Best Unimportance Poems

The weathered years pass with silent restraint
Leave an impression of time standing still
I have counted sunsets without complaint
Life washes over me testing my will
I've crossed...

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Bricka

I go to the china cabinet and look inside. 
Stuff is waiting for me there. 
Nothing of any serious value. 
Things collected over a lifetime....

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THE MARX BROTHERS or The Unimportance of Being Earnest

I will praise the brothers Marx for their absurdity
As all ‘fools’ who mask high wisdom with the...

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Today, tomorrow, and yesterday time is always on pace.
One day soon time and mankind will lose the race.
God watches us with a marvel eye.
My how...

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She tries to raise her right, hoping to win the good fight
Praying that her daughter is safe and trying to feel right
Never seems considered with...

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Who's heart has not be stirred 
when seeing the northern lights
lighting up the sky with beauty
a spectacular whirl of colour

While watching the fantastic show
one is...

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waiting 
all the time in hand I have not waiting
waiting
all patience running of hours and waiting
waiting 
for their whims and my unimportance waiting
waiting
as if my...

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Spring. Same plants, same order.
Monday morning, open for business.
Tractor-trailers, day care centers.
Every leaf that’s coming out is out.

To tonight’s town meeting I will go unaware...

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3/25/01

FUTILITY FOCUSED
On unimportance
Perfection is put off
Till tomorrow

4/3/01

these shelves
have been emptied out

memories of a love

incinerated
all past tenses

blank name tag, 
blank face serves
as testimonial
loneliness

****
On a personal note...

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Brazenly stared within the

    irony of irrational horizons,

shadows colorlessly implanted on

           ...

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It’s so hard to be stuck in the middle of what the hell is this thing, the feeling the 
thought that goes through my mind...

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I shall try to awaken myself to a new beginning,
realizing the unimportance of always winning. 
      Maybe I can write...

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I am on my way to a new discovery
Of myself
A skewed imagery portrayed
Its figure dismantled, unrecognizable
By its beholder
And by its creator
Insignificance is no longer relevant
Unimportance...

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The wind blows seawards
towards eternity.
and thoughts are drifting 
into the  future far
and almost  inaccesible 
to our mind.
Deeds of the past  are lost...

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I hug the words from my life
like kites hug the wind
and use their strength and power
to guide my direction
never to drift on the air of...

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