Best Naught Poems
Free Verse rhyme
For the cause of naught, all wars have been fought
For in Love’s true entity, God provided a plenty
For the cause of naught, hate has been wrought
Sin was the begin of naught, for which greed of wars are fought
For cause of naught, lust was thrust, from mind of dust
For `tis naught therein the mind doth trust
God’s dread, as proverbial cat was led, mind’s curiosity was fed
The naught by curiosity fed, to the mind was dead, as God hath said.................(Gen. 2;17)
The debt of God’s dread, His Son, to the naught of humanity was fed
The derivative mind, thrust forth into life
Departed from life, entered into strife
Now the tree of naught, the mind is wrought
`Tis naught, within the mind, where war is first fought
It has been said; War is Hell
But hell is a soul at war with God and self
Un-- till,--- by total destruction,-- nothing is left,--- of ego self
The conclusion of naught,--- `tis mind’s illusion
Economic self destruct, by the naught of mind’s luck......................(Rev. Ch 17 & 18 Harlot)
For `tis by two party feed,-- `tis America’s mind greed
By the corporate course, they shall have to force------Us
Eventually Love will intercede, swallowing the mind’s greed
A Mosaic seed, shall swallow Corporate greed, Even,
As it doth feed, thinking it `tis,-- itself-- God speed
For the “Naught” Christ’s blood bought!!!
10-30-09
What you do here, is your job, life, future and health.
Without each one of these, there will be no wealth.
Apply and learn each day that you live and breathe.
Give your all in whatever you do, protect with a sheave.
Don’t ever think, what you do, is just a plain job.
If you let this happen, it is your soul, spirit you rob.
What you do makes a difference, in someone’s life.
What mistakes you make, causes someone strife.
So take a new look, at what you do, every day for pay.
Take pride, take revelation look, and see life’s display.
Give thanks for all the work you do, with praise or not.
For without you and what you do, everything is for naught.
Nothingness is real
zeroes hold a place for me
empty as my heart
Today I learned that all is naught, and naught is all..
I have been seeking, unconsciously, unaware,
Only to learn that all that I ever wanted to be was a seeker,
Out ward lies but a pale reflection of the magnificent kingdoms that reside within,
And here I was seeking scraps amongst the ruins that the fake outside threw at me,
While the bounty lies untouched, getting duskier, murkier, and fading to be lost forever, without a trace,
With millions of padlocks of ignorant births vying to seal it shut, before my very eyes while I watched impassively mesmerized by the play,
how miserably blind have I been and how deaf,
To the truth hidden in plain sight, and the song of truth hidden in the silence.
How badly I have missed the pacific embrace of my maker, the liberating, exhilarating, peaceful.
Yes I have always had a feeling of being watched by a million eyes, which is spied through the corners of my own, and heard hushed muffled cries felt warm tears being shed every time I fell.
How many bewildering disguises exclusively designed to fool me?
What a fool I have been to think I was a nobody, when there is somebody as badly in need of me, as badly as I am in need of he.
He who cast me out of my perfectitude, into the microcosm of infinitesimallity .
Only to quietly but surely blow me back the way from whence I came,
Like a dry leaf moves so mildly in a breeze as though on its own accord.
His disguises fast wear thin as I see him in all, I shall catch him soon..
For him, I have long sought, he who taught me,
Naught is all and all is naught.
You stole my THOUGHTS, but all for naught, as first i DO --
Ha, ha! Joke's on you
December 26, 2019
A Thief who Steals your Thoughts contest
Sponsor: Bobby May
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The lights flicker on and off
The end of the world was naught
There was a time of love
But then it disappeared
Because all wished for an end that was near
Dear one, would you ever listen to me?
I used to cry all night
Thinking that you wouldn't
Do you see the misery?
Do you see the tears spring from my heart?
Do you understand the words that I utter?
Haven’t you heard the world is naught?
It feels like everyone around me has lost the battle
Because there was no side to take this time
Everyone fell into temptation
And all humiliation was brought upon the Griffin’s claw
A state of bewilderment filled the air
And all we ever heard were words
That would never sink in
And that’s when sin crawled in
Nevertheless we watched it crawl and creep
Like a snake twisting and turning on the hills
He was under and over all of us
Everywhere we felt the pangs of depression
Because somehow the words coming through
Could not heal what the snake had burrowed
The people gathered together
Trying to figure out all that had happened
Somehow they all knew what was to come
Soon they would figure out what lies ahead
And what lies ahead is forever known by One
The disdain reigned upon the earth
Never to be seen by those of mirth
And we all wait
We keep waiting
And my heart and body is shaking
The world is coming to an end
Its quaking
Its over its over
Tonight we must fight for our rights
But the rights are not clear
And they sear
Hope is out of sight
Everyone is gathering up fear
That’s all we ever did
When we came together
The fear accumulating in frail weather
We tore us all down
And one by one
All smiles turned into a frown
We were wearing the death crown
And everyone around us looking our way
Directed us down
And the words sprung into light
Dandelions fly above our heads
No one catches this knowledge
We’re on edge
Always up, never down
--Another collab with my brother David. : )
Your wrongful sins – your mind can’t wrap itself around it…it still denies
As my racing thoughts keeps asking those ridiculous why's
I tried my hardest to protect you from your own mistakes…leave the past behind you
(hit the brakes)
Don't let me go, please...I know our time is almost up
Don't cut me off...don't rage wars in your mind...suicidal fatality fills your mind with plastic relief...
