Best Thoughtless Poems
I will be most blessed to be long frozen
If Trump comes back to the White House
Thoughtless Americans will have chosen.
When I die, I’ll be quickly flash-frozen
Escaping another term for that louse
I will be most blessed to be long frozen!
Can statesmen please put their toes in?
If Trump squeaks through like a mouse
Thoughtless Americans will have chosen.
I fear the disaster of America’s erosion
I can’t imagine more years of his spouse
I will be most blessed to be long frozen.
Consider four more years, just supposin’
More whining, more narcissistic joust
Thoughtless Americans will have chosen.
Can any administration take more exposin’?
More high-placed bureaucrats to be roust
I will be most blessed to be long frozen.
Thoughtless Americans will have chosen!
Written October 5, 2022
1.
A dry desert of thoughtless souls
Miracles untouched in the familiar doorway
(time is a candle never seen)
I’m looking for those followers in-between
Those who know and those who dream
Strike a match and burn your fingertips
Lost now are the cities of God
Golden thrones chipped, enamored
Of rust dust and crying trust
2.
Fall down now through the door
-way see the light and spit in its
eyes a thousand demons know why
Break the candle and spill the wine
Down the cliff hear the echo die
Again you wonder the streets of smiles
Crumbling bread and ashen grace leave
The burden of this place heaves with tears
And prayers, calling liars through the mist
Mike learned it was hard work to think
in some cases it turned folk to drink.
At almost all times
he got by on crimes.
But ended up the client of a shrink.
I lay in my hospital bed
knowing in a day or two I’ll be dead
because that’s what the doctor said
my body crushed from toe to head
in the auto accident the other day
you see I drank too many drinks
before I drove home
now I lay here all alone
thinking of the life
that I’ll never live
and the love to my wife
and children I’ll never give
I’m still a young man only 33
I had so much life ahead of me
now never to walk in the park again
never to talk and have fun with my friends again
my work was just taking shape
and all the money I’ll never spend
now that my life has come to a sudden end
how will my family survive
I won’t be here to see my children grow
or ever hear them say again
daddy I love you so
all because of my thoughtless act
to drink and drive
the doctors told me about an hour ago
you also killed a lady in the accident
if I meet her on the other side what will I say
I’m sorry that when we met you died
and left behind a husband and a child
who also needed you so I don’t know
the very thought of my thoughtless act
is killing me as well
I know my destiny is hell
as death stands patiently at the foot of my bed
to take me away the moment I’m dead
my name is not to be known
because my name could be your own
I have only one last thought to leave before I die
for God's sake and one ones you leave behind
please don't drink and drive
this poem was written by me a long time ago
my hope is that this poem will stop and make people
think about drinking and driving
actually this poem came to me one day while I was
driving on the San Bernardino Freeway in West Covina Ca.
it was so powerful and over whelming that I had no choice but to write it down
the next day a story appearded in the news paper about a
young man who died in the West Covina Hospital because of
a drinking and driving auto accident
Starry nights remind me of
those time
we stay up all night
waiting for shooting stars
to weave our dreams with,
those times when your love
is unceasingly flowing
like the river
and that
holding hands seem
the only thing that matters
in this world,
those were
perfect moments I
thought would last
but then
Van Gogh must be right
to paint the stars with
shades of blue and gray
for you have left me
with tears
and broken promises
and I will forever wonder
if wishes
under shooting stars
do really come true.
thoughtless inaction
seaside sickness spreads in waves
tsunami lays bare
taste wild strawberry
high mountain meadow sunset
thoughtless inaction
In times of joy and in times of pain
words are the only elusive attempt at portrayal
Daunting Contraptions Contracted in a few fleshy pounds
hidden in a bloody swirling cesspool hiding in our skulls
Thoughtless explosions of verbiage fill the pages of
time & space in this place, feeble attempts at nothing
merely interjections of uselessness. We canter down
these halls of life opening doors & closing others,
doors hard to shut are better left open. To breath the
breath of life through these pounding heads of humanity.
Beating its burden of confusion & false hope straight to
the source ... producing order? What a concept in this place
as to say a controlled explosion our existence is
the oxymoron that is all. We live the days like
the pun of some joke that's been forgotten.
We soothe our souls with others expressions, broadcasting
feeling to the masses. Ideas thought for someone else
helpless sheep in this hillside pasture we're spinning on.
Songs of hope & joy inspire & drive others to the end. Confident
that more words will help in the future. Addicted to
others feelings & ideas to produce our own. Mindless bites
gurgle out real life for ratings while we all watch
ourselves and turn back to the box. The box should
falsify our existence but then the black emptiness that
has become our hard existence. Tired lonely
followers dancing till the end ....
Ah the end
I sit amongst you
But you don't know
I try to imagine where you go
Or where you have been
Is life good to you?
Or do you wear a fake skin?
