Best Trivialities 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
We act.
Rationally or irrationally,
logically or at random,
often intuitively.
Wise is he who considers first
the consequences of his actions.
For we do fashion our destiny,
like it or not. Then we complain,
a futility of whining,
nitpicking trivialities
fashioned by our own hand.
We oft do wrong:
For which we pay.
Then
we blame our God,
we blame our devil,
we never blame ourselves.
Society loves immorality,
it is food for the ingenious,
served so well by a mediocre media.
The gift of wisdom,
the discerning of what is right
is trampled underfoot,
much to our later dismay.
Losing the ego
Swallowing your pride
Embodying your philosophy
Metamorphosis - manifesting inside
The ego you carry
Around in your head
The illusion of importance
Sense of self; dead
The ego craves attention
Loquacious; trivialities all the time
Desiring affirmation
Pompous thoughts in his mind
Validation is necessary
Recognition a must
Exposing the façade
The ego gets crushed
Losing the ego
Curtain close for the show
The end of an image
Liberation - letting go
Now you’re in charge
You’re content being you
Pridefulness lowered
Character comes through
Humility in life
Being true to yourself
Conquering the ego
Mastering of oneself
“The ego is only an illusion, but a very influential one. Letting the ego-illusion becomes your identity that can prevent you from knowing your true self. Ego, the false idea of believing that you are what you have or what you do is a backwards way of assessing and living life”
-Wayne Dyer
The days dwindle to a precious few
The old year like lightning speedily flew
A bright new year's poised to push on through
But first is conducted a thorough review
Our deeds weighed, the bad with the good
Against what we would do if we could
Unlock the potential that lies dormant inside us
At the expense of trivialities superfluous
Rosh Hashana, the Jewish New Year
begins Friday night, September 18
My sister and I have different personalities
Never alike, two peas from the same pod,
but not germinated for the same Winter crop.
We never argue over mundane trivialities.
I like halibut, but she always chooses cod,
and I prefer vacuuming; she loves to mop.
But there is only one topic we cannot discuss
Our political views caused too many disputes
We disagree on the qualities of a President
and had heated debates. Oh, how we did fuss!
When I said Trump was immoral and in cahoots
with crooks, and he was a stubborn old cuss.
She fired back that Biden was senile, much too old
and she didn't like Kamala, which made me sigh.
Round after round we boxed, in verbal objections.
She watched the numbers as voters were polled
and I wanted scissors to cut off Trump's red tie
and no more commercials for Presidential elections.
Finally, I said, "Our bickering is tearing us apart."
She agreed for the need to put an end to our feud.
We're both much happier, but once in a while
she'll mention his name, and I'll say, "Don't start!"
I'd never vote for a man who's crude and lewd.
I can't understand why she can't see that he's vile.
We'll never agree on which man is most deserving
or which one truly lives by America's Constitution.
We avoid politics when we come face to face.
But I know Trump is unfit, and is totally self-serving
Biden isn't perfect, but Trump started a revolution.
He made a mockery of the office. Such a disgrace.
Yes, I blame him for inciting the Capitol subversion
But didn't say a word to her so we'd keep the peace
Sometimes it's still difficult not to interject a belief
so we talk about taking a pleasant holiday excursion
perhaps to the Caribbean or to the isles of Greece.
I'm just glad that we found a way to stop the grief.
People come & go, that’s the cycle of life
One minute you know them the next they’re a stranger
Different me’s come & go, that’s the cycle of strife
One minute I know myself, the next I’m a stranger
Lost in limbo, I can’t discern which way to turn
Got 1,000 old me’s on my shelf in different urns
Whippin’ up a new me in my schizophrenic churn
You could say I’m like most things, still to be learned
I don’t think I’ll ever live up to my expectations
It’s just too easy to fall into these temptations
How many of you have felt these frustrations?
One minute I’m a genius, the next I’m an idiot
Every single days a struggle to live deliberate
Maybe I think too much, maybe I need to acquit
Maybe not, I’m just trying to make it all make sense
Where are you, God? I’d love to hear your two cents
I have a lot of questions for you; I’ve been on the fence
Did you create yourself? Where did you commence?
