Long Careless Poems

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Premium Member Controlling Energy

Voices of the silent whispers echo deeply disturbing fact 
debates hold principle those with brains tear down structures 
human rights ignored opening up a can of worms within morals 
where truth is hidden away questions agenda 
envelope of forgotten yesterdays sealed fate 

Honour amongst thieves new world order social control 
handshakes grasp secret societies revealing dark shades 
cover ups underneath the veil careless actions endanger security 
desert storm powered by the central bank hidden secrets leak oil 
  
Where the so called elite are born without sin lawless diamonds 
with their silver spoons attached empty vessels without moral right 
classifies perfection untouchable agents of death 
In the heart of a free man looking at the system 
creating slavery cutting wages spying imprisoning freedom of choice 

Applying pressure drones killing families 
within a cloud of dust or inside evidence to support such horror actions 
criminal murderers sitting in their offices should be banged to rights 
leaving no place for hope or a just democracy strikes issues flawed  
To fatten their purses behind the revolving doors open guess
 
Suffering begins with espionage
 loveless pride exposing sheltered acts 
dragging your heals security council protecting the vulnerable's need  
instead liberal intelligence with your reductions clearly speak volumes  
threatening the poorer field positions you without care 

Royalty who profit from others pain hidden agendas lie 
conspiracy theories can carry truth to the button 
because something is hidden away under dressing why 
we ask ourselves those not brainwashed 
dirty arms deals laundering ill got money gains 
The heads of states 
they are clearly breaking the law
justice is so corrupt fact 
every Joe soap knows 
they only give us the partial truth 
optic nerve cell centre brings up a live wire 
They do not give a rats **** 
who use uranium tipped enriched missals 
poisoning the earth's crust stringing us along as peace keepers 
arming terrorists is an act of war against peace makers 
countless innocent have died at the hands of murderers


Premium Member Oh, This World 'What do we do to our daughters'

At Aphrodite's birthplace stands a shrine, where men have worshiped Venus drunk on wine
And sipped the nectar not lent from the vine, of this world, Oh this world
From daughter unto daughter flowers unfurl, in this world, Oh this world
In this world, Oh this world

If Paradise was opening the Pearl, to find the grinding oyster of this world
To irritate to make a mate to hold, but hesitate to break the Siren's hold
Then in the end that strength becomes a burl, and ugly grows the nature of this world
Of this world, Oh this world

She comes unburdened by this careless world, too soon to labor neath those baby curls
Because all of the power in this world, rests on the broader shoulders of this world
Of this world, Oh this world
Of this world, Oh this world

The iron fist inside the velvet glove, would drape those lovely shoulders with fake pearls
And weight those shapely shoulders they would whirl, through this world, Oh this world
Through this world, Oh this world

Among the greatest voices muses blessed, one never had the chance to lull to rest
Never got to sing a lullaby, to the daughter stolen from her side
To the daughter stolen from her side

From the daughter to the mother of the pearl
Of this world, Oh this world
In this world, Oh this world
Form: Lyric

Premium Member A Tale of Two 'Tweens

Two boys in their 'tweens 
Around the time of 1915
Had jobs and chores at home
Couldn't just run and roam

One Saturday when in town
Saw an ad  the circus 
Was coming around
Saved their pennies

Did some work
Couldn't wait to see
What was possible quirks
Thrilled with excitement

When the time came around
Wanted to go all day to town
Around lunch dad said could go
They ran to all the way to show

Longingly waited in the line
Wondering what on the inside
They would finally find
Inside the huge tent

Found seats prefectly fixed
Comfortable in there place
Never knew would have to race
Outside in a heated pace

To be saved from terrible harm
The show had started excitement
Built, someone in the bleachers
Some liquor spilled

Another person who just as careless
Threw down a match that was what set it
Someone yelled fire as the tent went 
Up in flames and the 'tweens

Went jumping, running
Saving their skin
Looking back over their 
Shoulder as they ran

