Short Baseless Poems
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1/24/2018
Its seems this addiction
Has followed for so many days
Has it transformed me
Into some baseless man
Who acts on all his instincts
Or have I grown smarter
Throughout this mess
Overcome the aggressor of mind
And found love of a kind
A tapestry of conservatives
Laced with blistering conversations
Gather in futile congregations
That lacks any considerations
Delusions on baseless conclusions
Pretending to be congressional
With a desire to spawn confusion
Blind to all things constitutional
Mere anarchical obstinacy
Is their sad anthem all over;
Stubbornness steeped in lunacy
Is their sole claim to fame.
Who can stand their inane guises,
Their thoughtless mouthings tolerate?
Verbiage for verbiage’s sake is their vibe;
Sheer affection for baseless hate.
When you fear for loosing me,
I really don't care.
I rewind to my past
and I'm still standing there.
When you say if I go
surely you will die.
It seems to be baseless
And I really don,t cry.
I really don't care about,
I really don't know how.
Believe me,
Love and lust are in the same order now
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In Rome do not do as the Romans do.
For you'll lose out in many ways.
The pizza you loved at home
will an alien be,
a fake, a fraud,
with no authentic
flavor and razzmatazz.
For such compliance,
expected in advance on holidays
begs a baseless bewilderment,
topped off with a lasting
legacy of disappointment,
when your holiday is over.
For ignorance, indeed, is bliss!
Should we forget about freedoms.?? And accept some
Pre-doms? Like a pre-bunking' so childlike and clunking.'
Breaking structure much nomen-less clutter..' A nonsense of
Pre-sense..' showing credentials quite useless.' Artificial
Utopia advertizing a visionary myopia.' Its peonies and
Pretzels to supplement 'word salad' utensils.?? With Kids flying
Killer drones..' we must emerge from this twilight zone.!
Disdain can be so hurtful and baseless.
So hard to renew prestige once tarnished.
Derision, sneering in reply useless,
As disdain on disdain, with brush varnished
Only adorns contempt with scorn garnished.
Better to outflank to prove your true worth
In common ground dug over to unearth
A new campaign where seeds already sown
Can yield reputation and worth rebirth
Freed of need to moan and atone, alone.
Fear hampers success and innovation,
fears can often lead to stagnation.
Fear our happiness does restrain
out of fear we endure pain.
Most fears are baseless,
probability of others is very less.
We often fear the unknown,
such fears are best overthrown.
If we face our fear,
they might just disappear.
Negative mind harbours fear,
faith in God does end fear.
Datet 8/11/2020
HM in Brain Strand contest
The steeples tower over our flags
Dissent is not allowed here
How dare you not say the pledge!
Shots ring out in the crowded halls
Our children fall; victims of the sickness
We awaken from fractured dreams of something resembling freedom
Our electronic opinions hang like public laundry on a line
Eyeless sheep file out of the pews and into the voting booths
And the gods recklessly direct baseless wars against ourselves
Yesterdays fine roots
lifted onto the loom
only when today lays beside them
the fine roots of tomorrow
does wisdom loosened
begin to weave its shape
Silent apologies linger
hardening around today
like ice at the waist
We owe our words
to a yesterday already gone
Baseless waves of blame
cast back into yesterday
rise again in a today
leaning toward tomorrow
today unresolved
returns as today
again and again
Now that we know that there is no one here,
with ego cravings having receded,
baseless fears and dark desires disappear,
since will to God we have fully ceded,
with soft whispers of conscience now heeded.
Our void-centric stance invokes magnetism,
igniting head to toe, mind-body prism,
with a healing mist, fully charged with bliss,
whence we become light, affirmed in each ism,
that we may then exclaim, “I’m all of this!”
Project again
Tell me all the things that are wrong with me
Tell me how I’ve let you down
How I can’t offer what you want
Whenever the world turns on you
I’m the one you turn to
Whenever you’ve driven
Your family and friends away
I’ve always been the one to stay
Whenever the venom was turned on me
I endured, for us
I’ve stood by through bad and good
In days of laughter and days of baseless accusations
I have been there for you
hopeless is expecting better from other humans
darkness is the color hidden beneath light of our souls
emptiness is the words spoken when they SWEAR it's the truth
friendless is the one who pulls no punches in his speech
senseless is the claim that creator hates anything
baseless is the desire to accumulate what can't fit into your heart
needless is the hurt we feel that we freely reciprocate
selfless is the song we all should sing out loud
tear stains like tire marks,
or finger prints
can leave their mark
buckle up or buckled under
you still have a choice in life
fleeting moments
distant smiles
can warm a heart
can start a halted love
the moments in between
can take us to the depths of love unseen
kindred flights on baseless journeys
never gave you an end point
it only helped with the in between
before you reached your destiny
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Nobody knows
I’d rather not tell
Anxiety grows
I’m under a spell
The reason is vague
I cannot explain
I’m pained with this plague
But feeling no pain
What goes on inside
Is hidden from you
As though I have lied
Of things I’ve been through
Your torture is clear
Evident are your trials
It’s thicker than fear
A sickness worth while
While I remain weak
I struggle the basics
You cringe when I speak
Over something so baseless
Who moved the stone?
On Sunday - who indeed?
Evangelists extol
A most baseless creed
If the stone were shifted
As a shot-put heft
By some improbable
Conspiracy - or theft
And Peter in his madness
Encountered but the air
Never having witnessed
His visage or His glare
And no angelic radiance
(That diadems were dim)
Met Mary at the somber
Sepulchre of Him
The source of love
The vulnerability of hate
The agreeable organ
The organ of fierce debate
The freedom to choose
The Handcuff of Fate
The Lost
The Found
The Forward
The Turned Around
The All
The Nothing
The First Class
The Second Rate
The generous mate
The selfish ingrate.
(The heart is strong
and the heart is weak
the heart is brazen
and the heart is meek --
needy enough, fond nature
enough, to take a baseless
chance on love in advance)
It falls inches from my toe,
This missile from origins wild;
Hurled by an unknown foe
Yelling indiscernible cries of war.
Why I caught his malevolent eye
And became chief target of his ire
Neither guess nor fathom I;
Yet his target I’ll ever remain.
And this senseless war
I now must tearfully wage,
And counter mischievous
Blows and baseless rage.
Whether I’ll victorious grow
Or in the end terribly lose,
Or merely settle for a draw,
High heaven alone knows.
not so deep in the meadow lives the strawberry mushroom faerie
her thoughts are not frivolous; not silly, not baseless or aerie.
She goes by no names, but some of secretly call her Mary.
Her loveliness is well known, this kind, wonderful young faerie.
She will do whatever you need to help you feel good.
If you want to know how behave, watch her from behind the wood.
She is no show off, but she does helpful things that we all could.
If we were more generous and giving, most of us would.