Best Unworkable Poems
Letters, words, and phrases
Once piled, filed in my brain
Dumped went all the drawers
Words went all askew
Files, unsorted, scattered
Mixed messages now astrew
To this scene I now awaken
Into this dreadful dream
Perplexed and puzzled
Tears now stream
Reasonable realignment
Unfeasible, Unworkable,
Words washed away
Impossible to reach
Imprisoned within
Words from others
Echo in my ears
“Sufferered stroke,” “healing hospital”
Only fuel fears.
Familiar faces
Names don’t know
Smiles and tears
Both do flow
Days now pass
I try to speak
It’s hard to find
The words I seek.
I find only
a
massive
mountain of
tangled terms from
which to pick and choose.
I strain to say the sounds and work the words.
Those around me puzzled, don’t quite understand.
I know ‘things’ and ‘objects,’ on much more
I can’t expand.
Frustrated, Unfulfilled
Feeling strained and stumped
Searching for simple syllables
In massive mounds where they were dumped.
[My husband suffered a stroke on November 15, 2012. His therapist tried to explain to me what aphasia was. As frustrating as it is for the victim to make himself understood, it can be equally frustrating for the caregiver who wants to understand. This poem is my effort to have others understand.]
Categories:
unworkable, feelings, loss, lost, sick,
Form:
Rhyme
O invisible sympathetic listener
Will it annoy my elder Hitler-sister-in-law?
(O my colleague! An Arabian teacher, mocked English
and fought me for its ambiguity);
I mean my wife’s sister.
Like the Jerusalem
With ‘What Must Be Said ’!
Or but to stop this stupid self is …!
If I say I respect her,I kiss her on lips
And eyes,
Lift her up in arms
And wrestle …!
But to detest someone so dearly loved,
Or forget —
Seems unworkable …!
Categories:
unworkable, romantic,
Form:
Free verse
Gardens, houses, metaled roads, no tractor and mower
Speed limit grows in reverse, bigger and slower
Brick and concrete slowness teks ower
Sixty, forty, to thirty, where does it stop ?
Down to twenty wi’ houses on top
The infrastructure is little
Planners and government fickle
Greenbelt is pointless and brittle
Farmers berated for removing hedges and trees
Yet with urban spread, it’s the accepted disease
Tyres, bottles, wire, bricks and stone can’t be mown
Poisonous garden waste and domestic rubbish thrown
Working farms overwhelmed, engulfed and surrounded
Unworkable as animals are regularly hounded
Mechanical and vet bills compounded
Abilities and patience are seriously tested
However much time money and effort invested
rubbish knackers machines and kills animals when ingested
It matters not how well the farm is managed
Gates left open, animals and boundaries continually damaged
Old farmhouses swallowed up, all out of place
Invaded by alien architecture, right in their face
Greenfield sites with scant protections
Built-up outline grows more projections
New estates in all directions
Exponential town growth,
Ribbon development, conurbation sloth
gradual creep, sudden crawl
Houses and industrial units, landscape awl
Removes the countryside whole, urban sprawl…
Categories:
unworkable, city, environment, farm, urban,
Form:
Free verse
Let's share our love
The love we know little about
As our hands feel each other
So would our souls
Tell your boss to day is unworkable
And i will tell mine
Today is unmissable.
Today we shall harvest the fruits of love
From our Tamarind tree
Which we grew together
Today we will share the peanuts of love
We will take our oath by the giant oak tree
You and i will dine on the table, for two, of abundance
I know that our love will be loved by our love,
That this night we shall reach the peak of the stars,
Swim in the great blue sea of mystery,
And wrap ourselves with the fluid of our orgasms.
Categories:
unworkable, love, love,
Form:
Free verse
Meeting a natural blonde with sparkling eyes,
With a kind of beauty no matter what she tries.
Whose smile is opened with glad expression,
Consigning my heart with a loving impression.
Just like stained window glass sparkling and shining,
She’s a stunning brunette shimmering from within.
Her beauty is revealed to the emotional heart,
Where conveniently my romantic treks start.
I’ve never lost a chance of seeing anything so beautiful,
She has no voice to speak no ears to hear, I’m tearful.
For beauty’s is God’s handwriting and it reads well,
Yet her loving character placed me under her spell.
Beauty invariably excites my sensitive soul to fears,
She lives in a wheelchair yet she shows no tears.
Whatever kind of splendour in its supreme development
Nevertheless, my love for her is true and resonant.
Since love grows continually within me I don’t mind,
She has no knowledge of my face she is charmingly blind.
