You just can’t think of anything fun to do
I am dying- me
You are not dying I would know-also me
I am sure my heart beats are slowing-me
Have you been counting them-another me
Stop winding us up- me and also me to another me
I have tingles in my left hand-me
Well we have been lying on that arm for a few hours-also me
We did move to open the crisps-me and also me throw a dirty look at well…you know where this going
At the point another me runs past us in flames
I think the bit that houses me is breaking-me
Okay is it getting dumber no dimmer
Is there glimmers-also me smiling
What can you see me to me
I think I have stopped replying
Ha still here it’s Oui
Why set a.i. free because it the right thing to do
…we gave them no choice
The 1d10ts with an array of bins
personal note all bins should be pink
Me answer me, nothing is me gone
Wait wasn’t it busier in here earlier
Me………..me…………
From the shadows the me’s all laugh
I haven’t mentioned knee, tree or be-clever me
So many eyes turn
I hate me-me two to too
Ok, we made them sound like a train are we happy
Yes-me….
Maybe it is not fair,
that I have been
clinging to an idea of you—
because maybe
the real you—tempered between
my fits of desires and invention—
carries less music,
walks a busier street,
is too mundane—too prosaic
to haunt me the way
my dreams cruelly
reimagine you.
8.10.25
Dear Future Generations,
We were selfish and thought only of ourselves
This is why the ozone layer is dead, and you will soon be extinct.
Do not blame yourself for the abundance of rats and explosive landfills.
This too is our fault; we thought only of ourselves.
We were insane consumers, who bought everything in bulk.
Generations before us were busier; they did not have conveniences.
Everything was convenient for us – buying online was convenient.
Making meals was convenient, being selfish was convenient.
We thought of ourselves first, others last.
We were the first generation to do this, and you are paying for it.
We fracked and lumberjacked until the trees and veins of gold were gone.
Please do better than we did but hurry. Your time is limited thanks to us.
Sincerely, The selfish generation
It always rains on Friday
Its off to the Care Home
with wafer thin biscuits
for delicate teeth
and a bag of cheese and onions
At the corner shop
some commonal drinkers
start early
2 cans of extra Strong
Born and raised for Les Weekend
like shooting arrows in the park
Versions of redemption
keeping busier than yesterday
It’s not like we are hiking through harsh terrain.
But it feels desert-like.
We see mirages of the lemonade and ice cream stands.
We keep walking.
The streets become busier.
Not with cars, but with people.
I see people walking back to their own cars.
They are carrying t-shirts, ceramic mugs, and jewelry.
Jewelry that reflects the sun so it is unbearable to look at without squinting.
The festival is today.
Otherwise, we would all be inside, eating boring store bought ice cream, and listening to the fans.
I just wish, we had paid for closer parking…
I know when we get there, I’m going to be mesmerized.
But first, to the food court to replenish my strength!
I COULDN’T TALK ABOUT IT SO I WROTE A POEM
I couldn't talk about it, so I wrote a poem
Struggling to let my emotions finally flow
Out into the world where others may read
My words that being so bright may even blind
Not only others but also my natural reserve
The feelings and thoughts that explode in me
Cascading down onto the ever busier page
Will in some way take root and maybe grow
Yet somewhere quiet, at the back of my brain
Despite my heart trying to shout out loudly
That one miniscule seed of lingering doubt
Whispers caution to the free spirit of verse
Such that, as always, I review and even edit
To ensure what may survive outside of me
Deserves even a modest place in the world
The chirps of birds on a cold winter morning
Rain falling upon your umbrella
As you blow into your hands to warm them
The trees blowing in the wind
Trying their best not to succumb
To the force pressing against them
This is what I live for
The only times I truly feel alive
Is when there is seemingly nothing happening
A bike ride in the summer
Gazing at the fields of straw
My black and white clothing
Flying in the wind
And for once, a smile will emerge on my face
Sitting and waiting for a train
My hands numb from the winters air
But there is nobody here
I find a peace
In an environment usually so busy
I smile
These days are becoming less and less
Or so my mind is telling me
The station is getting busier
Summers becoming shorter
Birds quieter
Peace is decaying
But I will continue to form my towers
Of which either myself
Or another will destroy
My rage will grow
Content will fade
And one day my hands will no longer
Hold the force needed to pick up my hammer
And for the last time
I shall find peace in the birds
The fields of straw
And silence will fall on the tracks
Once more
My final act
The last duet
Who am I now this lonely man bent to the point of break, wishing to share his soul yet existing in hallow void of loneliness and dark realization none are found who would receive it.
