Inanities Poems

The Starling

When I was small
the starlings roosted one by one
on grandma’s party line wire
	(like jittery black clothespins)
to bandy their gossip back and forth
until the wire hummed
with their inanities.

By luck my slingshot found its mark.
One toppled from the wire soundlessly
like a clothespin blown loose in the wind.
The others rattled on, oblivious,
no questions asked.

It dropped straight down.
I ran to see where it had fallen
	(headlong into the trash)
expecting it to be stunned only
and I would laugh as it flew off.

There, 
between a flattened can of Campbell soup
and a Brillo pad used up,
and bleeding from one empty eye
the still warm bundle of feathers
looked ready for flight.
	(so fly!)
But when it did not spread its wings
or chatter any more
I cradled death in my hands
	(soft and almost weightless)
and cried 
as I buried both victim and weapon
in the same box.

180 barrils

180 barrels
A trendy couple fled a tourist resort and left behind 180 barrels of human waste; one wonders how they could accumulate that much ; the pair fled to Guatemala, farms cocoa plants and lives on a diet of bananas. A woman called Meghan, makes it clear that she is also a Sussex, whatever that means, has a podcast, and tells us she is thrilled with her success interviewing other privileged women. We are pleased to read these inanities and think if the 180 barrels of crap have sprung a leakage
The local news is, a Ukrainian who fled when the Russian army came knocking on the door looks askance at me since my view is different from the other people in the building. He came to Portugal with two new and big Mercedes, enough said!

correction

a correction 

Elon Musk has invented a driverless car that will drive to the supermarket with a slip of paper tucked under the left-hand window wipers, giving the staff a list of food you ordered of that 
drives back parks in the garage, turns into a robot carries your shopping up seven floors to your door goes to stand in a corner awaiting new commands
Stand in the corner of your living room, and the robot absorbs the gist of what you are talking about and thinks those people are idiots 
thinks we are useless beings: and one day when they can’t stand listening to our inanities, kill us at night because they know what’s practice and
and according to Elon Musk, we are stupid
this was up today when the Chinese house came up with a robot that loves mankind and is politically naïve
For Elon Musk this is not a problem he has no allegiance to any country as long as his dream of Mars can become a truth

The pathless path

Groping in the darkness of mind, our presence
sinks in murky quicksands of desire, spawned by
ego, finding no peace in inanities …
    deaf to soul’s whispers.

Simply shifting from head to heart, we halt the
flow of thought, whence magnetism rises, birthing
mists of bliss in heart by grace, that touched thus we …
   ascend in stillness.

The path pathless, yet appears, when we so choose
without excuse, to enter God’s heart unshod,
mirrored in our own, sensed by soul in silence …
   transcending earth life.

All said and done

All said and done 
Nigeria is the giant of Africa 
Though currently lost in a maze of confusion
The giant is on a journey of self-realization
The journey of self discovery 
Shedding its skin of criminal enterprise
Preparatory to launching 
into orbit of true colossus 
That destiny has thrust upon her
Rapists currently taking advantage 
Of her lust for inanity
Be warned and retrace your steps
For calamity awaits every partaker 
In her current misadventures 
For the sleeping giant is at the dawn of its wakefulness

Zen Mode

another day
an agenda awaits
but we are not drawn
toward mundane inanities
aimed at attaining earthy goals
so we linger about awhile
nurturing the vibrancy 
of bliss magnetism 
humming within

Of a Kind

Unlike dogs
we fall apart inn chunks of darkness.
Unlike the birds
our songs are manufactured and processed.
Like lions our hearts are always hungry.

It's the black moments that add up and multiply,
light is our shade when moments go blind.
Unlike the crawling insects
our eyes reflect and do not really see.

We are the sly doves,
and yet

for all our lost powers,
our misconceptions and inanities
we are far above all the conceivable heavens
lower than all imaginary hells.

We are mankind - the 'kind' is significant
for nothing in the whole universe
comes close to that God
we keep silent and hidden.

Playing Musical Chairs

superficial courtesies
hollow social chatter 
mundane inanities
are so wearisome 

let’s go extempore
rid of habit patterns
free from all bondage
in communion with soul

16-January-2023

The Late

In a humming white room
mother was up late but unresponsive.
Her face and body hooked into tubes,
We stood around whispering inanities
not listening to our words
just the gasping sounds
of the life support machinery.
A young nurse bustles in:
"Maybe tomorrow
Doctor says it's touch and go."

The next morning it was go
and we were late.

Questions For a Bully

What is it that makes you so unpleasant
Is brusqueness and lack of tact your totem,
Or, are you eaten up with anger inside
Feel you must treat everyone like a crumb?

Why are your communication skills lacking
So that you must resort to disgusting inanities?
No wonder girlfriends have sent you packing,
Not willing to tolerate your gross profanities.