Both hit the brick wall
Of the local dry good store
Knocked flat out pulled
Away from the fire

By some passerby
Lived to tell about it
On another day 
I was glad they were alive that I say

(This is based on a true story that my father told me of this happening to him and his 
brother in Concord around 1912 up to 1915.  They were both just before being a teen ager 
or very early teens.)
Form:

Sleeping With the Enemy

Fooled me 
Hit me with the....
Love bombing faze
Said to myself....
Hmm... this different 
Inner me subconsciously 
Wanted to flee 
Too good to be true
Trick myself...
Girl let him love on you
Heart wondered
Wondered in darkness 

Mind played tricks on me
Judgement cloudy 
Cloudy from the red flags 
Had all the right words
Words that sizzle my soul
soul floated on Milky Way 
Charismatic ascended my spirit 
9th dimension of spiritual realm
Thoughts of you
Rang angels playing trumpets 
Feed my butterflies in my soul

Your touch rebooted my thoughts
Thoughts of morning sunrise 
Blissfully rocking through my emotions 
Thought of your love 
Elevated my high as a Eagle 
False dream of my fairytale 
Deemed chaotic 
Dilute it my ecstasy 
Fell to darkness 
Fairytale turned lies
Damn... I had my wall up
Mind in rage 
Night of passion
Should left it there 

Sweet nothings invaded
My innocent heart
Left my logic in a corner
Logic should been my best friend 
Fell for illusion 
Fell for false identity 

Nobody feelings matter
Asswipe unapologetic 
Remorseful what I did?
Care I have no conscious 
Indecisive;confused 
Selfish I come first
Sweet nothings I tell
Incompetent I don’t know love
Sneaky 
Trifling 
Inconsiderate 
Careless; reckless

What a joke

What a joke
Leaving my mind stale and broke
Waiting for people
I’m not asking them to climb a mountain or steeple
Whether they are professional or not
It’s like living in a time forgot 
It’s mind numbing and tedious 
The lack of duty is careless
I wish they understood 
What is cruel, bad and good
That waiting for them means others are waiting for me
You are paid to serve so I can be free
Promised one thing they do another
My time you disregard like no other 
I should not have to chase everyone
Nagging people is no fun
To make sure they do what they promised
Hold them to account to make them honest
A waste of time and energy 
Giving bad service and lethargy
Sitting around twiddling thumbs
Having to be thankful for their crumbs
Eventually they may show 
At a rate that is so slow
© Andy DW  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member What Ya Don'T Know Won'T Hurt Ya

Dearest soul, I haven't the love words
They all seem so common and trite
But other words flow a lot more easily
Since I fell on my head from my bike

Started out to be a poem about love
But a friend said he'd sure beg to differ
Pinched myself to make sure this was real
A little too hard causing blisters

My friend laughed and said “serves you right”
“You silly old duffer!” he uttered
Looked and thought, “he's really quite ugly!”
He said “What?” didn't repeat what I'd muttered

He's been a good friend for many long years
But a few careless words can hurt 'em
So sometimes it's best to hold back just a bit 
What people don't know won't hurt 'em!

© Jack Ellison 2013
Form: Quatrain

Argh An Errant Stray Left Parenthesis

Upon (die) re rhea ding previous poem
     All In The Name Of "Progress" zen
a glaring, leering,
     and twittering left par wren
     dared to a right (i.e. bribe)
     corrective punctuation measure
     slyly slipping Special Ops symbol ")"
     for so many yen,

thus see slipped thru my excellent
     proof reading, when
lo and behold consternation,
     inconsideration, and perturbation
I thought to take a page
     from playbook of Sylvia Plath,
     and stick my head in the oven
but lo, a sardine recipe