For love is the enchanted asset her heart and mine,
Her unworkable eyes produce a character so divine.
Her beauty is truth’s smile even though weak and fragile
I feast my eyes on her loving embraces and beguile.
She observes her own face in a perfect parallel,
Her tongue speaks only truth forever nouvelle.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder which is I,
Love of beauty is a taste not only of the eye.
It is only temporary but the mind lasts a lifetime
It transports me into ecstasy gratefully on cloud nine.
Categories:
unworkable, emotions,
Form:
Couplet
Ideas that seem to be Abysmal, to others,
Ideas that seem to be Big, to others,
Ideas that seem to be Crazy, to to others.
Ideas that seem to be Dangerous to others,
Ideas that seem to be Erroneous to others,
Ideas that seem to be Frightening to others.
Ideas that seem to be Great to others,
Ideas that seem to be Harmless to others,
Ideas that seem to be Illogical to others.
Ideas that seem to be Joyful to others
Ideas that seem to be Knowledgeable to others,
Ideas that seem to be Loveable to others.
Ideas that seem to be Manageable to others,
Ideas that seem to be Nonsense to others,
Ideas that seem to be Opulent to others.
ideas that seem to be Perfect to others,
Ideas that seem to be Quaint to others,
Ideas that seem to be Relevant to others.
Ideas that seem to be Silly to others,
Ideas that seem to be Thoughtful to others,
Ideas that seem to be Unworkable to others.
Ideas that seem to be Vulgar to others,
Ideas that seem to be Wonderous to others,
Ideas that seem to be X-rated to others.
Ideas that seem to be Young to others,
Ideas that seem to be Zippy to others.
Ideas that seem to be Never put to use for good or bad by most.
Categories:
unworkable, absence, age, analogy, baptism,
Form:
Grook
Hello to all soupers.. My best wishes to all.. I am trying to get to grips with a
Narrative account, of a meeting I had way back in 1994 which only popped back
In my mind January of 2023.' It is mentally difficult to recall the exact sequence
Of dialogue.. Not least because I know now this ( random meeting ) with what I
Now know was a 'w e 'f operative had me initially be- moaning human overpopulation
And its 'so called' detrimental effects on the planet.' It was me who started the talk
To the complete stranger who I have never seen since..I validated the event by checking
Lectures in the university he noted the was working..And some of what I considered
Unworkable ideas that I aired on the day I now see coming into existence in our world
I had obviously picked up ' some ideaology' also 15 years prior? So It seems from what
I see spoken at davos.. and catchphrases I have some part in our current predicament
Which I need to address, and it is a mental stress..I will finish now, I hope to get on I
Could finish this in a few hours now, but it's so depressing.'
I may get on to make the odd comment but please bear with
Me? All the best, all my love.'
Categories:
unworkable, education,
Form:
Narrative
So what country did you make?
Is it a penthouse, or a rented cubbyhole
in the same sky high city where the difference
is the size of your hold-out that can also peer out.
When the TV is silent and sullen
do you wonder
what other country you belong to?
Do you risk getting shot
for just looking out of a window,
or do you lollygag over fine wines
and does your bowtie spin
when you grin?
Do the people guard you
or impinge upon your sovereignty
with their greasy knives and forks?
Did you register as a foreigner
with the borderless guard dogs?
Did your country come with
a trash compactor and a rattrap?
I also come from a land as isolated as yours.
I travel incognito
as a stranger known to be unwanted
until kidnapped.
Did you choke twice
over an olive in your dirty martini?
Did you vow to stay far away
from the drug-dazed
and only send out or call in
for your own addictions?
Does your country salute you
for having regular bowel movements,
for not clogging up the toilet bowl?
I, like you, wrote my own constitution
it is written on an old postcard
that I sent to myself.
Are you a founder or a spy
snooping from an eye in the sky?
I may visit your county;
feel free to borrow my nose hair trimer,
my first born.
We, the Emperors of just enough space
should ratify unworkable treaties,
we may need to test
the limits of a mutual hostility.
When you turn the TV back on
do you, like me, wonder what country
this is that hates us from afar?
Blow smoke, smoke blow, suck when necessary,
bruit a patriotic vapor
into a rattling air conditioner,
never surrender.
Categories:
unworkable, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Imprisioned deep inside is the existing power of guilt,
unworkable to disregard, the power has now built.
I feel no shamelessness to relinquish this unwanted strength,
as its been my chaperon for its unwanted length.
A Shadow of displeasure hauls over me like a dismal cloud,
corrupting my perception and leaving me far from proud.
