Best Rashness Poems
...speak sporadically in soft sassy syllables
...open opulent overtures to appease my err
...revoke risque rashness of the adulterer
...modulate too many manic memories.
savor satiable sweetly shared sensations,
admire adored avenues divinely alone.
target toxic tones forever together,
why wholly wade, wondering where we
faithfully failed famous fortuity forever?
“When my pain is bleak
And relief is fleeing
My thoughts become weak
With recklessness”
“Agony brings infamy
To my heart of pain
And the peace of Christ
Excels my thought of rashness”
“And meds for coping
Lessens my sadness
Lower my woes
Of high distress”
“And peace from within
Derived from up high
Quiet my thoughts
Of suicide”
Refusing Diligence, To Do Even Basic Math
Why do we too oft blindly walk a deep, darken path
Through the volleys of arrows shot by Fate's mighty wrath
When in this wicked world, we could accept light's reprieve
By opening both heart and eyes to truth thus perceive
That darkness rests within our souls, all flesh is the same
That glaring fact, ensuing battles are no mere game.
Why do we too oft blindly walk a deep, darken path
Refusing diligence to do even basic math
When from within, we feel those hard-fought battles raging
It is a war and true enemies we are engaging
Thus 'tis folly to not recognize that fierce-some foe
And find, accepting evil allow darkness to grow.
Why this glaring reality do we too oft deny,
If not in our souls, darkness hides waiting to Light defy?
Robert J. Lindley, 11- 04- 1978,
edited 7-12-2003, 6-02-2022
Sonnet
Note:
Tis a somber reality that we too oft embrace life as a game,
Not seeing in youth, that it is our rashness we must tame.
A-gile she walks,
taking stock of
every step her
B-rashness emitted
in
her long stride
C-at is a coy and
confident girl and
the
D-oves have a reason
to fear her
E-very bird from
Blue
Jays to Sparrows
avoid their
F-eline foe when she
is in the yards
G-rasses are tall
this season and she
waits
H-idden in the
esters, purple
fountains or
I-nside the shadows
of the tall Lavender
and
J-asmine
K-nowing they can’t
see her she
L-ies in wait
M-y kitty will leave
Nothing to chance,
she doesn’t move
while they’re in the
O-pen air she
stares
and studies her
P-rey for hours
Q-uietly she stalks
them, she’s deep in
the grass like a
R-econ mission in
war,
S-he seizes the
moment
T-actfully, silently
gets on her haunches
and
U-nleashes her body
like a rocket
V-ictory! Victory!
She
Won a sparrow for
her prize.
X-Mas! she
Y-elps, it’s like
X-Mas!, and she
lays her kill to the
ground and
celebrates with
great
Z-est.
8-27-14 for
Abcedarian Contest
Regrets
Antagonisms perceived
Leave us aggrieved
Hearts broken
Tender spirits token
Words miss-read
Actions miss-lead
Clamors in the night
Pleading miss-sight
Sides taken
Lines shaken
Blindness bodes
Heavier loads
Rashness steps
Action’s regrets
Unthinking eyes
When misery cries
Matters adrift
Sieve and sift
Love enduring
Pardons ensuing
Antagonisms perceived
Leave us aggrieved
Hearts broken
Tender spirits token
un Grateful
Rashness
Evil
sElfish ness
Deception
“An impulsive action done in haste and without forethought can cause trouble and there is no point in feeling repugnance” - By Poet
When did she have a quarrel with life,
That left her mind with resentment rife?
Her dreams are blurred by a diaphanous mist
And her life has taken an ugly twist
When she felt she was not treated well
She decided to leave the house, seeing it as hell.
Now she wonders if it was an excuse lame.
Knows quite well no one else but she is to blame
She feels her life, now in a slushy quagmire.
Anytime her rashness of action could backfire.
Now at life’s barred gate when she knocks in vain,
The ‘no entry’ sign drowns her in pain.
Far out, her mind wanders into deserts forlorn
She feels the bite of heat even in the morn
Sure, this life for her has become a quagmire.
She desperately needs repair as like a flat tire.
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March. 31. 2023
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Come now and follow me into the depths of my sacrifice
What a lapse you have made to think I put My life before your life
How great is your strong arm and how far do you think that it reaches
You can't carry the weight of your flesh; it has ground you to pieces
I was born to the body and mind that you constantly fight with
I was tempted and tested and found on all counts to be righteous
I put your life before My life and it's not for your value or brightness
Even those who pierced My hands will not be cast out and made lifeless
I make slaves of no one through all of the span of infinity
It is rashness to think the Divine Shepherd is late with divinity
Ours is the Choice
A land of hopes,
A land of fears,
A land of laughter,
A land of tears,
A land of love,
A land of hate,
A land of doubt,
A land of faith,
A land of joy,
A land of sadness,
A land of logic,
A land of madness,
A land of shame,
A land of honor,
A land of delight,
A land of horror,
A land of frankness,
A land of duplicity,
A land of justice,
A land of iniquity,
A land of light,
A land of darkness,
A land of wisdom,
A land of rashness,
A land of realities,
A land of dreams,
A land of philosophies,
A land of schemes,
A land of work,
A land of leisure,
A land of pain,
A land of pleasure,
A land of purity,
A land of dirt,
A land of life,
A land of death,
That is our world where we:
Live, work and fantasize,
It is up to us to make it,
Hell or Paradise!
