Best Trivial Poems
The allure of mused poems,
No longer visits this nonchalant psyche.
It trickles now, once a roaring torrent
Now a lazy stream
Am like a desultory jaded heaven
Where starry jewels once decked the night,
But are now drossy shadowy blackholes,
And sparks and dreams,
Are ripped in the accretion disc.
No longer avid, but seeking meaning in the mundane.
No longer enraptured by the she said, he said,
And all that jazz, no iota of care; for trifling muses,
Their short goodbyes or critique, no not one,
Their infighting and bad blood, no longer,
No nuts to crack, nor rain to flush, no iota of care.
It was never about who is better,
Neither has it been nor will it ever be,
About any Magnum Opus.
Like doors closing and skies descending,
Each visiting muse devoid of ardor,
Oblivious to the yawning dawn,
Or the scent of sprouting posies.
Jaded, without allure or sheen
And devoid of all its lustre.
Maybe one day soon a spark will reignite
And reanimate this frenetic mused madness
But until then...
I remain adrift in this sea of trivialities,
Worrying about trifling stuff
Like ad blockers and AI opinions
And irked...
By their emasculating knowledge
Poem Of The Week(POTW) -9/15/2024 To 9/21/2024
Someone is consumed with anger and has gone mad
Venting fitful words of ire ...how childish; how sad
Like a flock of loud crows
The noisy blah blah goes
It's so trite and trivial. Give it up. Egad!
Life is filled with locked doors wherever I may roam
But I will not cry 'wee wee wee' all the way home
I'm not that little pig
And I don't give a fig
So froth doesn't drip from my mouth like rabid foam
If you've a bone to pick with others in the soup
Work it out instead of posting blog poems of poop
This is a poetry site
There's no need to fight
Don't be sneaky like a fox in a chicken coop
Beyond
These trivial pursuits
The day looms long,
Largely unused, unplanned,
Promising unimportant
Activities.
Anticipating alternatives,
Inertly I idle,
Mind meandering meaninglessly,
Mildly morose,
Diffident, diffuse,
And aimless.
IS THAT A TRIVIAL TRIFLE OR A RIFLE?
Weightless
Weightless while watching ripples row their way across a wading pool
A pool that portended peace
A peaceful pool in the coolness of a kiss in springtime
A scene of serenity
Weightless
Thinking
Unblinking
Sinking into a pool of my own
A pool of thought
Caught somewhere between actuality and a playground in Poughkeepsie
And the thought occurs to me
No longer a blur to me
But crystal clear
As I consider the word “trivia” as in those trivia games people play
One might choose to say that I have a dispute with “Trivial Pursuit”
Well for just a moment or two let’s examine, explore, expose and exhume if you will
The meaning of the word “trivia”
Now I don’t own a dictionary, nor does anyone nearby
But as far as I can tell
The root word of “trivia” is trivial
As in unimportant, inconsequential, insignificant, and most notably
Trifling
And so I’m rifling through the attics and dungeons of my medulla oblongata
And I gotta say, in reference to these trivial games
No matter how convivial the participants are
I’m not spending hours being asked frivolous questions
And hearing petty answers
Answers that may be wrong or right
And thus to be edified and educated by the inconsequential
Meaning, in essence, of no consequence to anyone
At anytime
In any place
But that’s just my opinion
Coming from someone who comes dangerously close to being labeled a fool
Weightless
Weightless while watching water in a wading pool
Floating
And noting the trivial and trifling
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Leaving is such a trivial thing
You call it injustice, wont stand for it
Departure imminent.
Your daily bits and bytes
No longer.
What will be left of you
Some ghosts in a search engine?
Empty emotion, empty spaces
Zapped wisdom, but maybe the spirit
Remains
Well, leaving is such a trivial thing
One byte away, one click
Your soul and spirit,
Words and critique,
Hard truths, left in limbo
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*****Never quote' Scripture to an Idiot'. Fore he will always' have
the tendency to recreate it's instance and use it for his own
benefit. This is not to his avail....but, to the detriment of his
Souls' foundation!
GF
Nothing I like more than a good Jeopardy show
The clues, many complex, on that answer board,
Two challengers trying to make the champion go
Betting in final what they think they can afford.
Jeopardy, in case you don’t know, is a trivia game
Given answers, players respond with a question,
For many years Mr. Alex Trebec hosted the same
Now avid watchers tune in each day with passion.