And what’s your thoughts on killing in your defense?
These days, isn’t war in your name just a pretense?
Will we ever understand? Or is it just too immense?
If life was my landlord I can’t say I’d renew my lease
My biggest fear? I’ll decease before finding inner peace
Wish I could go back & hear Socrates & Plato in Greece
Wish I could go back to Galilee and hear Jesus teach
Wish I could go back to 1963 and hear MLK’s speech
Why’s the hardest part practicing what you preach?
If only there were some kind of conscience bleach
Swear I know the right way but still I choose wrong
These inner demons have been at me for oh so long
Maybe I was born in the wrong time, I don’t belong
Lost in trivialities, searching for a way out of the throng
I’m looking to the stars where the Gods sit thru my telescope
I feel small but yet infinite, it helps cope and gives me hope
I like to imagine God’s looking back thru his microscope
thinking: face your woes, they’ll follow you around the globe
and all there is to know is within you, you just have to probe
even the righteous suffer, didn’t you read the book of Job?
and life’s what you make it, a lucid dream, no frontal lobe
Some people are all Smartness;
Their brains are so convoluted
Under straight curves
Producing all kinds of trivialities
In hackneyed lines;
Darn, they are good!
ALL THE WORLD'S A STAGE, AND ALL THE MEN AND WOMEN MERELY PLAYERS;... AND SO HE PLAYS HIS PART... LAST SCENE OF ALL,
THAT ENDS THIS STRANGE EVENTFUL HISTORY...
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE: 'AS YOU LIKE IT.'
I learned to face life without the concept of fear, unlike many others
weighed down in chaotic cynisism and pessimistic notions of doom.
I refused to allow anything to take firm hold of me with its druthers
or stifle me with trivialities, coloring my world in shades of gloom.
I thought of life as a stage, where I portrayed characters in productions,
donned costumes in myriads of bright kaleidoscope patterned fabrics
but I'd never been handed a written script or given acting instructions.
I portrayed a troubled teen, then played the part of a nurse in geriatrics.
There have been moments when I smiled as a comedian who's masked
and for a while my world was filled with hysteria to the point of laughter,
but when sadness touched me, it left a hollow chasm. That's when I asked
God to get me through the Apocalypse that changed the world thereafter.
It was all just a dress rehearsal in a world that had spiraled out of control.
The theatrical stage replaced with scenery, created without human flaws.
And the cacophony of voices I heard were those raised to praise and extol
God's restoration of Paradise, worthy of perpetual encores and applause.
September 21st, 2017
Eight Word Challenge-4
Host: John Hamilton
8 Words used in order of their appearance:
CHAOTIC KALEIDOSCOPE HYSTERIA HOLLOW
APOCALYPSE SPIRALED CACOPHONY PERPETUAL
Early summer flowering deciduous shrubs,
And I among them came and went with
Philadelphus virginalis,
Their brightening solar ships.
Its natural tendency is to grow vase-shaped,
Clipping encourages the plant to fill out
And become dense, and in my final spring
It performed beautifully, flowering prolifically.
Mock orange is not a heavy feeder.
It loves sun and reads memories
On cactus leaves with sideways glares,
Though on an "established" plant,
One should prune out about one-third
Of the old growth (the trivialities of life's Agur),
Allowing the gloried lightness of day
To seize upon bright green leaves.
A wakeful man riding
Constant terminal dusk
Coveting dawns glow
Conqueror of rapacity
Constructing his empire
Of gold and silvers avarice
Feigning his thrill of life
So spuriously rehearsed
In his eyes they are trivialities
Only now he sees the truth
In the darkness of his sepulcher
Surrounded by his useless wealth
She received her ribald advice
From the raucous old woman
Whose demurred ramble
Erased memories of yesterday
Her stained chastity
Perplexed by trivialities
Signified condoned fury
And anguished conviction
Those dancing assistants
Animated by sexual feats
Danced to the mad hula…
Trampling on human sacrifice
She studied the basic swells
Which seemed to secure the heavens
Shining like those fine stars of joy
Deployed to replenish her agony
Then as if pierced by scream of women
She leaped from the land of empty dreams
And unaccomplished limits
Into the rank of commoners
Those echoes of home
Initiated wild gyrations
Which besieged his intelligence…
Arrested procedures of departure
Hallowed ancient custom
Suffused with delight
Levied a surging impulse
On the chief navigator.
