Long Pointlessly Poems

Winnie, wild-eyed, went insane
and sang “Happy Birthday” in the rain, 
while she washed away her bloody pain.

Now all day long she sings that song,
she sings it loud, she sings it strong,
walled in where she does...

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I love having pointless conversations
Pointless and boring to the wrong ears
But a captivating landscape of possibility to the right ones
Me and my friends talked about a clock on a stick for about 45 minutes once...

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*  This poem was inspired by the court marshall of Lt. William Calley for his 
leadership in the attack on My Lai, Vietnam.  For more info, see 
http://www.law.umkc.edu/faculty/projects/ftrials/mylai/mylai.htm

Lt. Willy on Trial

Tiny warm beads...

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Tried to take a picture, but the world wouldn’t sit still
and I don’t have the breath for a thousand words.
Fantasizing what I have to say, knowing I never will -
subordinate to suppressive hands like a...

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Here’s what I’m thinking now 
at the end of the world: 

There are no atheists in foxholes— 
no theists in politics. 
If knowledge is power, 
and power corrupts, 
then why did I bother reading you,...

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Capsizing the Costa Concordia

Divers wreathe silently through
the submerged corridors of a 
140,000-ton wreck. Little fish
dark haphazardly through
the juxtaposition of tilted ballroom,
granite bars fixed in place.
Black waters lit green by headlamps
provide a surreal spotlight
for a loveseat drifting by
A...

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Helplessness immobilizes yours truly,
I genuinely agitate
permanently lasting indelible impact deux
biological offspring unfairly bore brunt,
compliantly, complicity, and complimentary
I avidly, doggedly, instinctively helped create

subsequently, unintentionally, or willingly
unpleasantly affected as adults facilitate
learned behaviors to navigate
their respective independent lives
both...

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Preponderance of dimensions perplexes with bliss string fervor

Lake mine previous 
(stream of consciousness 
imponderable) poetic efforts,
sans spiritus mundi, converse
sing a boot unfamiliar thread,
and ignored common
sense ne'er re: hearse
sing, asper William Butler Yeats,
aye went off deep...

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“Step into my office, young novice
Clear off the tears from your face
Because they’re pointlessly burrowing into orifices
Tuning wounds that will bloom into a fixed gear race
Shift from fifth gear to disgrace
And if you don’t have...

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Oh No Mister Bill! Not Another Car Repair!

Aside from vehicular insurance, you
must be aware another
reason car ownership
finds me being privy
to possessing Hyundai Sonata (2009)
title purposelessness too

raising a futile cry and hew
stems from accursedly unexpected
mechanical malfunctions...

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Lake previous poetic effort,
sans spiritus mundi, converse
sing a boot unfamiliar thread,
and ignored common
sense ne'er re: hearse
sing, asper William Butler Yeats,

aye went off deep end, perhaps
provoked at least une nurse
sis sear re: literary unlicensed violation,
and additionally...

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I went searching for-
that little child who cuddled in her mother's arms, 
those tender feet that jumped in rain, 
that little heart which melted for a kiss, 
those twinkling eyes that gleamed in the moonlight....

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Sometimes I wonder where I am in the scheme of things;
I often ponder who I am.
The more I age the more epiphany's I get;
each of them making a different man.
Yesterday's me could never foresee who...

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The storm just threw and swirled
Paints of grey, black and dark blue
All over our Earthly dome
Like a rageful Pollock.

Wondrous,
The noise  and the lightning
Turned us small
The waves of flood
Slamming against the feeble constructions
Carrying away cars,trees...

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No matter yours truly
(potential rising star -
analogous to ascending yeast)
bred for easy street
life of po' witless
mendicant nimbly,

pointlessly, and rhythmically
shuffles (think tramp)
along his poetic little feet
garden variety beastie boy
aimlessly, fortuitously, halfheartedly,
and mindlessly follows

one after another backstreet
revisiting,...

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One particularly memorable critic referred to me as a neckbeard in a conversation with a friend this morning. Both of the twats were skinny, pencil-head net-dweebs, the types who frequent cesspools such as reddit.com or...

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(In 1807, Beethoven wrote a piano/violin
piece with this title.  Count Leo Tolstoy
followed in 1890, with a short novel of the
same name, in which he argued that
matrimony can never work.)

What is a marriage? A fusion,...

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I walked fearlessly into the room
But no one seemed to notice 
At my legs my hands clenched in a tiny fist
I sat at the table and said a prayer

As I dug into my half cooked...

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PARDON? Not sure I heard you right?
Sounds like you said war has glory,
each time a ruler marches to a fight,
you only hear one side of story,
there is NO glory in war, you make me sick,
your...

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Empty spaces, filled with broken places and faces
As I count the paces between these once beautiful places
I notice that I am trapped in a hollow, draining, unrelenting stasis
A vortex of sorrow, that makes the soul...

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Life has surely broken me.
I’ve flunked out at Everything.
Why consider equally
When Options just desert Me?

Too grimed up, I cannot see
A single reason surfacing,
Hiding Places changing,
Constantly and arbitrarily,
Disappoint inevitably.

It only ends up baffle-ing
That the Ones who...

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Thud, skid, shriek... bash!
Subject to a crash,
From audience to casualty,
Paying a futile penalty,  

This unexpected political revolt,
Instantaneously uprises the search for whom to fault,
Alerting of authorities and people through news,
Help on its way as...

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Marooned on an island where the sun never sets
Where the sky's always tinged a certain hue
We'll party along with all the other guests
Our mood will be a brashly-subtle reddest blue

We'll be free to run slowly...

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Whipping post

Didn't  you watch the on coming storm,  alchalic words ! blew
Dry into my wired mouth , the art of conversation is stilled, while
Your streets soon boiled in fury  , watched by...

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I'm not as present as I used to be
Nor as distant
Middle ground is not my area
If I were weather, what might I be?
I have a love of rolling fog but I'm not that
Hopefully not fine...

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