Are you happy to be here?
Or do you just not care?
Are you thinking like me?
About the other in front?
Or more important issues?
Or so you think they are
Are you thinking of poems?
Or saving the world?
I can't digest how small
You look to me now
But how big you probably think you are
Or how you will have an affect
On my existence
Good luck on your path
Do your best to benefit mine
Even though you will never know
What an impact you will create
Your gone
And so are the thoughts
The Thoughtless, Heartless, Do-Nothing Congress
Another day of carnage
In the USA
Little children
Eight, nine, ten and eleven years old,
Their life cut short,
By a mad person
With an automatic rifle
What will we all do?
Every week
More innocent people are
Victims of violent shootings,
Where is the Congress?
The Thoughtless, Heartless, Do-Nothing Congress
Children died at Sandyhook in Newtown, Connecticut,
Innocent babies,
Only five or six years old,
Never to celebrate another birthday,
To hug their Mom and Dad,
To watch TV,
Go to a ball game,
Go see a movie,
All over forever,
Now the same for
These children in Uvalde, Texas,
Never to play ball again,
Or learn to dance,
Or play a musical instrument,
Or wait for Santa Claus,
All over forever,
Where is the Congress?
The Thoughtless, Heartless, Do-Nothing Congress,
People in Buffalo going about
Their lives,
Doing their grocery shopping,
Even planning for a birthday party,
But a madmen came
And now they’re gone forever,
Innocent people in a movie theater
In Denver, Colorado,
Murdered by an insane gunman,
High-school students in Florida,
A Congregation at a Taiwanese church
In California,
Enjoying their luncheon,
A deranged gunman
Came to their church
With a gun,
Where is the Congress?
The Thoughtless, Heartless, Do-Nothing Congress,
We don’t like to think mean thoughts,
But if it were someone dear to them,
A law would have been passed already,
But
We the People
The Average Joe and Lucy,
The teacher, the secretary, the store worker,
The hairdresser, the carpenter, the librarian,
The aviation engineer, the truck driver,
The fireman, the policeman,
The dentist, the doctor,
The veterinarian,
The writer,
The singer,
The actor,
The artist,
And the plumber,
The electrician,
The salesman,
The garbageman too,
No matter if you
Are white, black, Hispanic,
Asian, or Native American Indian,
We the People
Don’t seem to count anymore
Where is the Congress?
The Thoughtless, Heartless, Do-Nothing Congress
We the People
We the People
We the People
We the People
We the People
Celine Rose Mariotti
Thoughts in my head
Take shape,
Change color,
Grow wings,
And Fly-
Leaving me behind.
I'm left blind
And thoughtless.
You have left me without leaving,
Your presence here beyond deceiving.
We share a space where you are not,
You’ve gone on to I know not what.
Desertion was not your plan at all,
But your mind, by a siren call,
Loosed our forever knot,
And left me looking where you’re not
For the love and life we shared,
Shattered now with no hope spared.
The voice is cut,
the noises still prevail.
The noises cut,
I listen voices again!
Behind walls of silence,
switching gear to gear,
my journey begins into the wilderness,
across pathless paths I take
as I transcend deeper and deeper into the self...
humbly I surrender to the unseen, the unknown.
No pleasure nor pain,
still in motion, so lies all emotions, thus I stay...
Waiting for the breath to subside.
What am I?
Nothing!
From nothing I came
and to nothing I go
and to realize that nothing I am
feels like there is nothing to worry no more.
'Thathuvumasi'-they say,
To experience a feeling as this.
Hard to explain and hardly explained.
Can't say this is bliss
and can't say that there is anything I missed.
A thought becomes everything
and everything becomes a thought.
Nothing wasted reigns,
nothing wasted remains.
Life is thus and thus remain...
a potpourri of thoughtless thoughts during meditation.
Cadillac speeding….
Rattlesnake’s crushed head flopping
Visceral twitching
Chasing dreams
By any means
Wanting more
But what for?
Lying on the floor
Such a bore
I count to seven
Reaching heaven
Eating Swedish fish
Feeling selfish
Searching for excitement
Some enlightenment
Swimming endlessly
Through life mindlessly
Running after a thought
Not yet caught.
Thoughtless Day
I was looking out of the window
The view was a road and an opposite wall
And I decided to think of nothing
Emptying my brain for all the rubbish and
Lies I had read today and let it sink into the silt
Of the forgotten yet is silt that one day can be
made of mud and do a lasting service
for mankind, and since the settlers keep bulldozing
Palestinian dwellings, no, no I will not think of
This and why should I since I`m not thinking
Like the rest of the world.
Man, it is difficult not to think about love and death
And all the things in between so I look at the white wall
It is five years it was painted, but it still looks new.
No, this is too hard I will go and make a coffee eat
A biscuit and think the freezer need to be defrosted