"You don't learn anything about life in school"
It
is not
your schooling
which is the key
to education,
or the ability
to commit to memory
ten thousand trivialities
through ten years of indoctrination
which will prepare you for the road ahead;
it is in the appreciation
that such knowledge becomes wisdom
when at last you recognise
that life is not a game,
though the insights gained
from your tutors
may get you
in the
team.
1st October 2015
Time is too precious to waste.
Time has been wasted.
It flies with every blink.
Wasted, wasted on trivialities.
Baraka and mercy in time lost over time.
We can never regain lost times.
Relive the nightmare of our now realities.
Countries are in disarray.
People are at war.
The poor suffer more.
Youth without the hope of a decent future,
Time has shown us how wasteful we have been and still are.
Africa is one of the richest continents.
Africa is the poorest of the poor.
Famine, poverty grip the hearts and bodies of children.
Everybody too scared to speak their minds.
Raped by colonialism,
Raped by the west,
The instigators and third parties of all the chaos,
Time and time again they use the same strategy.
Half the world to blind to see how time has gone wasted.
The futures of our beloved Africa, in the hands of incompetent leaders
Greed in their hearts and blood on their hands,
Fall in the trap of divide and conquer.
Time precious, waits for no man
Wasted, wasted.
for no fault of mine, congenital blindness has been my lot
i never fail to wonder how i look
mum said i'm blond and beautiful
till date what blonde means still beats me
i can only imagine the meaning of beauty
i've learnt to endure the ridicule of people
who only add pain to an already wounded soul
it also hurts when i'm pitied
with my sister-in-law a constant culprit
the clergyman said my handicap is a blessing
that it's good i can’t see a world so sinful
but he failed to reply when i harmlessly asked
if he had ever prayed to lose his vision
my family even consider me a burden
complains and excuses trail my request for whom to guide me
to put an end to my inconsiderate disruption of their movies
they did me the favour of buying a guide dog
the sighted make much fuss over trivialities
can you imagine crying over a missed movie
or threatening suicide if not allowed access to the television
sometimes i itch to know the big deal about television
but television is strictly for those that are blessed with vision
so is tourism, movies and countless others
i long to be a medical doctor
and also to get married and have my own children
but understandably, men refuse to look my way
i'm now used to the bitter truth
dreams and wishes are not for the sightless
my thumbs are always sore ‘cos i love to read
and it hurts too when my siblings yell excitedly
'bout the scenic sights they behold
oh, how i wish for a day of sight
to behold the rainbow, flowers and mother
to see myself and my dear Stevie Wonder
music is therapeutic to my soul
oh, its the best gift to mankind
though the deaf will definitely disagree
have you ever wondered how life will be without hope
but i live without a hope of regaining my sight
while people sleep, i wish for death
but of course wishes are not for the blind
and unlike those cowards i'll never kill myself
i laugh when the sighted complain of penury
or when they make much fuss over needing a wheelchair
i'll gladly exchange conditions with them if given a choice
'cos the sun never rises in the world of the blind
the need for air differentiates the blind from a corpse
however i've got a few consolations
i'll never get to see an ugly sight or a dead man
i'll never see my husband cheat on me
sadly though, that's if i ever get one
Hail the hero who embraces troubles.
He does not make troubles.
He may be challenged by adversities.
He would rather ignore all trivialities.
He would strive to make history.
He is willing to die for others to tell his story.
He upholds and treasures his inferiors
He upholds and pleasures his superiors.
He is the first to give, no matter the stake
He is always the last to take.
His contentment knows no bounds.
He is the true leader, he can go for countless rounds.