Best Thoughtlessness Poems
When mind is in the moment, thoughtlessness prevails"
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Keep your mind away from thoughts that rebound
Hear the mesmerizing melodic music of surround
Bask in the bewitching beauteous objects that astound
Sense all the sensations you skin has sensed around
Inhale the myriad magnetic fragrances floating around
Experience boundless bounteous bliss of God abound
Mindfulness leads to cessation
Of thoughts, the causation
Of our miseries, our vexation
Mindfulness makes us aware of creation
Leading to captivation
Then to our admiration
And acclamation
Of love of God flowing without cessation
When thoughts end
Vibrations ascend
We transcend
The body
Situated in Samadhi
experiences bliss eternal
Sees soul internal
Attains salvation
Instant elation
To final destination
As the sunlight permeates the fog
Revealing dust's debris
Sunbeams filter within the soul
Exposes faults carefree
As selfishness dances around
Critical nature unfolds
A little pride displays itself
That hateful spirit cold
Lasciviousness floats below
Displays lust's wantonness
Are these desires cleaned from the soul
Other thirsts thoughtlessness
Cleansed by sunlight's radiant beams
Variance swiftly exposed
Hatred, wrath and strife destroyed
To love quickly transposed
When touched by the master's swift hand
All character flaws cleansed
Why did not simple surrender
Happen sooner my friend
finis'
Panting in low moans
Meandering through dense brush
Shrouded by evening sky above a forest
Crystallized by frozen branches
Oaks, maples, pines
Coffin wood encasing icy earth
The amber-eyed predator’s fur
Damp and matted
No prey in sight as hunger grows
While creatures huddle with their clans
In feathered nests and sheltered lairs
She trekked on frozen leaves confused
Longing for the comfort lost
She couldn’t understand her plight
Life had once been kind
As dawn dispelled the sandman
A cry I heard outside
Weak and wanting tones of desperation
A child lost? A babe who strayed?
Anxiously I donned my coat
Fearing what I might find
On this late December morn’
Listlessly she scratched and sobbed
The glass door kissed by thick ice
But when I turned the knob
And pushed the panel forth
Her tragedy bit hard and sharp
Her tender paws, raw with dried blood
Infection had sealed one eye shut
A bony spine, frostbitten ears
So fast I took her in my arms
Cradling this wayward soul
Reaching for a blanket, sharing salmon
A faint purr was my thanks
For warmth and love and food
Peering at her one good eye, I wept
Overcome with pity and grief
I realized the selfish act
That led this sweet one to my yard
College youths on Christmas recess
Left her on a nearby road
Before they joyfully headed home
I found their tiny cat today
Abandoned, nearly dead
Stung by an act of thoughtlessness
Fear not; the one-eyed cat will live
A refuge I’ll provide
But do not ask me to forgive
The sin that made her mine
For P.D.'s Pet Contest.
Dedicated to Katie Cat, my pet of more than 20 years.
One Sunday, I came back alone,
Home early from the church,
Not having the key to get in,
I was left in the lurch;
Locked out in the scorching hot sun,
Looking for shade to stand,
Counting the vehicles go by,
I passed the time in hand;
Scolding myself for thoughtlessness,
I sat on "Jupiter",
Hoping my parents would come soon,
I waited undeterred;
Standing almost for one hour there,
Stuck outside my home zone,
In order to avoid the stares,
I tinkered with my phone;
That day, I learnt to be careful,
To check my handbag twice,
Be cool in all circumstances,
Be patient and precise.
09/18/17
*Jupiter - a two-wheeler brand
Form: Poulter's Measure
What’s the use of trying any longer?
Nothing comes out the way I want it to flow
Words perpetrate my every being
And I strain to get my temperament to slow
But my cognizance is reeling in a panic of waves
The voltage of emotion is overwhelming me
What is this journey impending to?
What is my purpose?
To obliterate or build?
I keep assurances only to splinter and shatter them
I melt into their regrets and apologies without looking back
Then I am slapped right back in the face
With my own waves of shame and qualm
I wish I was like you
I wish I could put a guise on and never show my face
I wish I could take a dagger and extinguish the sorrow
Destroy tomorrow
But it keeps coming back with twinges and pains!
I want to scream my way into your existence
I want to end all the overwrought thoughtlessness
I want to be lifted in your ease
To be beautiful and clever like you
The demon is me and I am foaming with misery
My horns are melting by your pertinacious confrontations
I can’t reply to the desolation of nothingness
I can’t make it all go away
I’m trapped! RELIEVE ME!
Cursed adrenaline rushes about me
My body is prickling and waterlogged in blackness
I swallow the poisons of my backwash
And back-fire every stab in the back
Words,
too many words,
superfluous and useless.
They bind you in a swirling vortex,
drown you in inconsequential thoughtlessness.
