Best Without Consideration Poems
Seems as if I have waited
In line or on hold on the phone
Where blatant disrespect is shown
No longer fast service to show
courteous appreciation
Just wait, wait, wait
Without consideration
Take a number
Life is what this is
Waiting for something
Or anything
Or nothing
Waiting for the other shoe to drop
Waiting to see
Waiting to hear
No longer is waiting a past time
Waiting is all the time
Take a number
Do not have a seat
Just wait
Stress high
I no longer know what
I am waiting for
In this waiting game
When I get to the front of the line
The well has run dry
Or there’s a sign on the desk
Saying OUT to Lunch
My life is a take a number life
I have no reason to wait anymore
There is no wait left in me
The other shoe has fallen
The line is much too long
Time is up, the building closed
And now my time has come
I get on the line to talk with God
He asked me what I did while here
I waited, I exclaimed
I waited
I waited to be born
I waited in line to die
But most of all I waited...
On Christmas every year
Hello we are transferring your call ....
Hello, someone will be with you shortly
All of our representatives
are busy helping other customers
Your wait time should be
approximately twenty minutes
Hello, God
Can you hear me?
I waited..
I was next hello; Buzzzzzz..
a duty is an obligation
lawfull in it's nature
a desire is an invitation
no lawfull will is required
a duty compells one to act
accordingly
while desire look's for
opportunity
a duty can be honorable
courageous and justified
and desire loving, kind
and modified
a husband can perform
duties for his wife
without the desire
of pleasing her life
a husband can give her
the things she needs
without consideration
of the food the soul feeds
a husband can promise
for the rest of his life
but it really does'nt matter
if it is'nt pleasing his wife
there is a duty to go home
and a desire to bring flowers
a duty to phone
and a desire to spend hours
a duty to love and love
are two different things
one could be desire
and the other just a ring
where one is earthly
the other a heavenly thing
with in giving and recieving
where would your soul be
My pride for the Girl Child
Adorned with beauty
Carved in sensitivity
Nourished in humility
Crowned in glory
Yet denied of my pride
I weep that I might find my place
Struggled from birth to maturity because of who I am
Day by day I face the challenges of acceptance
Hide my insecurity with smiles
To make all happy around me
Yet denied of my pride
At conception they ask is me or my other kind? And the other is chosen over me
They celebrate my other kind as if am not the divines creation
They say am just a fraction out of the whole
They tear me apart with their traditions and religion
Denying me of my pride
They cut my part at a tender age
To disguise their brutality saying they are saving me from waywardness
They shut my mouth from speaking of my freedom
Saying they are teaching submission and humility
Yet denying of my pride.
They treated me as inferior
Excluded me from their plan yet decided my fate
Singing and cheering me up
With chains of mediocrity they bound me
Denying of my pride
They sold me out without consideration for money that had no value
To start a new life at my tender age when I still needed the tenderness and love
Without thinking of my dreams and goals
They pierced my heart with their lust and greed
And they denied me of my pride
They captured me from my innocence because I dared to dream
They took me to an unknown destination
Deprived me of building my life, made me a slave of my own sex
Used me as a toy for their satisfaction, destroying my youth and self esteem
Denying me of my pride
Have been abused but not addicted
Molested but not arrested, Violated but not violent
Bruised but not wounded, Beaten but not destroyed
I fought my way to be here
They cant deny me of my pride .
Am aware of my potentials
I take my destiny in my hands
I will be liberated
I will be educated
I will be celebrated
They cant deny me of my pride.
Omoteleola Vera-Cruz
My pride for the Girl Child
Adorned with beauty
Carved in sensitivity
Nourished in humility
Crowned in glory
Yet denied of my pride
I weep that I might find my place
Struggled from birth to maturity because of who I am
Day by day I face the challenges of acceptance
Hide my insecurity with smiles
To make all happy around me
Yet denied of my pride
At conception they ask is me or my other kind? And the other is chosen over me
They celebrate my other kind as if am not the divines creation
They say am just a fraction out of the whole
They tear me apart with their traditions and religion
Denying me of my pride
They cut my part at a tender age
To disguise their brutality saying they are saving me from waywardness
They shut my mouth from speaking of my freedom
Saying they are teaching submission and humility
Yet denying of my pride.
They treated me as inferior
Excluded me from their plan yet decided my fate
Singing and cheering me up
With chains of mediocrity they bound me
Denying of my pride
They sold me out without consideration for money that had no value
To start a new life at my tender age when I still needed the tenderness and love
Without thinking of my dreams and goals
They pierced my heart with their lust and greed
And they denied me of my pride
They captured me from my innocence because I dared to dream
They took me to an unknown destination
Deprived me of building my life, made me a slave of my own sex
Used me as a toy for their satisfaction, destroying my youth and self esteem
Denying me of my pride
Have been abused but not addicted
Molested but not arrested, Violated but not violent
Bruised but not wounded, Beaten but not destroyed
I fought my way to be here
They cant deny me of my pride .
