent the money until
Lottery tickets covered the floor.
Spending months on their townhouse floor
Scratching tickets ‘til fingers were sore.
I’m sorry to say
Because of all that they paid
They ended up with LESS - and Not MORE.
Note: Based on a true story reported in a Michigan newspaper in the 1970's.
One of my favorite sayings,
one you may have heard before
Is from a movie that's set in the Depression era,
it's my personal verbal encore
It expresses my exasperated feeling
of being powerless and poor
That I would worry a lot less,
if I thought you worried more
Politicians always check the public's pulse
to find out what's goin' on
They always want the inside take
to know exactly what is wrong
But when it comes to poor people like me,
they really could care less
To them I'm just another unproductive voice
suffering from imaginary duress
They don't care about my trivial concerns,
like what am I goin' to eat
Or if it's really cold outside,
what am I goin' to put on my back and feet
They always say things are 'bout to get better,
and there's gonna be plenty of jobs galore
But I would worry a whole lot less,
if I really thought they worried more
Their economists say I'm making my woes
to be more than they really are
But in my 'hood all the stores are closed,
and to shop, I have to to travel very far
Let me give them a sad statistic
about the crime on my city block
911 is a lottery loser's joke
when you're in need of help from a cop
The rich say I'm just cooking up another scheme
with my assorted problem du 'jour
But I would worry a lot, lot less,
if I thought they worried, really worried more
Like the character in that movie,
who didn't use any sugar-coated finesse
Just putting into words all my frustrations,
how I feel about things more or less
My hope had been all but squeezed out..like an orange at 6 am.
The pressures of life the strongest forces on me.
As I watched my hair turn to gray.
Then she came to me in an email,
this girl from so long ago.
As I told her of the feelings I hid
this girl from so long ago.
I said how I stood close behind her,her hair I was trying to sniff.
I said "only you would I do this"
I still dont know- why this I did.
When I opened my email to read it.
I thought about so long ago..
I remembered excitiment and fear being around her..
and again my hands started to shake...this girl from so long ago..
She said "I am not the same person,
not the girl from so long ago."
My hope started finally returning as I spent summer weeks by her side.
I spoke of a future together I said I'd no longer hide.
She dumped me in an email,she was not the girl from back then.
and I'm left almost hopeless again.
RJM2014