Oh for a few moments of supreme silence,
in some secluded space,
where you might not even hear
the wayward wind comes and goes.
A quiet nook, devoid of insane noise,
You then can walk with God.
For even when He became man,
He looked for silent places,
high up on the lofty mountain tops.
So my sinful superficial soul aspires
for that empty sound of the suburb soul,
a liveable lullaby of paradoxical peace,
where the warring world is shut out
There I will find a small cosy corner
where I can meet and talk to God,
my rendezvous with my beloved Lord.
Release the pain
brought on by thoughtlessness,
One silly refrain
Can hurt, it's so senseless.
Bitter words spoken
can't be retracted.
Hearts that are broken
cannot be reactivated.
Live life be happy
is how it should be,
not being snappy
making ones life unhappy.
With a smile in your voice
you would be surprised
Might subdue their thoughts of malice
So they are not realised
When you're alone, full of strife
Don't think bitter thoughts,
look for the rainbow in your life
follow it's path.. find what you've sort
May not be a pot of gold
at the end of this light,
look for a different treasure
you alone can create.....called peace
Penned 1/04/2017
Day one passes into ten and twelve and eight-
Teen years spent by the neon glow of
Alarm clock stifled, the heavy hand, a fist
Trying to wake the awakened
But the sleepless cut the tongue, the wires
The life support system down in a blaze
Do not try to wake me when I have not slept
Scribbled down a diary entry on the back of
A calling card, a cigarette box, a prescription
Weighted down by a cup of thick black coffee
And the stale remnants of a Bloody Mary
The tick that follows tock which drives me to despair
Sat beside in thoughtlessness as I contemplate myself
The world and everything, nothing lies forgotten
Off the record, under the carpet, when you are an insomniac
You cannot sleep on anything and nothing lies dead
It just rebirths itself as you watch the minute tick
At the rate of a slothful hour, ticking and tocking
And checking the boxes, confirming, yes I have gone insane.
Covid 19
Covid 19
Pandemonium erupts
Toilet paper is king
Churches are cancelling
The choirs cannot sing
Covid 19
Covid 19
The last known hand sanitizer
Has been stolen out of the hands of a dead woman
A woman who was alive when she picked it up
But the man had an ax and was not afraid to use it
Covid 19
Covid 19
Schools are closing down fast and hard.
People are buying all the peanut butter they can carry
Family reunions are being cancelled
And brides and grooms are not allowed to marry
Covid 19
Covid 19
Such a pandemic of thoughtlessness
I had previously never seen
The level of angst and fear so high
The atmosphere quite mean
Covid 19
Covid 19
My heart is heavy today for the children so young
Who have no idea that celebrating no school is eventually going to be no fun
For one day they will have to make up what they miss today
Most likely their summer vacation they will have to pay
Miss Sunshine was her sobriquet, and she the golden child
All through her happy infant days she wore that winning smile
She loved the colors nature gave, but sensitive and shy
She suffered from the thoughtlessness of some at junior high.
So music was her salvation, she practiced all the while
And breathed new life into sad songs with unique wondrous style
And harmony came naturally, in shades of dark and light
As with her paintings and her song she kept her spirit bright.
In the Valley of the Nightingales, by peaceful waters there
That sylvan voice of honeyed cream still dances in the air
Gifted by the shooting star with heart and mind so pure
The softly spoken blue chanteuse too fragile to endure.
Then morphine -laced to ease her pain and lifted to her chair
She sang out What A Wonderful World and left pure magic there
Adored by friends and family, her last performed goodbye
She graced the notes with perfect pitch and heard her angels cry.
She never got that little house, dreamed of, by ocean's roar
She never sang out to the seas from treasured golden shore
The brigade choir out of sight down some yellow brick road
Sings clear with Eva clothed in white, in Toto's fields of gold.
In the Valley of the Nightingales, by peaceful waters there
That sylvan voice of honeyed cream still dances in the air
Gifted by the shooting star with heart and mind so pure
The softly spoken blue chanteuse too fragile to endure.
INSPIRED BY FACTS FROM THE BOOK - EVA CASSIDY- SONGBIRD
HEAR ME SING THIS IN CONCERT.
ON YOUTUBE - VALLEY OF THE NIGHTINGALES, LOUIS SPENCE
THANK YOU.
Forgiveness
Reopen channels to His harmony,
let honesty emerge, forgivingness…
Reclaim the pathway to eternity.
Though hurt at times and bleeding thoughtlessness,
the steps to understand may ease the pain,
let honesty emerge, forgivingness…
To pacify the soul emotions gain
acceptance, whispering to judge no more
in steps to understand and ease the pain.
Forgiveness paves the way, unlocks the door
with prayer of thanks, lift others to the Lord,
acceptance whispering to judge no more.
