Best No Effect Poems
Dearest young leaf,
Why so melancholy?
Thy emerald sheath has not borne Time's folly.
Think not of Autumn's deathly brilliance,
Of colors rich and flaky grounds,
For Thou wilt weep every moment hence,
While Springtime's youth still bounds.
Greet Thy greenness with glee,
For thy root to the Oak remains strong,
Aeolus' fury on Thee has no effect till Summertime gone.
So worry not of what is to come,
Enjoy Thy existence, little one.
Form:
Hey, my name is Aaron and I am kinda a modern day superhero
Now I know what you’re thinkin’
Okay, this guy? A hero? Like with powers and skills?
Nah but before you think further hear me out.
Yes… I don’t have money like Stark or Wayne
I don’t have a back story like Peter Parker and definitely not a love interest like Mary Jane.
I don’t have a super serum or gamma radiation to explain the chemical imbalances in my brain
My super hero name is not catchy or personifying.
Normally it comes along as,
“Dude”
“Brother”
“Son”
“Dad”
But you see I know how it feels to not be able to save the ones you love most,
To always try and do the right thing but still fail the ones closest to you.
When other's worlds are falling apart I’m always the planet they land on
Now what I do have is a secret identity,
Hiding the pains and struggles I bare to bare the problems of those who can’t themselves.
While Ironically not wanting to put the burden on someone else because I feel I’m strong enough and the traumas others go through are way worse than mine.
My super powers aren’t swinging from roof tops or having my fiery flaming eyes glistening,
Mine are as simple as loving and listening.
Never judging and forever being understanding,
Fighting the villains that are your biggest weakness that have no effect on me.
You see,
Depression, Anxiety, mental tortures
Family traumas and mental disorders
Those of which I’m immune to like superman to bullets,
Now I do have a kryptonite.
losing site on the ones closest to me because I go out of my way to try and save others.
Because even though my life is impossibly knotted,
If I can still manage to untangle someone else’s and hopefully inspire them to be the light they want to see in this villainous world, then I know I have done what I’ve been called to be,
To be the hero I don’t deserve.
I came upon a tribe one day
in a land not far away
where everyone gets what they need
from juices of an orange seed
Some who drank the juice had died
and so the tribe felt satisfied
that they had weeded out the weak
with the help of orange seed
Some fell asleep the whole day long
for orange juice was very strong
and never felt an ounce of pain
with not a care to cross the brain
But others would feel more awake
with every little drop they’d take
They’d run and dance and twitch and shake
and never need to take a break
Still others would get sick and green
like a flu they’d never seen
The only really certain cure
was “Never touch the juice no more”
For some, the drug would change their mood
to dumb and brutal, cruel and rude
But even those would find their use
in the tribe of orange juice
Of course, a few got very wise
had visions right before their eyes
Surely, God chose them to lead
with blessings from the orange seed
So anyone made dull and tired
were rounded up and all required
to work all day or face the noose
and never touch the orange juice
But those the seed would energize
were thereby made to supervise
the work so tedious and tough
while sipping on the orange stuff
And those for whom the seed caused harm,
were duly trained to run the farm
All day to sneeze and cough non-stop
yet trusted with the precious crop
And anyone turned cruel, it’s true
got plenty of the orange brew
you could guess what jobs they do
and who they really answer to
Not leaders who hallucinate
that everything is going great
nor all the rest who get their dose
(except the ones that need it most)
Not any man or myth or god
nor any beast of sea or sod
but just a noxious little weed
with a toxic little orange seed
There may be some as I suspect
for whom the seed has no effect
I doubt that they’re allowed to stay
they wouldn’t want to anyway
"Seeded"
planted in the mind, another way of being
outside spectrum, the act of forgiveness
the lore of love, united with the Seven Sisters
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"The Pleiadean Frequency"
https://youtu.be/5FHMTeyPlbo
“Suddenly they all fell off the edge into the sky, where they all turned into stars."
“One day, as they danced, they found themselves rising little by little into the air, their heads being light through hunger. How this happened they did not know, but one said, “Do not look back, for something strange is taking place”. A woman, too, saw them rise and called them back, but with no effect, for they still rose slowly above the earth. She ran to the camp, and all rushed out with food of every kind, but the children would not return, though their parents called piteously after them. But one would even look back, and he became a falling star. The others reached the sky, and are now what we call the Pleiades, and the Onondagas Oot-kwa-tah. Every falling or shooting star recalls the story, but the seven stars shine on continuously, a pretty band of dancing children.”