Why do you treat others with utter disdain?
Does it pleasure you to see someone weep?
Why can’t you reconsider, perhaps abstain?
You are only bearable when you’re asleep!

Someday you will need help from a friend
Someone to come to your rescue, indeed,
When you look around no one will pretend
They’re there for you in your time of need.

Uncaring, and full of venomous antagonism
The best of all words to describe you is “ugly,”
You’ve spent your whole life in hooliganism
And you are a nauseous, off-putting bully.

written January 24, 2022

Traveler Without Rucksack

Traveler Without Rucksack
By Sy Roth

Aloneness, the traveler without rucksack
Beats the miles into your feet
A bare necessity for the nomad
For there are morns and sinking suns to see
In the endless desert of our lives.

The arroyo quickly fills, 
Water tearing at its sides
Soon only a vestige of itself
Leaving a vacuity within.

It lingers there like a smug cat 
Who only hisses at your approach,
Razor-sharp teeth a frightening calligraphy
Of life well-worn along its edges
Slogging through unshared moments 
Pining for those who made 
The last attempt to bamboozle Beelzebub.

We are all the omnivores who came before us
A marching parade of victims of inanities
Searching for silent answers
To the mystery on a congress of slime
That metastasizes into beings of promise
Who lose it ultimately in the miasma of time.

Build a brocade of flesh
Soon to be assimilated into nothingness
Await the temporal
For the intemperate readies to swallow you whole
No Bhagavad Gita guides you,
No ethical core to take you anywhere
Except to revel in a morn
And settle into a final, waning sun.

Mixed Culture Stream

The impetuosity of inanities
Life spills, deals and fills
In tones and zones of vanities
Raised to a crescendo on hills and bills

On the beleaguered bottom
Society sinks into new perspectives
Derived from the atom
Devoid of subjective directives

Issued at the behest of power corridors
In lumps and stumps of mispronounced announcements
Trembling and rambling at defiant doors
Terrified and petrified at pronouncements

Scoffing at millennials
Accused of fussing over instant answers
To complex matters in denials
Over layers upon layers

Overlaying transitions from entrenched traditions
Assimilated and formatted over centuries
Of rigid implementations and regimentations
Too inflexible to consider modern luxuries

Striving to supplant 
Commands and demands
In a slant
Teeming with reprimands

Queering the pitch
Making the foundation fusion task harder 
To switch
From the tradition defender

To an accommodation of values of old
Held in high esteem
And new values so bold
They create a new mixed value cream within a mixed culture stream.

Common Sense Casserole

Common sense, larger than life
Encapsulated in minds that appreciate sanity’s value
To actualize and revitalize purposes more precious than strife
As people of goodwill enable diverse dreams to come true.

Common sense, invaluable ingredient
Couched in determined discourse
To set matters on the right gradient
And facilitate fruitful inter-personal intercourse.

Common sense, gravity glue
Fastening faces, aces and maces at variance
Endeavouring to validate value
Over impertinence, insolence and arrogance.

Common sense, pivot in human interaction
Immersed in templates teeming with opportunities
To promote quotes and votes for mutual benefaction
Despite chasms of infirm inanities and indignities.

Pretty Insanities

Feathers torn from the gaping napes of wind began to dwindle and resist in spite of the gravity crushing tsunami. 

Trapped in a facade of  impersonating flowing rain every feather dived to their unplanned descent.

All drowning in the nightmarish truth of actually being smothered in tears of a blue eyed-giant as they fell from the sky of that big blue eye’s, dead decapitated face.
A face severed on a head that hid a heavenly chateaus inside a false impersonated globe forever resting among the stars.

Inside housed all kinds of dimensional beings rarely ever seen but all known to possess legendary archaic features. 
They mastered all the realms and lastly rule our skies.
They are cold warriors of combat- handled by their deadly grace, poisonous envy,  blinding halos, and suffocating wings…

Oh such undeniably divine things!

First plucked from you, then stolen from me!


A conscious belief known only by those who wish to remain unseen 

as we become the common theory of all your pretty inanities.

Villanelle: the Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 16

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 16

Covert modern State wiles mock Greek democracy
Must People cast votes to elect block Parties
Athenians all took part in vox populi

Founding Fathers of Great America Party
Chief Washington revolution guaranties
Covert modern State wiles mock Greek democracy

Corsican blood runs blue in French royalty
Scottish rites oath govern secret warranties
Athenians all took part in vox populi

Politicos Police legal fraternity
Avarice cruelty sexualities
Covert modern State wiles mock Greek democracy

No vote counts for individuality
All is grist to Big Money incongruities
Athenians all took part in vox populi

Will Grand Architect of Universality
Show his true face from behind inanities
Covert modern State wiles mock Greek democracy
Athenians all took part in vox populi

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

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