An inner peace and calm brings its reward
enlarging faith with love… Forgive. Connect…
Give prayer of thanks, lift others to the Lord.
Let angels guide in roads that intersect.
Reopen channels to His harmony
enlarging faith with love… Forgive. Connect…
Reclaim the pathways to eternity.
Janet L Vick
Terzanelle form
You are a cockroach
you are a big cockroach crawling up a pegboard
the kitchen light suddenly shines
and you must get through to the other side
but testing every evenly spaced hole you find
your shoulders will never fit
and to get away you've got to fall.
fall
or refuse to crawl and wait motionless
until inspiration with an overview filters through
or you die of hunger, lack of love, fear of death
or the outlandish hands of another angry animal
with a wisdom wiser
but infinitely useless as your own.
so you die. but now the big hands are gentle
and you receive a respite of thoughtlessness
and the garbage grave has warm chicken bones
and you don't care what happens to you
or the oldest species of proud recalcitrant insects
or procreating it or foraging a grubby kitchen sink
for food. the joy of making life is new. let go,
and through the night be carried carelessly along.
I decided to drive through the city today
Instead of the freeway. And,
I still remember when we first met.
It was like receiving my little red bike under the tree
so long ago. The excitement of something so new,
so shiny. I was just so impatient to take you out
and tour your beautiful boulevards, striving to
explore every block of you—one by one.
You were a skyscraper that reached so high
that you ripped the very fabric of my sky
and spilled fortunate stars like
glitter on my existence.
The rain never came. And, I felt it never could.
I would just hold you like a crane—breathless.
All those delirious nights that lasted ‘til dawn.
And the laughter, think back how we laughed,
out loud, that it would echo through the alleys
and above to places the pavement couldn’t reach.
My mouth got wet with just a whisper
of your name on my breath. And I gorged,
oh how I gorged at the restaurants of
your soul until there was no room left and
I was ripe and plump for the picking.
All the boroughs of you,
I thought, would never stop growing.
Now, the constant sun (that used to be there)
can barely break the fog from your buildings and
beyond. When did your sky turn into a sponge of
liquid silt that I squeezed and squished
over my head—constantly? It feels like I never
have an umbrella anymore. The roads got
rougher and the cracks grew into fissures
in need of desperate repair. Some,
beyond repair. Where did it all go?
Time can be so careless and relentless.
You have been torn down and rebuilt
in my mind, many, many times
to unrecognizable sizes.
It all just got confusing and crowded, right?
We saw all the signs and signals
steering us in the wrong direction.
But, we journeyed on,
slowly—never surely.
The whole thing, everything, now,
just looks like the homeless from the
thoughtlessness and neglect of it all.
It was just red light after red light.
I saw our favorite restaurant,
still standing on our favorite corner.
And at that moment, I remembered, how much
I still love you.
When he blew into my life,
I was a flower, just starting to bloom.
With high velocity,
he tried to uproot me from solid ground.
I gave him my heart
but all the while - I was thirsting, thirsting. . .
for even half the consideration
I displayed for him
to be returned somehow to me.
But it seems my whirlwind romance
was all inside my pretty little head,
for it certainly was not the reality of what we really had.
Yet, OH! How very real it was to me.
Poetry flowed through me,
and I learned this was my way
of nourishing my soul, allowing me to cope.
With the outpouring of my emotions into poetry
I could put my disappointments onto paper,
release my anguish into something more concrete!
Words became my anchor; for in the words of my poems
I ultimately found my clarity.
Through the outpouring of my soul,
I would sometimes excuse his thoughtlessness.
The desire was in his eyes, but his actions belied it.
I would ask myself how he could not return to me
that same-felt love he had to be seeing in my eyes.
And for a time,
I took from him
any ray of sun that he chanced to shine on me
with his smile.
That is. . .until the day I saw him
with his wife.
Later, I pressed him and he confessed it all.
How yes, he had a wife. He’d simply never told me.
All those times he passed near me
like a warm breeze wafting into my day,
all those times he flirted so outrageously
yet not wanting to take me out into the open.
It all made perfect sense now.
I wilted
and yet,
I was thankful I had never let
him pluck me up,
as romantic as it might have been.
I learned in time
that his half a heart was,
in fact, a half
of nothing.
Written 1/11/2016
For the "Any Poem Not For A Contest, Ever" Poetry Contest of Broken Wings
I hold this eraser in my hand
with a whale on it
smiling above the two lines that mark the waves
and the name of the brand
to erase and be erased
is written beneath the beady eyed whale.
A line to make it smile
two to make its universe
no colours have these waves
and the whale smiles for not being blue.
Its tail has already dissolved
along with the last letter of the brand name
in the words of lead
written in thoughtlessness
by 'wanton children'.
To undo a child's folly
must this smile be gone?
These waves and a big name all?
For Man who erred in words
and dissolved my whale's innocent little world
in words?