It will bring grief upon us...so, don't say those words...
Tell me one thing before you go away forever leavving me in grief
I'm hanging on the branches...tomorrow is way too far away...let's embrace our young spirits
Like dying angels we fly away apart like birds
YOU shattered me with thoughtless words...the beat of your heart...is thumping so absurd...releasing herds (of distress and stress and pushing me back in my emotional mess)
You once was my hearts dearest
You're so far...yesterday's tomorrow shines on like a star...
Dream on wherever you are
You once had my mind and heart at it's very clearest
Nightmares will fad
fade*
and something else will be at ease and heal - that scar...
You pushed me so very far
Right now, let's do what we should've started long ago
Give me a scar that I can show
We got right now...we're running out of time...go with the flow...of the blessed breeze...and be marinated in the sun's glow
To remind me to save myself from what I thought was bliss before we both must go
There's no use of crying nor is there any excuses for lying
I grieved you as I watched you slit your wrists - painted red with shameful lusts...and I cried...cried...cried...
For my loving heart and caring ways are all slowly fading and dying
A R i v e r
Sick of pretending that I have the ability to keep on flying
But I must keep on trying
Save me
Believe in me
Reflect on me
Pain hurt and disloyalty to me you only deliver
You smoked me out like a cigarette
The moment I said yes, I submitted to pleasure, then regret
From your corrupting ways I felt I still fret
bit by bit
it changes the world
one naught one
naught
bit by bit
it changes you
one naught one
naught
one day
you will be
one naught one
naught
and
one naught one
naught
will be you
Cobbles cooing collectively collaborating chaotically charmed churches. Steeple not a steep incline? And waltz with the vestry at noon prompt. But only when the sub sun is at a climax of a hundred. Kilowatt jewels then. Adorn the crown and relinquish a rebellious rift from fifteen rafts. Sail then. Ship no shape. A return in a rotating wind is a perfect journey to a sunken shrine. And game of chess is a great way to pass the time in a wind tunnel with no wind breaker. Don't give a beaker to a beak nor a funnel to a muzzle. And be aware that those that seek to shatter bolts will have to contend with the screws, the nails, and the drills jumping out from boxes. It is rather peculiar to sit and stare at a clod of earth then wish it away. So that the omission is far removed from a tainted terror of land combustion. But no busts. No way. No directional flow in a suit. Whichever way the flightless animal goes gossip ensures. And a frightened fish on a plate carefully caresses a potato chip. And the peas sigh very loudly in uniformed unison. Hahahaha organ grinder of third fortress flying hahahaha weaponry wheel whipping waves. Hahahaa tension tentacles. Hahaha drones delightfully drumming xxxxx incredulous z with p y q. Reporting live from point 8, 900, 9090.00000001. Ok. X
I dreamt a dream of a woman./
(And) I saw things upon which I had no belief./
Was this some fiery goddess or an angel sent down to me?/
And so I fathomed.../
By myself, what her and I did til the day that we touched./
And so seeing you, I wondered.../
Where do you come from???/
And if so.../
Where have we met???/
Maybe some purgatory or some past life seen./
No matter where that may be,/
That's neither here nor there./
What matters here and now, is.../
Where again can we meet./
You're a wildfire in essence/
Traversing a sea;/
The cause and effect of the ripples that are the construct of my dreams./
If these dreams had a face.../
Then yours I would see./
If these dreams had a thought.../
Then you is what they'd think./
I can try to hide the fact, that I'm more or less inveigled by you./
Nevertheless.../
I'm sure you've seen through that mask./
You've seen that I can't take my eyes off of you./
Some things just can't be helped.../
Like how these thoughts leap forth from my brain,/
Repelling their way down.../
Way down through the fine channel of this ink-pen's dark vein.
Same can be said of your beauty.../
It's so hypnotic, (It's) like my kryptonite./
I can't help to succumb to it./
All the balls in the world, and this bad ass attitude,/
Can never hide the fact, that I can't stop thinking about you./
This part
the debut
of my golden era
So many years
of labor from
but a child
continue
The senses fade
Waterworks rush
to precipitous edge
as I study the fall
and its consequence
My eyes are dimmed
Cognition fades
I grew my tresses long
and luxurious
donned a gown
on a body
wanting for nourishment
but love is nowhere
I find no reason to celebrate life
This was last chance
Dreams of travel
are no more
I know not
where I belong
The future
falls from view
My heart finally
weeps through
faded windows
Hope seeks hope
as this frame
crumbles to naught
I simply am.