Pleiades
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pleiades
What is a Starseed?
https://typicallytopical.com/what-is-a-starseed/
Starseed, Pleiadian
https://typicallytopical.com/pleiadian-starseed/
Starseed, Types
https://typicallytopical.com/starseed-types/
Legends of the Star People
https://montanapioneer.com/legends-of-the-star-people/
Concept of Soul among North American Indians
https://www.se.edu/international-student/wp-content/uploads/sites/85/2019/09/NAS-2011-Proceedings-Danchevskaya.pdf
Onondaga Creation Story
https://www.aaanativearts.com/onondaga-creation-story
Origin of the Pleiades/Onondaga
https://www.firstpeople.us/FP-Html-Legends/OriginofthePleiades-Onondaga.html
North American Indian/Creation Legends
https://www.aaanativearts.com/legends-symbols/creation-legends
https://www.aaanativearts.com/legends-symbols
How firmly they stand,
the spires of history
that no one can destroy.
What a curious melange
of hate and love
and yesterday's antipathy.
Indifferent they are,
leaving us their basic legacy--
shining, mocking; it is their heritage,
and the winds of change have no effect
upon a single word.
Within their shadow is enshrined,
the totality of every lie
and every truth we ever knew.
Tread softly in their midst--
It is rarified companionship they offer.
Dare we even to essay to smooth the path
historic footsteps made,
or cleared the way for ours?
There is no answer from the silent skies.
It is the empty flagon of serenity,
the hopeless void that stretches out forever,
calling forth the meditator to his bench,
and time to its eternal rest.
~
1/16/21
Pure silence or the sound of wind chimes
Willing to do anything to save their own hides
People still committing horrific crimes
During low and high tide
It's been one hell of a roller coaster ride
A whirlwind inside my mind
All these rhymes
Days and nights spent getting sky high
It's seeming like a sign of the times
I say I'm fine, but I'm not alright
Always feels like
I get nowhere when I climb
No matter how hard I try
Can't even look me in my eyes
Quick to assume I'm telling lies
Wasn't the first and won't be the last goodbye
If you let it, quickly time will pass you by
I was reaching the skies
Then taking dives
Achieving nearly every prize
Or living among the mosquitoes and flies
I had many lows and even more highs
I've been a fool, but I'm still wise
You better recognize
And realize
I still get butterflies
While I'm living life, trying to survive
Seeing the moon's glow or watching the Sunrise
Sometimes
It hurts
Feels like I'm cursed
Still I delve and search
Across the Earth
Too many perverts
And jerks
Continue to lurk
Meanwhile snakes out to usurp
As well as nearly every other twerp
Which is why I stay alert
Similar to Captain Kirk
Ready to put in work
First things first
To me it doesn't matter if you did or didn't go to church
For what it's worth
Better or worse
Before I'm in a hearse
And the dirt
I've still got an insatiable hunger and thirst
I know there'll be no effect or a ripple that can domino
Time will tell if we truly are or are not alone
I got to go
And roam
Across the globe
I want to know
From here to way beyond the Galapagos
As well as Guantanamo
Humble and Heroic, doing the impossible
Paying homage and occasionally saying 'Geronimo!'
Feeling like Socrates
Don't need apologies
Traveling across the seas
And on lands fraught with trees
Constantly
Saw what others would not believe
And am going to continue the odyssey
Traveling vertically and horizontally
Staying still or moving with velocity
As folks hold on to animosity
Forever unable to display camaraderie
Not focused on such novelties
People with good and bad qualities
The same can be said for policies
I remain an anomaly
With my own methodology
And ferocity
Holding on solidly
While remaining an oddity
On the streets of lively Mumbai,
Close to the sandy Juhu,
They serve Chaat and Masala Chai,
To make your heart go Yoohooo!!
The English, Locals and Arabs!
Jews, Africans and Chinese!
Gather to the aroma of the herbs,
And to relish the Indian Cuisine!
Vending stalls have lined the route,
As the natives and tourists wander in,
Flanked by cycles, bikes and touts,
Amidst the music and the din.
This mela of colours and clothing,
Will make a rainbow look white,
travellers in town need updating,
And wear colours that are bright!
It is dusk, and it is getting dark,
the street lights are coming on,
Be warned of strangers in the park!
Hide your wallet, or they will be gone!
Watch the trash, the puddles at feet,
And the stray dogs at your shin,
At every shop a smiling greet,
“Try our food! Please step in!”
Unique, unique is this ensemble,
On the streets of sweet Mumbai,
Where petty human irks crumble,
In the stream of gastronomic joy!
See the Mexican laugh with the Texan,
Over the Goan seafood platter,
Even the Arab and Jew have taken,
A place at the table together!
The leaders at the United Nations,
Who have failed to make a deal,
Must learn from this congregation,
How problems are solved at a meal!
UN policies, treaties at the table,
Have had no effect on peace,
But sandy Juhu is ever so stable,
For people eat and mix with ease!
