Best Trifling Poems
I recall our early life together:
we were primitive little savages
when it came to matters of Heart –
needy and wanting, demanding and
all insatiable – the envy of older, far
wiser~ those drained Sophisticates,
reduced to salivating voyeurs.
And though life has
yearly ripened us, you are still
my Honey Pot...and I your dangling
Plum of Sugar.
Finely tuned hearts
are really priceless, and ageless.
And love was meant to be trifled with,
when realized to be fearless, thoroughly
explored, elastic~ sensing tender Eternity
shared....
Trifling juvenile players harping silly tunes
Guns and bling-bling, fake love and stuff like that
I'm no candy man, never been, but I know this
You will need to cut back on the crap
Or we will forever hear your lives going drip-drip
All over a collection of nick-knacks, I'll be damned
A finger snaps and the so-called snitch screams
In between sobs he hopes this in just a bad dream
Fake soldier takes a puff from the cancer stick
And draws a heart of smoke in the air
This, he says, waving pistol for emphasis
Is what happens when you go telling on a gangster
And the lost lieutenants nod their noggins
Some gang-banger somewhere is reloading
At the station a sergeant fancies himself a swiffer
Appointed by his conscience to make the streets cleaner
You kids are swift but the arm of the law is swifter
So play your lame game and watch him work his cleaver
Too many people think violence is a love song
But the moment you think you got it you're wrong
Go figure. This is not about pointing fingers
But a sense of ominous foreboding lingers
You're trifling,
you're lazy as can be
You can't even take care of your own slothful self,
how in the world are you gonna support me
Hey, mister lazy bones,
I know you don't like hearing this bad four-letter word:
Work,
gets you bacon, lettuce and bread
Work,
gets your hungry belly fed
Work,
gets you in the black, out of the red
Work,
takes care of your family once you're dead
But you're so trifling,
you ain't listened to a word I just said
It's 2 in the afternoon, and you're still in bed
I bet if you were late night starving,
and surrounded by mountains of potato chips
You'd be too lazy to take your hand off your chest,
reach down and scoop up a few to your lips
You're just plain trifling,
too lazy and utterly shiftless
You leave a trail of clothes every time you undress
Well, mister trifling,
I got some late, real late breaking news:
Your suitcase is on the sidewalk;
so enjoy the big outdoors bedroom,
with a sky clock set to always stay on snooze
Why did i did that i shall never do that again
Should never make them feel like this again
Feeling empathy for the soul why am i doing it again I must be absurd overreacting again
I feel for those who feels like a prisoner with no crime being a prey of hatred as a acid rain
I wish none feels the feeling when you feel like a victim between the people society says are our patron
You can blame the scars and dismiss the healing to process ignore the cause and act like I have became blemish
I admired you and never looked at someone thinking they could be superior then my patron but only did I knew that world is not fair
Judgements kept flooding but I tried to splash around and find that patron but little did I know those judgements were a result of jejune and rickety of my dear
Now I admire silent showers because none can blame my red eyes from my tears
Now I admire outlanders because atleast I can share without worrying about the abuse I suffer due to my patron’s fear
I swear I try sacrificing everything I affectionate
Just that I could see a smile at my patron’s face
I never cared enough for myself because of the worldly formalities you provided to show you care but I am sorry to tell that those scars are still fresh i have to hide them and disguise them as a past war I beared
I hope someday I care enough to think about myself who always cared for ones who showed little valentine and made me feel like that they care
I hope someday patron you care enough to understand me the way you expect to be cared to listen to my causes of the scars I bore so you could smile with pride infront of the fellow people who never showed even little concern over things you feared
human in decree
moves, tricks and reigns reversely
for the slight kingship!
-January 02, 2019 Chattogram