Best Redundant Poems


Infinitely Redundant

Is science fiction an oxymoron?
How can science be fiction
When it is the process by which myth
Is eliminated and all that is tangible
In the world is interpreted? And isn’t fiction
Nothing more than the literary
Manifestation of the dreams
That crash through the barriers
Of reality? How then
Can the two terms coexist
In a single phrase?

But wait.

Is there anything made
By mortal hands
That was not proceeded
By a dream? Is it possible
That the creator of worlds
Dreamed before the first
Flowers bloomed in the garden?

If dreams lead to physical
Things, then they must be
The blueprints of the future
And the catalyst of science;
Conversely, science is proof
Of the dreams of gods and mortals.

Science fiction is not
An oxymoron, but it is
The infinitely redundant
Confirmation of life.

Premium Member Redundant Ghosts

Ghouly the Ghost walked at night,
His loud howls gave all a fright.
Until one day, he lost his voice.
It just happened, without a choice.
How can a ghost haunt if it can't wail,
To Ghouly, this was beyond the pale.
He wandered through this once haunted house
Aimless and timid, as a mouse.
Wondering where Ghouls who have had their day
Dwell hereafter or fade away.

Triple Redundant Tercets

The ebb and flow of your life is in a constant state of flux.
While the “meat and potatoes” of a soul are at its’ core,
these sublimations are kept hidden deep inside.

They’re always under cover and kept hidden deep inside,
roiling your life with a tidal action to a constant state of flux,
while the “nitty grittys” of a soul are at its’ core.

The concept of souls are at its’ core.
Although souls are kept hidden deep inside,
they percolate life to a constant state of flux.

Your life is in a constant state of flux because the soul is at its’ core, hidden deep inside.


For Andrea's contest


Redundant Technology

If Academia by the Military, be gifted Internet technology
Then Military replaced with what.  The www.
If Internet was no more use and turned from lamb to mutton
What technology,  do they hold now, those that will press the button.
© John Scott  Create an image from this poem.

Don'T Be Redundant, Veto the Incumbants

Money hogs keep wallowing in filthy waste while the common folks suffer, from 
taxitis...we need a taxectomy!!

A Budget magician---mathmetician!

A balancing act---A balanced budget.

Frugal McDougal---A pennywise/wisecracker.

Cut the governments check...stop the spending!!

~~Inspired by Carolyn Devonshire!!

Be Redundant

Sunrise sunshine, sunlit sunsets
Radiant radiations radiantly radiating
Wonder-filled wonders, wonderful wonderings
Dreamily dreaming; dreamy dreamers


Redundant and Repugnant

Redundant and Repugnant

It was really, rather redundant,
And ended up being repugnant,
Something we did not desire,
Even after I had to retire,
Into valley was a deep descent.

Another Horn outrageous limerick.

Jim Horn

http://www.poetrysoup.com/poets/top_100_poets_most_poems_all_time.aspx
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Required No More

Do you know what it’s like
To be required no more,
To be put out to grass,
To be kicked out the door,
To know your work’s ended,
No more will be done,
To be slung on the tip,
Pushed aside by the young,
To be pensioned off
In an unceremonious way,
To know you’ve had yours,
Every dog has its day,
To have an appetite for work,
But be left to hunger,
To be replaced by someone
Less able but younger,
To be told you’re too old,
When you feel in your prime,
To be sent on your bike,
Before it’s your time,
To be all washed up
And flushed down the drain,
To have no physical wounds,
But still be in pain, 
To feel your age,
Find you’re no Peter Pan,
To see your life going
No longer to plan,
To recall when you felt rich,
But now you feel poor,
To hear your heart slowly pumping,
Alas’ it races no more,
To experience an emptiness
That nothing will fill,
To have no medical symptoms,
But still feel ill,
To be out of control
Of your own destiny,
To be constantly asking
Why me ... why me?

Premium Member Redundant

All
alone-
forsaken
as an empty
swing

A Better Way (Song For the Redundant Man)

Now they don’t want me, now they don’t care
                           might just as well go back to bed, up those wooden stairs.
                           They took it all away from me, everything I knew
                           now it’s all gone and there’s nothing I can do.  
                           I wondered if it would happen, ever happen to me
                           and now that it has, the future’s hard to see.
                           There has to be a reason, why it’s me this time
                           don’t think I want to know, just want to save my mind.



                           Maybe there’s a better way, a better way to be
                           maybe it’s out there waiting, waiting there for me.
                           Got to try to find it, got to take the time
                           see if I can find a way, to make the future mine. 



                          Life is very different now, with no place to go
                          some days I’m fine, others times I’m low.
                          My thoughts remind me, of what I left behind
                          on a sad and lonely day, which often comes to mind.
                          But I must take a look, at what’s before me now
                          to see if I can try, to start again somehow.
                          Maybe follow a dream, is something I should do
                          and find somewhere else to be, where I can see it through.



                          Maybe there’s a better way, a better way to be
                          maybe it’s out there waiting, waiting there for me,
                          Got to try to find it, got to take the time
                          see if I can find a way, to make the future mine.