Am aware of my potentials
I take my destiny in my hands
I will be liberated
I will be educated
I will be celebrated
They cant deny me of my pride.
Omoteleola Vera-Cruz
Government, corporations, military,
Healthcare, and the insurance you carry -
if you fight them in court, you have my respect.
Mega-systems don't care about lives they've wrecked,
and the b******ds always win.
In the personal life of your own creation,
you can tune into a loving vibration.
You can change this sad saying to a bad cliche,
or if it's true, you can make it easier anyway,
when the b******ds always win.
Fighting the machine is enough to overwhelm,
but it's not right to knock out the man at the helm.
If you can cause change, you're a better man than I.
After the struggles I've had, I don't even try,
and the b******ds always win.
The almighty dollar is all that matters,
without consideration for lives it shatters.
People in the system, ain't more than a cog.
To get someone to care, you must buy a dog,
and the b******ds always win.
You ripped my heart out
You used it as a cushion without consideration
You ripped my heart out
You left me in despair without a care
You ripped my heart out
You used it to keep yourself occupied and took me for a joyride
You ripped my heart out
You left be wondering about this ambivalent relationship, something I could
never grip
You ripped my heart out
You used my hopes from the get-go, made it seem like such a natural flow
You ripped my heart out
You left me with anger, doubt, sadness, hurt something I can't construe as
you left me the way
that I had found you
You might as well of ripped my heart out - you wore it out
Age
Time is immortal; I have not heard its death
Born objects and pictures vanish from fears of age
Whether you kill them or leave for time’s feed
It is same no need of definition because it is age
Heard matters are numberless and countless universes spread
What to do with them to me even I have no idea of basic guess
I born within time I die before age dies
No concern with me as of shadows prevails with light
A thought in heart tickles remembering miracle death
What will be my next age where to go with this irremovable age?
Fun I see in those kids playing without consideration of losses
My mind whirls within dark one day I need to leave this age
Old peoples’ cough reminds me their age I know they forget
Involvement of them in gossips with friends with broadening face
Age grew older but I do not notice to it like that other greys
Brave it is I have read it can demolish crest of mountain in rest.
29/08/2014/
Poetics Poem 5
********(Mimesis)******
Dear Aristotle, where, then,
Do the Arts fit?
You say each of them
Falls to mimesis, but their works, to me,
Erupt into present moments
Wearing immediate faces - not masks -
Speaking their own lyrics
Without consideration of what came
Before or will come afterwards,
Presenting a stage for dialogue...
Opening platforms for exchange.
The artworks begin anew each time
The audience receives impressions
Or as the works are relived repeatedly,
They may bring new strokes, viewed as
Potentially new and not, as you say,
“Imitations of imitations.”
Inspiration feeds the audience
As well as the artists, and all
Of time moves to
Impress upon the exchanges.
(C) sally Young Eslinger 2/22/20
Free the birds, let them go to the East
The North is unfavourable to them;
The terrorists has done them wrong
Feasting from where they have not sown.
The overwhelmed corpses on the ground
Has becomes the object of their pains.
Free the angry birds to their songs
Are aching our innocent fearful ears;
Let the birds sing to the air of their pains,
Maybe their tone could be heard and be of
help the casualities
We have listened and our ears are worn out
To their sagging songs.
Allow the birds to march to the Eagle's square,
Their plight could be heard in the midst of the house
In the morning of their quest to see the change,
The Boo Harries seek selfishly without consideration.
Try to maintain the tempo of their sagging voice
And make the note known abroad where
Emotions and feelings are not morally abused.
Mount the speakers outside the Eagle's square and let them sing to the Boo Harries of our economy,
Master the beat of their melody for the
Beauty of their agony lies in the lyrics of their songs.
I have seen them lately at the corner whispering,
Lingered words to the cloud of the suffering which
The Boo Harries have pushed them into.
Free the angry birds to tell the world their plight.
Your short shaggy stumps
That graze the ground
Of dead leaves and dirt
Your wet, black snout that smothers the soil with smell
Your empty eyes that dart from where your first patch of paw leads,
And the last follows
Your contained existence
From here to there
And back again
What else have you?
This moment’s piss,
That last moment’s slumber
The thoughtless then and now dance you do
Without consideration for what the final performance may look like
And it looks like nothing
Except for all your futile nows
That you execute with reflexive precision
Your hind leg in the air
Your hollow pug face stare
Your undiscerning bladder flows
On some beckoning bark
Then you trot off
In circles
Much like me,
Coming and pissing and leaving
From tree to tree
Breathes
2010
2010 long way from the 1950’s, early years
A stranger to the time
Widen oz, here I come
Ripping through wonderful passage
Awaken
First breath, March 25, 1977
Born a sinner, catholic scriptures
Passages misunderstood, misinterpret
Finding ways into my early years
Place upon me, the leader a man
Followers, believers
You, her, me; how can he understand?