My spirit stands
as a robot
awaiting commands.
Maybe this
is finally
my purgatory
for having loved you.
Naught for the Faint in Heart
Harrowing bloodcurdling decapitations, decomposing cadavers, and spine-tingling minions of apparitions,
that unravels in this gothic horror too spooky for the sane,
a haunted house wizard's necromancy as orbs creeps out the culled to unnerving extreme conditions,
with levitations abound as specters possess those they drain,
a witch incantations o'er boiling cauldron with the eyes of newt, whorling bats, hooting owl renditions,
arched black cat hissing as the mangled mouse shrieks wane,
hair-raising tools of chainsaws, pitchforks, guillotines, scythe, thumbscrews, and fatal games of volitions,
petrified palpitations immeasurable to read a pulmonary vein.
2020 October 30
*5th Place*
8 Lines of Spooky Rhyme
~~Tania Kitchin
Be there the bight of a November drain
turned off tattered ruffles blotted feign
a ledged I removed and tender earlobes
waif yonder spectral possession probes
cracked nut overture eighteenth twelve
emptied shells retiring indicative delve
drain feign earlobes probes twelve delve
the hour,
Penchant dragged scrape innard depth
souring blindly binds ruse lids breadth
spar sun astir, causation its wandering
scar bites of frost attend a clouded ring
constant errs my inner chambers abide
pivotal piques tricked darkening inside
depth breadth spar scar abide inside
the hour,
A vast plague of vulture flights accrues
a lowly sill contempt its stay construes
awake dreamt feverishly reposed body
quake aloof save I some valued nobody
unsorted escort disembodied but feats
wonder maroon beheld tethering beats
accrues construes awake quake feats beats
the hour,
Therefore I'd wallowed jousting to free
of peals of laughter trifle trailing spree
feeble villagers thoughtless each share
of riddled backside amidst tabled stare
and counters gossip whispers consume
be their claim graphic God they assume
free spree share stare consume assume
the hour,
Remains of a last supper disrobed hang
amidst bunker migrating seasons pang
yond trained reflect stories trail facials
a negging crowded calls milds a rituals
saved I a memoir cloistered singularity
paved upon silken weaves a familiarity
hang pang facials rituals saved paved
the hour,
Bewitched canons riddled yon the altar
stacking of hymnals liberates Gibraltar
of liquefied gift cascading gratification
love stain pigments of my imagination
hues meld a silencing orchestrate suite
enhance the loyal thunder ne'er retreat
altar Gibraltar of love suite retreat
the hour.
GIFY: By Tokyo Mega Plex
Naught Meant To Be
"I used to know you as the best, but now I don't remember your name?"
--Anonymous quote
Best friends who imagined were inseparable,
who did things together as one or otherwise,
such seems to please both till the inevitable,
as these dynamics that befell did jeopardize.
Coherency part ways due to varied questions,
defended futile answers facing the heedless,
as gunfire of a tit-for-tat shelled confessions,
blanks are laden via ammo with dark secrets.
Each wave of regret and surge of apologies,
crashed mercilessly on an unforgiving coast,
plus in the face of our modern technologies,
entirely aiming clear attempted their utmost.
As forbearance slips at a faraway crossroad,
dual forces unwittingly catch some time out,
as acquaintances noticed our esteem erode,
confidence shadowy loses, without a doubt.
Best friends who imagined were inseparable,
coherency part ways due to varied questions,
each wave of regret and surge of apologies,
as forbearance slips at a faraway crossroad.
2020 December 11
*2nd Place*
My Created Form- Rhyme4 Mix
~~Constance La France
At... locations position in time scale in order pure
Naught... Quantity of no importance complete failure this I am sure
For you ride into the prisons gold
Bent on passages that's already been told
We are slightly above Angel's seven aged old
We dream in Technicolor dreams believed, this we will achieve
Now the four corners of this world
Houses just one ceiling and 4 floors
Masterminded your screams
Caught up in dreams, eating desert drought
You sought, you drink out of a dirty cup
At naught, your presents is not found in the covenants
And whose line is it that I must, trust
I prevail at naught canvas not always a campus
You see a "sea" not always a'C" anything tangible doesn't always feels
Caught up in my dreams this is so real, surreal
You've gotten caught maimed stealing from little children
Got caught no trust in you fellow brethren
Now you rest your laurels against the buildings
At naught, AT Naught revealing
No man, no one hands me juggernaut, yet no
You threat watch you sweat who you gonna test
Not your student or you pet
In still in prisons of gold still on passages of gold
Above angels of multicolor rainbows who can I trust, I must AT Naught
( by James E. Lee Sr. 2014 Semi-finalist winning entry National Amateur Poetry Competition/Eber & Wein )