Demetrios Trifiatis
©
I don’t want to be the other half of
something someone lost a long time ago.
I’m not interested in being
the better part of valour.
Everybody learns the hard way,
one way or another. No matter
how good you are at numbers,
you can only count up to broken,
forever.
So eat your liver & onions.
It should come as no surprise
to discover the divided heart
multiplies nothing.
Any child can tell you
love is invisible geography
& Reality’s the only fiction.
The more you look, the less you see.
Like insects whose words are feelers,
we strive to recollect the half-
remembered that deeply mattered,
witnesses to rashness
passing as bravery.
Despite the bad jokes
& Chardonnay
there’s an absence of humour
In what we say.
By resurrecting the dead we glorify
our names, our reputations
as artists, misfits & revolutionaries.
Savages together,
we toast our mutual savagery –
hear hear!! – the clinking solidarity
of well-heeled somebodies.
May 4th
On this day the war
Had finally come to our door
The decision-making was poor
Because the night before had been fiery
But it was an overreaction to call out the national corps
This rashness would lead to the death of four
That would rock a nation and a movement to its core
And only increase a nation’s hatred for the man behind the oaken door
Because these students were not do anything more
Than exercising the right that had been given almost two centuries before
May 4th will be forever know as the day bullets were fired in America’s war
Form:
My world burns,
Its cities, towns and villages,
Plains, valleys and hills,
And the tops of mountains,
Smoke and smoulder.
No one knows whether he will return safe,
When he leaves his abode.
The mosques, the temples and the churches:
The sacred places of prayers are no more secure.
Whom we obey and whom we represent?
We have confounded the affairs,
The eyes are blurred with the mist of rashness,
We act but with the muffled hearts,
Baffled minds and hazy eyes.
Assuming we are right, others are wrong,
We have bunged to the humanity
The windows of our hearts,
And plugged the porches of ears.
We are moving farther and farther,
From one another, the gaps are widening,
Among hearts and among minds.
Ah! The distances are becoming immense.
We have launched a vain expedition
Against terrorism, but with out defining the term,
Its limits and boundaries,
Only to kill them whose noses we like not.
If one smashes my house,
Obliterating all the members of my family,
And I have no door to knock at for justice;
What should I do?
Why should not I make a bomb of myself?
Why should not I fasten
Explosives to contest the violent hands?
And this is being done in the world.
Though street, roads and parks are splattered with blood,
Human shreds are seen scattered,
And spectacles are too horrible to see,
Yet there is no terrorism.
All that we see is a reaction of our ferocious deeds,
In case we intend to impede the reaction,
We must stop the action.
To crush force by using force is an aged method,
Now for the sake of humanity discard the old measures
Deepening the roots of violence,
For since beginning mankind becoming
Fuel of the devastative devices, has suffered a lot;
Just once apply the appliance of love
To resolve the threatening issues.
One who seeds the bushes must be prepared to taste
The pang of pricking;
And one who plants roses might cherish himself
With enthralling colours and sweet perfume.
If one slaps me on the face,
He must be prepared to have two on both of the cheeks,
But patience is the best route to move ahead,
And the world lacks patience.
I am both wind and whisper
as the tenderness of life's rush
mellows the passage of posterity
I am both forgiving and fiery
to the softening of obduracy
I can be sorrowful and somber
or a paragon of felicity.
I may be sincere, sometimes I'm not
from truth to a degree of fakery
I am the rashness of ribaldry
as the coarseness of a day of wrath
and the sense of a better path
chosen with wise analogy
I am defiled and graciously defined
oft praised and oft maligned
I am both reason and rigidity
for truth be told
I am the absolute worst and
the ultimate best of humanity
Both wind and whisper
I am you!
Form:
Words, words so many
so hard to control
why can't we do so?
when they can damage our soul
Scripture says be careful
not to speak with rashness
as God hears our every word
to do so would be madness
So it would be sensible
to make our words few
that indeed would be wise
for once spoken hard to undo
It's wise to listen to God
for He always knows best
as the creator started the world
so follow Him to be blessed
poetgord@2013
Exceptional times require exceptional measures
In our everyday lives we experience this truth
Times of stress, or, in rare incidence for pleasures
A challenge from our peers sparking curiosity,
Provoking us to engage in the most insane ruse
Wisdom shows itself in most annoying paucity
Comes the time when we eschew such rashness
But, in youth, almost every adventure is novel,
So, we entertain ourselves in unabating brashness
And exceptional times are replaced by maturity
Having experienced almost everything before
Comes the time when exceptional measures bore.
Written May 2, 2022