Redundant Tragedies

Oh, how he loved you 
How he took your wants
And made them his needs 
How he wrestled with hunger
Before it fed on you
How he wiped your tears
To make trees grow
And you were love’s willing slave.

Before your moon turned to honey
His hands met your face
As you grew cold, bleeding
Blaming yourself for his bulge 
For how could he be the same man
Who showed kindness
Be the one who gave you a shiner
It can’t be, it must be your fault.



Love has long became your tragedy
As this is will always be the last time
He gets angry and beats you,
Leaves you laying on the floor defeated,
And you have to tell us you run into a door .

My dearest friend If  I can only say this :
That love will never be an excuse
That those apologies are empty
 And meaningless as what you called love

Redundant Again

Redundant Again

By Elton Camp

There’s an expression hard to beat
It’s a reference to “hamburger meat”

Here’s another that’s too often seen
Come and use our “ATM machine”

In a storm, folks always “hunker down”
But to “hunker up” is not ever found

An “advance reservation” is quite wise
You can’t do it afterward with many tries

There’s no sense to “aid and abet,”
Since the same meaning they get

Then consider the name “balsa wood”
Surely “wood” has to be understood

A “brief moment” certainly can’t be long
Otherwise, the very expression is wrong

Why use the two words “cancel out”
When cancel alone shows what’s about

Contemplate the words “cash money”
Doesn’t it actually sound rather funny

In “closed fist” I really have to insist
That “closed” is essential if it’s a fist

Ingredients you have to “combine together”
You can’t combine apart even if you rather

“Completely filled” uses two words when it’s true
When “filled” alone would be all we need do

We “confer together” because there’s no art
That will somehow allow us to confer apart

We “could possibly” carry out the plan
Gives nothing new that we can understand

The “current incumbent” is the one in now
An “incumbent” has to be current anyhow

How could it be that we say “exact same”
When identical is what the two words name

We ordinarily will speak of a “face mask”
Where else could a “mask” go I have to ask

So if I trip then I have to “fall down”
If I fall up, then gravity isn’t around

A plane, we say, will “fly through the air”
Could it fly through the water over there?

Enter a “PIN number” when using a debit card
That “PIN” already says number can’t be too hard

A fly is crawling on the “nape of her neck”
Where else is a “nape” located by heck?

Then there’s the expression “overused cliché”
Could a “cliché” possibly be any other way?

A “pair of twins” surely does imply there are two
Any other number with “twins” just wouldn’t do

And now think about the words, “sole of the foot”
Where else is it that a “sole” could possibly be put?

Another example of redundancy is “tuna fish”
“Tuna” can’t be anything else even if we wish

In our writing, unneeded words we should eliminate
Lest our postings others should actually come to hate
© Elton Camp  Create an image from this poem.

Redundant Cottage

Abandoned, dry and brittle
Aged and neglected, still standing.
Timbers dry, even too whittle
Lost and non-commanding.

Here you could feel free as you can be
While early autumn hues grace the land.
Sounds from a lake you can see
The water lapping a shore of sand.

Not so distant Eagles fish
An Osprey tends its roost.
Softly a breeze flows as I wish
I resided, no need to nudge or boost.

Through broken windows
Tattered curtains hang.
Once belonged to a widow
Still, a wind chime rang.

I ponder the tales 
And history within,
Roses blooming, arbors frail
I want to move in.
© Tom Cook  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Oz Redundant

Transmit transpire anti social copious methods of blank balled fissures of disastrous mistruths on the border of hell raiser dispatch piss filled like rats on a stinking/sinking ship, inbred senate cowardice akin to the O.K. coral what to think, desire and do do to keep a prostitute peace/place with the powers that be-nign perfectly reflected in a mired mirror of reflected countenance or your political vampire vise on those you feed upon as your real reflection. with no scope of redemption you impose your aftermath and bloody consequences on silly human foible freedoms as to a holier to me than thou, you nearsighted in-sighter aqueous humor blind-sided on the Avenue of all that is free from loins of a perfect pleasure dome of a do as you please parley-yet illiteral ill-consecrated ill-conceived death as to the moral physics of universal Karma-for whom the bell tolls MF. Your family  fortified adorned with psychophilosophical parental penetrations misguided misogynists' maladroit misery at every trick turn fantasy filled through dollars and cents corrupted con-copulated by weiner-winner take all from those of unknown nomenclature from a perfect populace of innocence. Honor among green buck thieves, like Borgias on permanent holiday on the backs of the no name populace, kill before conquer, the road less traveled to epiphany, bypass the inane human Capital of free anything and ride the dick-tator torrentship of rancid rapture that are us and prelude to the dance of St. Vitas in the wake of your Ego that falls in the land of Oz. Ding Dong the witch is Dead. There's no place like Home.

Premium Member We Are Redundant

we finish each other's sentences
saying "we are redundant" six times a day
it's forty-nine years later and we remain
maniacally crazy about each other

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