Trinity
Three times baptized
Sins immunized
Confessions, the duties of catholic followers
My must at a young age
Not knowing better
For my amusement, fables narrated
Lies I told to the one who I must confess to
Teenage years rage
No more, no longer my friend
White man on cross be gone
You took with no explanation
You didn’t even console me
There I stand
Refusing, forced I went
Skin shed
Second breath, March 16, 1991
Early, middle twenties I am
Without consideration, thoughts I launched
Long infatuation, my first
Sinner I have become
Sins my home
Indulging, second conquest
Younger than I by a few years
Silk like skin, imposter is she
Still my gain
Discovery of old, nothing new
She lays next to me
Knowing my history, she reached
Soft her skin
With every touch, energy runs through
Mutual understanding
Happiness
Trinity
Third time the charm
Reborn
Third breath, November 6, 2005
Every drop won't be enough
to bribe a heart that feels so much.
With every well dried to the bone
I forget your face and can't find home.
You warm my blood you'd be my crutch
Just take her place with care or such.
Like rubbing salt into a wound
I pour the fire from its tomb.
and now my chances just seem slim
As she watched this curse suck me right in
Your weightless lips pressed to my head.
pushed me closer to my edge.
You filled me up then drank me down.
Half full of hope for a second round.
Unscrew the skull to find your prize
Then squeeze my neck and hang me dry.
Confide your troubles in me my friend.
These walls will never speak again.
A sweetheart bittered by your taste.
Its all your fault but i won't waste.
You're loyalty to a trusted friend
who drags you to the rivers edge
then binds the boulder around your feet
and watches as you sink beneath.
To breathe your oath of self destruction
the light is bent, your in too deep.
So wield the sword you left behind
and cut the shackles, restraints, and binds.
To reach the surface and find your breath
this is not the way one should find death.
Drop the glass, for hell it sent
Or you'll drown in all that will ferment.
Soothe the fire on your tongue
or forever will your soul be numb.
Soothing are the notes you hear
when desperation's drawing near.
So strum a chord, or hum a tune
for music is what humbles you.
A racing mess, concealed in glass,
Impulsive thoughts on which we crash.
Intoxicate me, as sorrow drowns
You'll kneel before the melting crown.
That exploits your truth, feeling content
then chews your trust without consent.
Repulsive, wholesome, honest actions
multiplied by numerous factors.
Speaking without consideration
the vulnerable target for humiliation.
The symptoms sounding too cliche
ounce for ounce, it seems risque
but I accept your challenge, yet another day.
The road to freedom, faint and blurred
you ask for help, but your words are slurred.
I won't let you fool me friend.
I've fooled myself time and again.
No need to let her see me so.
Without you i would never know
what's its like to want or envy
you'll ruin all life puts before me.
I bid goodnight to an empty shelf
tomorrow anew, bring me my hell.
she waited before she sat
I listened to every word she said
I stopped to look over
what she wrote
I had memorized most
of the words in my head
without considering
and even without consideration
it was obvious to understand
even through these negations
lacking considered understanding
I sighted her lack of concern
I stood on the virtue of reasoning
not to have this a lesson learned
which had started silently
each word defined
we read over the contract
not caring or being kind
her face showed no emotion
I hope neither did mine
her offerings were to expensive
and offered too little time
payment and repayment
with no room to negotiate
it lacked consideration
especially if I were to come up late
she reorganized the wording
to create a yearly expense
instead of a twelve month period
she would extend the expense
she allowed 10 months to be perfect
and two months to chore
lateness would have exception
and the time she would explore
I extended my hand
and we'd shake in agreement
time worth taking
a contract of agreement
I have always wanted it
She has always rejected it
I have on different occasions proposed it
She has without consideration disposed it
Gbam!!! she finally agreed
But the ocean was deeper than expected
Likewise the substances were softer than expected
Even the responses were more professional than expected
Then, it was obvious the initial gragraism was all deceit
ABSOL
You and me
Climbed together on the mountains
To find peace but couldn’t find
You and me
Flew together up above the blue skies
To measure the height of nature
But could not measure
You and me
Jumped together into deep blue sea
To find the depth of life
But could not find
Finally all efforts exhausted in despair
Eventually everything connects
Because everything already existed
Within ourselves
Limited wants are peace
Live and let others live
Is the depth of life
And to serve humanity without consideration
Is the height of nature
As every gift of nature bears no cost