Particularly entertaining is a long-running champ
And excitement builds as challengers get tough
Some, like Ken Jennings, could’ve set up camp
But in the end, for him, too, the going got rough!
Such a pleasure to see the old records fall away
As new players arrive on the scene with clout
I love to see young people get excited to play
More when one of them takes a champion out.
Written June 2, 2022
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What is the difference
Between
--- a "Typo" ----
And some-0ne
Who has butter fingers'
GF
*****ANSWER*******
A " Typo " is hard to swallow
And Butter taste so sweet! ha! ha!
Trivial Pursuit
Chasing
Piddling
Hunting
Trifling
I lost myself chasing piddling facts
No piece of pie; hunting, trifling traps
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1/22/18
After a hard day, I slip into bed and its just right.
“Honey you forgot to turn off the light.”
“Can't you get up and turn it off?”
The only thing I hear is her scoff.
“Really are you going to throw a fit?”
“never mind, I'll get it.”
This trivial fight is just sad,
but that night, they go to bed mad.
“Good morning” she says, but hears no reply.
“I can't believe he left without saying goodbye.”
Starting the day mad and alone,
when he called later, she didn't answer the phone.
She waits for him to call back, but its been an hour.
Then her eyes widen, as a plane has hit the east tower.
She rushes to the phone, but feels grim.
“Please just let me get a hold of him.”
There is no answer and she starts to turn pale.
Then she sees the blinking of a voice mail.
“Baby I'm sorry, I'm not going to make it home today.”
“But I want you to know that everything will be OK.”
“God baby I love you so much.”
“All I want to feel is your soft touch.”
A second later the phone cuts out,
and she begins to scream and shout.
The last two chances they had to say goodbye,
gone forever, and its sad why.
It was over a pointless fight,
it was over turning off a light.
Let them hear the words, I love you.
You might only get a few more chances to.
The small things
That do not matter
At that time
Trivial anecdotes
Embellish our lives
Like a play that emotes
Part of our chronicle
That keeps us afloat
During troubled times.
As we recall
Events of the past
Regardless of importance
It brings some balance
With a smile
A moment of nostalgia
And a sense of warmth
A port for an
Emotional storm.
*****Can you honestly answer this one question..*******
If "God" were to be a passenger in your car
How many driver's would their be?
Answer: It depends on whether your car has two wheel's or one!
GF
******Question of the day....++++
How do you keep a Poetry Soup Poet or anybody else in suspense?
Answer: To be continued.....Ha! Ha!. He,He...luv. luv------
Evidently Voting's Trivial
By Franklin Price
9/2/2016
Evidently voting's trivial
I discovered so today
Learned from my on line trivia
This is what it had to say
Of the U.S. Population
That are qualified to vote
Only 66% are registered
This answer really gets my goat
It gets a little better
This is trivia of note
Only 57% of all
Cast their most important vote
Of by and for the people
Government is said to be
With this percent of voting
It's just not something that I see
If all of those who cast their votes
Matched their ballots all the same
Would barely elect the chosen,
By majority, what a shame
Many elections very close
Some a percent or two
That means percentage less than 30
Elected representatives for you
So if you are non-registered
Don't run your mouth at all
You're the reason for the spot we're in
Why we're in decline and fall
This year our choices not the best
Candidates not good by far
Please register and cast your vote
Be responsible, 'cause you are
Ink staining blank pages,
sentiments caught fire
blurb in the moment,
a notion for the ages
simple inspiration's nectar,
provocation's bedevilment
mockingbirds of emotion
all that is sacred and trivial
tempting a blind ear to hear
invoking silent eyes to see
tainted lips tawdrily sung eternal
of simpatico notes on parchment
one's own big blast of creation
poetry in the making
She is uppercase, Her within the within
out shines the sun, out paces the moon.
Thoughts of a ham sandwich come to a squealing halt
as I recall my low sodium diet -
She (too often to count) plays trivia with existence,
meanwhile, I flutter like a cage in a canary.
Of course, She is not a she and I am not a lower he.
A non-physical womb both transmits and incubates.
Pronouns do not work in Spirit.
Owls perch on the edge of light where the watched
also watches. She corrals wild minds, thoughts bleat
as they are left to stray
creating space for the lone herder -
the one who brings ‘shepherd’s pie’
for all the hungry ghosts.
In a sandbox, many grains plays with others
and that’s okay
for one more transcendental day.