     (though a bit fishy),
     could be found necessitating cauldron
     only available for purchase in Turin
thus donned with a shrouded cape,
     aye didst make whoosh,
     hence, went there and came back
     and frankly tubby earnest,
     thence began stir'n

a bubbling concoction brew
though duration for perfect consistency
     aye lacked any clue
thus, needed to contact
     Hannibal the cannibal
     asper what to do
in order (I explained)
     to sever livingsocial,

     and forever hang my head in shame
     cuz, accidentally omitting
     one right parenthesis too few
hence, esteemed flawless glory,
     (sans error free grammarian
     reputation pitched downward
     where careless evinced
     Kamikaze nosedive, where

     matter of fact gross humiliation
     instantaneously grew
and the only viable option
     forced me to hew
admitting to egregious, fatuous, abhorent
and readily confesses
     compunction viz, grievously
     blatant Anglo Saxon

     Horrifying transgression
involving backward curved "C" sin bent
a most execrable,
     incorrigible, and unforgivable
     literary faux pas incurring
     major cosmic event
stripped of title special
     Das Scribe double bubble "A" gent!

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Upon complying never to err again
Matthew Scott Harris since
     accepted plea bargain
accepting sentence resting his chin
til indelible necklaced "U" lettered grin
forever visible to kith and kin.

Premium Member An Outcast

The digital world comes
And an old man seems to become
A social outcast
Using a telephone instead of a handphone
Using a typewriter instead of a computer
Writing a letter instead of an email
Reading newspaper instead of electronics news
Having posting service instead of express delivery
Using a cash purchase instead of an e-wallet
You can't say 
He is left behind in life
He is ignorant and careless
He isn't competitive
Actually he has his own world 
To follow and to cling to
He is born in a different world 
And lives there till now
He will change quickly
If the present world is happier, safer and more hopeful
But he just wonders
If the present world a paradise to live

I remember...

I remember I fell through that wooden floorboard.
I was careless where I stepped, and the weight of my mistake made me fall right through.
I remember the embarrassment I felt... it nearly broke my self-esteem.
I can hear them use their traitorous tongues.

I remember I walked carefully over those wooden floorboards.
I see their eyes glare and hear the whispers of people who judge me for treading so cautiously. 
I am wary of what they are saying. ..of what they may think.

I walk confidently around that wooden floor.
I am aware of their judgements and their hateful glares.
I don't care what they think.
I no longer have to tread so carefully.
I can run free.

 I remember...
© Tired Soul  Create an image from this poem.

Lover of Weed

Lover of weed

Hey lover of weed take heed
So its true your life now revolves around it
That you are now even  an addict
Addicted to the point of snuffing it
Its now all you see and thinks
Your mind can't just get off it
Day and night you keep having
As though it can be compare to the air you breath
You are a beast when you have not had it
Like a dog whose sex urge is demanding
You are restless and careless
Confused and perplexed
Your last dime can be used to purchase it
You don't mind the cost and stress of getting it
Going about with it like handkerchief
You can't even wait to be in one corner
Of a truth God created the leaves and the tree
But wait a min also for this purpose?
I understand the feeling after you have just had a feel of it
Your hormones are high @ 101 degree Celsius
Your brain is already getting used to it over time
That even failing to give it a try could be kinda detrimental
Its fun to you I think?
And you living life from your own perspective
As a guy is that what makes you a man?
lighter in your hand and a rap in your pocket
You are good to go like he who is about to start a journey
Your friends come around and they call you and the fun begins
What a waste of time sorry if I sounded insultive.
I know am not worth telling you to stop taking it
Just give me a minute before you attack me
Hear what I have to say about it
Back to why you should stop  taking it
Has your life gotten better ever since you it became your lover?
Are you always proud of yourself?
Can your parents attest that it the real you?
Can the society accept you?
I thought you had a conscience?
That should preak you when you going beyond your limit
If you have a positive response then feel free to take more of it.
I know at this point you wanna stop it
But it so difficult CU's you dont know how to snub it
Pls help this guy if you have idea on how to stop it

To be continued.
© Ekoh Jones  Create an image from this poem.

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