Lacking the vision of that diminutive fragment of hope i once had clutched guared in my
dream,
now all is bewildered in the course transition of the natural flow in the stream.
Categories:
unworkable, life, me, power,
Form:
Today, keys and battery proved
The old dear won’t move anymore.
The conscientious mechanic tried,
Even decked a fake trunk to cheer me up.
A lump in my stomach arose when I thought of her,
The cool highway, the cowboy hats
The love of her, until, until
She used that mind of her own that now sits silent, dead.
She winked down the road at the dark glass of yesterday,
And resigned to knowing,
Her insides are repaired though unworkable, where pretty girls
For 24 years, for 24 years giggled and planned.
She now must be moved to make way for the yard man,
To grow that golden and burn-ed grass, while
The tears of remembrance roll, another
Crossing into an older land.
And I must say Goodbye.
Categories:
unworkable, best friend, grief,
Form:
Narrative
She's a Cyndi Lauper look-alike.
had a ‘one hit wonder’ back in the day;
a tune about some balloons and a bike.
She's not new anymore
but still a ‘hip’ artifact for sure.
Glittered eyebrows, bangles, and beads,
she’s what any wistful old guy
thinks he needs.
The spiky hair with crimson streaks
peeks between lacquered tweaks
of graying strands;
a pixie named Trixie, revered
by many 80's rock bands.
We like her colorful untidiness;
the prismatic stockings, her
mismatched punkie-ness
always the under-dressed
epitome of a pop princess.
She has her own style,
not old
just been around awhile.
Notwithstanding
folks still smile
at her girlish wiles.
Still an internet presence,
still childish enough
though her voice is more gruff
due to toking
medicinal stuff.
Now she sells pain creams,
and walk-in tubs as seen on TV
for those with gout and unworkable knees.
The renowned owner
of pimped-up poodles,
she maintains herself
on bowls of wasabi noodles.
The lady dwells above all commonsense
amid a trendy affluence,
way above
the madding throng,
forever hopeful, ever young
a songbird trilling ambrosial love,
of balloons and bikes and far off days
when sheeny rainbows
paved our more simple ways.
Categories:
unworkable, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
The Four Seasons
All the world has four seasons,
why do some think they don't?
They all present differently,
no matter where you are on earth.
We don't need to think we are supreme
beings because we have snowfall.
Nor should we down our sisters and
brothers who choose a sunny climate
other than ours as brainless,dull fuzzballs.
I don't know much, but I know
this.
I will hear complaints from all
when it snows.
At first it will be all ooos and ahs!
But after weeks of shoveling
and unworkable cars,oh my!
They wail for the next season.
If one is lucky enough to be at
home, snowfall is a delight!
But for those who have to work
daily or walk or fall in freezing cold.
This whooping over snow gets
pretty old!
Notes:
*Poet once lived in Chicago
almost half her existence in
the Windy City.
But once she touched the fine
joys of the state of California
life, fell in love with it.
I do mean,hopelessly.*
August 16, 2019
Categories:
unworkable, chicago, snow,
Form:
Free verse
Beggar, beggar
brazen beggar
Bluntly begging
for a buddy
Ain't that silly?
Most ludicrous!
Beggar, beggar
bratty beggar
blatantly blathering
about her blunders
Ain't that shameful?
Most insensate!
Beggar, beggar
bouncy beggar
bragging boldly
about her bounty
Ain't that funny?
Most hilarious!
Beggar, beggar
blithe beggar
boastfully blagging
about her prattle
Ain't that stunning?
Most astounding!
Beggar, beggar
bumbling beggar
bemusedly begging
for heartbreak
Ain't that woeful?
Most ruthful!
Beggar, beggar
my dear beggar
please stop beseeching
the improbable
Why should you implore
the impossible
Just be be brave
and go bimble
far away
from the shambles
But remember:
don't let you heart
beg your mind
for an answer
for my dear beggar
that's unworkable
Categories:
unworkable, endurance,
Form:
Free verse
Used to be that planning your day around the breakfast table,
Was no fable,
And made perfect sense.
Now of course that is unworkable,
As most now text able,
But have trouble making a lot of cents,
As discussing only failed plans at the tea table,
Does not make you work able,
And points to a lack of common sense.
Categories:
unworkable, addiction, age, analogy, anxiety,
Form:
Burlesque
Standing up, on top
straddling the seesaw
one foot on each side, now.
Whichever way I lean
sends the upside down
and the downside up.
Slippery slide
to the flip-side
is unworkable.
It's lunge, parry
riposte.
Categories:
unworkable, self,
Form:
Free verse