Let these vendors in Mumbai, Juhu,
Take the lead in creating the peace,
Let their Chai make you go Yoohoo,
And hatred in the world will cease!!
On the streets of lively Mumbai,
Close to the sandy Juhu,
They serve Chaat and Masala Chai,
To make your heart go Yoohooo!!
III.
But I had a much higher purpose now,
damned or not, I would serve the True God,
for thirty years I served with my brothers,
upon a humble path I faithfully trod.
Maybe I wasn’t a miracle worker,
though I saved lost pilgrims in my time,
age etched lines in my brothers’ faces,
but it had no effect upon mine.
The abbot swore newcomers to secrecy
about the truth of my vampiric fate,
and I guess I believed I’d just go on
serving an eternity in this way.
But one day as the sun started to set,
I looked out upon a terrible sight:
A small girl running, screaming in fear
as a wolf closed on in for a bite.
I hesitated for just a moment,
the sun was high enough that I would burn,
but the terrified cries of a five-year old
were not something from which I could turn.
I sprinted out with unnatural speed,
instantly my skin erupted in flames,
raced past the girl, thrust my burning hand
to the wolf with jaws of snapping rage.
The fire seared both myself and the beast,
with frantic yelps of pain he then ran off,
I staggered back, my pale skin burned to black,
bits of flesh had flaked off and were lost.
I made it back to the small gatehouse
and I collapsed in the shadows within,
the abbot ran close, with my fading strength
I weakly tried to say goodbye to him.
But he just looked down, said,”We need blood.
Run to the chapel and fetch me the wine!”
A brother raced off, returned with the jug,
made no sense to my greatly pained mind.
He filled a chalice, look to the Heavens,
said,”Lord, I know that I am no priest.
But if he must die, let him drink of Your blood,
let him take part at last in Your mercy.”
I felt this would be a fitting way to die,
burned by the holy blood of my Lord.
But when I drank I did not feel the fire,
in fact I didn’t feel pain anymore!
I didn’t see it myself, but they say
that the charred skin beat a fast retreat,
and through the haze I managed to feel
a deep breath and a steady heart-beat!
When I sat up the sun came through a window
and it fell harmlessly upon my skin,
I felt true hunger, thirty years overdue,
by His power I once more was human!
They said In Him All Things Are Possible,
and I suppose I am the living truth,
strangest of all I still looked a young man,
blessed with the power and passion of youth...
CONCLUDES IN PART IV.
Now far offshore and beaten by the waves,
into the wind, they pulled to no effect.
The choppy seas, enough to quell the brave,
lept o’er the gunwales, merciless, unchecked.
He came to them, the fourth watch of the night;
not recognizing him, they were dismayed.
Thinking a ghost, they cried out at the sight.
Take heart; it is I. Do not be afraid.
Then Peter answered, Lord, if it is you,
command me, Walk, and I will come on out,
walked on the water till his fear broke through;
O you of little faith, why did you doubt?
Then, making far more progress than before,
with Christ aboard, they pulled for the far shore.
At the end of the sea and start of the sand
there lies a place; a place where we stand
and watch the sea go from shore to shore
in an endless tide; that for so long before
the grass was tall and the wind was blowing,
has been moving like the sea - the sea; ever flowing.
And the stories of time, though it has no effect;
on this endless sea, it will always reflect,
on its blue surface and from deep below;
those stories of time is what it will show
to those who look - who look and stay
long enough to see Forever beneath that white spray.
Have you seen the blue shores? Have you seen
the endless sea flowing like out of a dream?
I can't say I have; or that I understood
what it was trying to tell me best that it could
while I was standing out there; but still I did try,
as dark clouds came over and covered the sky.
When it rains on the sea, this you should know:
The sea becomes black and the harsh winds blow,
while the waves get larger and much taller too;
it is a frightening sight, frightening for you;
as for me, I was terrified beyond all my words,
as I looked up I saw a flock of birds
flying away, to where - I can't say,
wherever they go when it rains on the sea like today.
And then, seeking cover, I was soon again dry;
and sooner than that out from the dark sky
there came light from the sun, which I greeted
with shouts of joy as the rain retreated.
Back beyond the horizon while the winds dropped
to a breeze, and the great waves stopped
their barrage on the newly-flooded sand,
leaving only a small place for me to stand.
And there I stood until Forever had passed
and I had seen it; then turning at last
back up to the road where civilization lay,
and that's where I walked, and walked away,
from that great sea, that sea ever going
from shore to shore - that sea ever flowing.
