Best Uselessly Poems

The balmy breeze wafted over the prairie,
Where yellow cowslips huddled in patches.
And here and there I heard a whisper echoing:
Love her, love her, love her.

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Adrift in this vast,
empty sea. Silent,
save for the beckoning call
of  distant gulls,
your only friend. And 
the makeshift mast and sail is
uselessly flaccid.

And beneath,
concealed
by the...

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Ignorance....

How is it...gifted with
abilities to reason
we can all remain so unaware...

How is it...gifted with
mental ability of logic
yet,what do we really know....

Even with our limited sense
of...

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In this haunted room I feel a presence build.
So thick is the air, closing in as you capture space.
The empty chair that was, now your...

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And here comes another sleepless night
I try to make light of it with all my might
I have spent my hours and minutes uselessly…feeling numb sensations...

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The wheels of time keep turnin
The fires of life keep burnin.
Time’s a turnin, fire’s a burnin.
The hallowed halls of history
Waitin to spill their mystery,
From history...

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What happened?

I bolt awake, the heat of the fire 
Still burning in my brain.

Oh, it was just a dream.

Or was it?  I look at...

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Our religion forbids all 
games of chance guys
We ain't allowed to 
indulge in that harmful 
enterprise
But no one can claim that 
gambling is at all...

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Who am I?
A fur blown away by the wind,
A small nerve detached from a great mind,
A small cheer suppressed by restless sighs,
A little chirp disappeared...

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Uselessly frightened by a knife, skin was scared
to feel transcendent touch also in vain
......

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How funny this rain is
Wetting itself uselessly 
In the sunshine....

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All her belongings fitted into a suitcase and a small carry-on bag.

After 18 years, my helper was going home for good.

During those years, not a...

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She’s just tired and scared of walking home alone,
Stepping outside in the dark is among her greatest threats,
Honestly, she is afraid that any day she...

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She sits by a dying hearth, an album open in her lap
The cold silent room startles like a slap
Mouldy images stare back from the past
Prints...

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In my green green salad days 
I roamed in my thoughts over the universe
Immersed with the great writings.
Then physically exposed to different cultures
Meeting people of...

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