Short Busier Poems

The busier you look
The more important you may be,
On a day such as this.

Reckon with recognition or
Pout about clout or
Taking a turn to prove the worst

An object at rest remains at rest
An object in motion stays in motion...

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I fell today...broke a finger--
Thank you God
it could have been worse;

went to a friend’s funeral--
thank God
I could have been first!

Read in the newspaper
an earthquake today...
thousands died—I don’t
think one had thought
of me;

yet God, far busier
with other’s misery,
knew I would feel blessed

if left
just to be…....

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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©...

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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....

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Green eyed witch in Christmas colors, with a whimsical smile.
My idea takes off and runs forward, skipping, dancing, doing cartwheels.
As usual.

I give the witch two familiars, for one did not seem like enough for that face.
The canvas still looks barren, so I throw in a moon, stars, a broom, houses.
Busier now, which makes me happy.

I become even more joyful as I add color. Painting is my favorite thing to do.
Hot pink shoes! The witch directs me.
I do not see why not....

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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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Parenting

The 21st century;
Changed the quality of our parenting

The busier we get;
the less time we have;
 to spend with our little ones.

We buy them off with gifts.
We cast a blind eye; 
Hoping their tantrums will soon stop.

We hope for a quiet moment to relax.
Giving in to their demands.
Hoping it will ease our guilt
Of not being better parents

As our children run amok;
With little values and lots of gifts.
Guilt compromises the quality of our parenting &
the quality of our children....

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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...

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