Unlike many super heros
I use a jet to fly
No flashy fancy costume
To streak across the sky
I really need these glasses
I don't, use them for disquise
No high-tech crazy gadgets
Or lasers from my eyes
I don't leap over buildings
and I can't climb like a cat
But I'm sure, I'd look the part
If I'd lose this belly fat
So, what's my secret power
I have used it all this while
It's one you can't resist
I've just made you stop and Smile
I just read this to my wife
No effect----did I mention my super weakness
Ten Bucks In His Left Shoe, Bold In His Steps
(Walking Traveler of Hope)
Walking, each life mile-straight as the crow flies
dancing when fair weather graced bright skies.
Ten bucks in his left shoe, bold in his steps
enemy to world's hatred and dark lies.
Traveler, seeking naught but joy and peace
sworn to defend those seeking hope's release.
Ten bucks in his left shoe, bold in his steps
vowing to make truth his life's centerpiece.
Of Hope, knowing man had such in his heart
belief and wisdom he sought to impart
Ten bucks in his left shoe, bold in his steps
truth's weapon, overcame evil ramparts
Walking Traveler of Hope, peace his goal.
All that he served, their grateful hearts he stole.
Robert J. Lindley, 10-23-2016
Poem Syllable Counter Results
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naught
naught
nôt/
pronounarchaic
pronoun: naught
1.
nothing.
"he's naught but a worthless fool"
synonyms: nothing, nothing at all, no point, no purpose, no effect; More
nil, zero;
informalzilch, zip, nada, diddly-squat
"all his efforts will have been for naught"
nounNorth American
noun: naught; plural noun: naughts
1.
the digit 0; zero.
Oh,doctor I am in a flap
I cannot turn this childproof cap
I cannot take my medicine
So I shall toss it in the bin
The beta blockers make me down
I am in a study brown.
The mini aspirins make me bruise
And my mind is quite confused.
The ibuprofen hurt my heart
Yet without one I cannot start.
The thyroxine has no effect
So now I feel my life is dreck.
The codeine fails to make me high
I'm not addicted, though I try.
I'll have to take a shot of gin
And alcohol will make me sin.
I'll go to parties in a dress
That makes men's hormones more or less.
I'll take a big one home with me,
And give him poison in his tea.
And when I am in jail at last
I'll feel remorse for all my past.
For as I suffer dreadful pain
God has hit me yet again.
It's not enough that I am blind
And suffer terrors in my mind
Not enough that lovers cruel
Give me stick instead of jewels.
Or maybe life does not make sense
Especially when I feel so tense.
Maybe random are my days
and my life has gone astray.
I think that I shall buy a cat
And love it tenderly and chat.
But if my cat gives me a scratch...
I'll light its tail up with a match.
All the world must me obey
Else I'll be enraged all day.
I want my own way all the time.
Other people must conform.
I am here and full of ills
What do you think of these blue pills?
If they take away my heart
That at least will be a start.
Then they can remove my brain
To help me with this damned pain.
Why not kill me right away
Then I'll be from pain astray?
P.D. vs' Amy Gr33n,,Slam, Bam Thank You Ma'am
So Miss @my Gr33n,
Do you think your s__t is mean
Trying to compete
Do you really want to taste defeat
Your dose of medicine, had no effect at all
Your Slam, Bam Thank You Ma'am
Was a sorry booty call.
Trying to talk the talk
Trying to bark and walk
All them words your are saying
Sounds like you are praying
Who really wants to listen?
Who really should care?
And what the hell is that S__t in your hair?
So you think you can play the part.
Before things fall apart
Please @my Gr33n stop before you fart
Trust me it does not matter If I let you win.
Your words are pointless and the idea is pathetic.
Please stop talking you are giving me a headache.
Just stop rhyming.
Sounds like your crying.
Okay pause.............as the moment goes bye.
Giving you a minute before you break down and cry.
My words are a weapon, You know that right.
Next time shut your mouth, keep those lips tight
Let me just stop and bring this to an end.
@my Gr33n remember ....I am your friend
By:P.D.
((once again for fun...thank you Amy Green for the fun slam.))
p.s. S__T stands for shot if you are wondering,,he he he
Freedom is free
He bribed his way to the top
Bribed his way to the pinnacle of his dreams
visions,passion, prayers
he silenced the voice of justice by the treasure in his pocket
he bought the words out of those standing for truth-
they tried to utter but words failed them
he made of no effect the words of the enlightened
by the gold mine in his bank account
but here he stands now
with every success life can kiss ones palm with
he stands boasting to bribe out of his way one last mountain:- freedom from guilt
now he stands, but hustling to bribe the voice from the dark gently whispering; Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!
Now finally he stands confused-hoping to bribe his way to freedom from self-condemnation
Light shines in his darkened understanding;
then he realizes:
inner-freedom is free but who can buy it?