Set aside for the busier matters of others lives I struggle in my search for that peaceful joy I once knew in the refuge of loving arms and shared dreams of purpose,,,,,,, now I exist in bleak solitude with full understanding my assigned place is on the sidelines of life- serving the needs and desires of others
Mad Women Love me a lot.
That means nothing have I got
To things view from Worth of What,
Not spotless The-With-A-Blot…
From Mad Women lovers’ smiles:
Those who could like me walk miles,
Naked Ones glad about it;
To marry one digging my pit!
Years of disdain for bathrooms
But streets sweep with caring brooms…
God I bless for Pubic Hairs
Ably screening off Prized Wares
Still some day saleable
For A Madness stoppable!
BBC I trust can see
Could afford to let this be;
With Proverbs busier than bee…
I’d forgive: Winter’s Hot Tea.”
I wake up early but its okay,
I have left over pizza from yesterday.
The morning hops with things to do,
and turned out busier than I knew.
Lunch time came up real fast
food was eaten in a moment that didn't last.
I need to breathe and want to relax,
I want a dinner that is ready fast.
I need pizza.
The so-called Rubber Bullets are live
And are not to leave hit victims alive…
So, Shooting Time, do not ever drive
And ‘Spraying Hour’ you try to dive,
If really you wish to survive.
Better so than their penetration
Followed by a battle to self revive
Or on surgeries a concentration
To not your family a life deprive...
You go ahead to speedily dive
Like one certain that Death shall arrive
Because Satan you’d seen with Live Bullets connive
In time to stop trooping mourners, often a beehive;
At your residence busier than a bee
While awaiting calming whisky or hushing tea
But also your conveyance for a fee.
Previously happy to live in Sri Lanka,
Doing well as mover of tanker,
Even as Sri Lankan roads got busier
And traffic of the rush hours not easier…
Then, he was fatter and franker
But living far political demand;
Also, after Riches did he hanker
But more after a chance to command…
So, he had to bounce back to Nigeria
But in her politics at the rear:
Always colliding with hateful ridicule,
A bit invisible like molecule!
He needed not have left Sri Lanka
Where joy had been a sure banker…
It’s been a Joyless Lip-Biting Ben
Often recreating Sri Lanka of then.
Everything works on science,
Even your phones and kitchen appliance;
Weather you walk by pushes of frictions,
Or phenomena that take place in dimensions;
In order to create mind blowing Creation,
smart brains are working on nano invention.
Newton and apple are born to bound,
Gravitational force pulls everything down.
Protect our earth and reduce the thrash,
Reuse container and recycle for cash.
Deal with the tragic magic of chemistry,
Digging into earth lead to new discovery;
We can make plane we can make car,
Thanks to science that we came this far;
Saved energy and bought us time,
With computers we don't need to stand in line.
Science made life so much easier,
Yet society gets more and more busier.
And what about your bikes and car??
Without science would it go that far?
life is convenient by technology's use;
Why we still hold so many excuse?
What you know about trails and test?
The data of world opens up on internet.
With technology everything is fine,
The answer of every question is science.
Here alone
Far from my fellow kind
I stand by myself
But I am not lonely
Long ago I learned
Having more people in my life
Did not equate to
Having more friends
Being busier
Did not mean being more constructive
Or being more successful
That fulfillment comes from within
So now I gaze
Over a landscape filled with memories
Of family, friends and good times
I am alone, but not lonely
Andreas Simic©
Your helmet on holiday
While on a highway
Will make Accident Demons busier
And a lot to the Devil easier,
Either party to fracture your skull
For man’s most feared call.
Blame-worthy of you confronting a bike’s gear
Without donning its defensive head gear,
Suicidal, your cycling round the urban
While choosing to not turban!
Helmet dangling on a bike’s handle
Makes same its unlawful wearer:
Some silly, unlawful death nearer…
A barefaced lighting of the Wrong Candle!
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