Short Disregarding Poems
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Opinions and onions
Be they good neighbors
Living in the village of onions
Having several layers of
Broad opposition and opinions, but
Disregarding all of the facts
disregarding rules
fools don’t care no mask they wear
covid slithers in
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My Lord,
I Thee implore to hear my plea:
Last on Thy list of your humblest of servants let
My soul a place to find
While
Disregarding my heart’s request, first to be on
The list of mankind!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
31 August 2015
In the morning, this is how I answer the call.
I disregard the warning about cholesterol.
Along with my steaming cup of coffee,
I desire something that will appeal to me.
This is what I want served on my breakfast plate:
A good helping of steak and eggs would be great.
Inspired by another member's poem.
Clawing out of myself
Disregarding pieces of my face
As she cracks into large crevices.
Losing the façade of retaining my youth
Fighting for nothing
Caring not
Giving up now
My soul cries out but I care not
Anxiety turns within
Giving up without a whit of disbelief
Seeing my age for the first time
Liver spots laugh
my enewed refreshed resolve sparkles
like copper, aluminum, silver, gold, sequins
nourished by necromancy, I blaze toward victory
disregarding the naysayers, Shale and Granite
They lost their sparkle a long time ago, in the dark ages
I soar toward the path of freedom, loving my pure glitziness.
More alive than I have ever been.....
Got caught...hoodwinked
only a moment,don't blink
cesspool...full of fools
disregarding golden rule
playing games are the lame
crying shame...pointing blame
poison tipped are the spears
tongues sharp gouging ears
Catatonic catastrophe
blinded minds now hard too see
being led further along
away,away...from our heart of heart song.....
lovers
personal, intimate
kissing, embracing, inspiring
home, dates, crowds, highways
uncomforting, disregarding, distancing
withdrawn, disengaged
strangers
8-6-2022
Bourgeoise Hippies
Littering your hallways with gold-painted plaster ?
Buddhas and empty singing bowls.
Building shrines and burning sage.
Eating leaves and teaching Yoga
Your mirrors are covered in dust.?
You drown your ignorance of compassion
In a shallow pool of consciousness.
All the while disregarding the comforts of your privilege.
Happy Obligation Day!
A day that’s like no other,
‘Cause woe to any son or daughter
Disregarding Mother.
Buy those flowers, sign those cards,
Make a reservation;
Phones are buzzing, gifts unwrapped
All across the nation.
More important – call again
Before your bouquet’s wilty;
If once a year’s enough for you,
You should be feeling guilty!
The grime of shoes can bring someone a prize,
along with hands that serve orphans and poor.
Examined dust, that walked the narrow way,
disregarding themselves, loved to their core.
But, selfish feet are caked, forevermore,
having poured drinks until the break of day,
can’t make it to one’s bed, sleeping on floor.
The grime of shoes gathers offals and flies.
Kissed by the rose of death.
It's sweet black petals
taste of wine.
I suckle on her
luscious petals,
consuming her
delightful, fragrant aroma
Descending,
Capitulating
to the dark beauty of
her malevolent spell.
Distracted.
Engrossed by
her ebony lips.
Disregarding
the noxious prick
of her prodding thorns
Gently piercing,
consuming,
assimilating
my existence.
Velvet thorns
become signature
of my pain and joy.
Body paints the naked earth
blue. Eyes in hot desert
search red poles and blue moon.
Emotional strife :
dripping accidents with sum flowers,
extremely talkative.
Then the words litter
on white paper. Very sad,
you leave nothing between the waits.
Dawn to dusk, pleasing the gods.
An owl on each branch
disregarding the stars.
SATISH VERMA
This star filled night; our passion sparks loves delight…
I pull you close in, as our lips begin a ballet beneath the glowing moonlight…
I love taking you within, disregarding the sin;
others feel for their envy blurs the light…
Now hold my hand, while we vibrate with the rhythm of the grand…
Love union we create, mends soul hearts that disintegrate…
As they live their story and plight…
The thunder sounds from far away,
wild wind runs before it carrying whispers
of the coming storm.
Clouds are dark and gray
like cloistered nuns escaping hell,
and bursting out with rain.
Lightning flashes her skirts
and her consort thunder gives chase,
disregarding those beneath their feet.
Wind and rain keep the beat
of the storm's tempestuous dance,
becoming cyclone's destructive stance.
Velvet thorns
become signature
of my pain and joy.
Body paints the naked earth
blue. Eyes in hot desert
search red poles and blue moon.
Emotional strife :
dripping accidents with sum flowers,
extremely talkative.
Then the words litter
on white paper. Very sad,
you leave nothing between the waits.
Dawn to dusk, pleasing the gods.
An owl on each branch
disregarding the stars.
SATISH VERMA
Form:
ESCAPE INTO REALITY
Escapists---fantasizing about worthless things
Well trained in our worldly ways and feelings
Struggling to visualize our predestined callings
Escapists—fantasizing about worthless things
Reality-- disregarding Eternal majestic dwellings
Pursuing false perspectives and earthly inklings
Mistaking Believers as fake brainwashed beings
Reality—disregarding Eternal majestic dwellings
Reality, like snowdrifts
Catching off guard, disregarding warm glow of sun.
Chilling through the bone.
Soul turns physical.
Pain,
Losing clarity, rational thought and peace of mind.
Snowdrifts, catching of guard
Showing unbearable clarity to reality that won't be changed.
Teeth chatter,
Soul clatters,
Pain,
No rain only snowdrifts.
Journey to the burning cold of hell on earth leaving innocence to suffer.
An image portrayed by my mirror,
not projecting the correct colour,
negatives disregarding this persons
experience, reflecting
inevitable cold reality of
demise,
no more pastels or amber reds,
just blurred silver grey,
past events reflected in wrinkles,
baggage of life under sad eyes,
desensitised lips that once gave pleasure,
WHO is this person looking back at me.
08/01/1956.
Juxtaposed along the way, another voice declares
“Time exists for recompense not finding fault with heirs”
Time remains a fleeting whyle, all hopelessly bombarding
Time so swiftly punishes, all happy disregarding
Time proceeds invisible, the master sure and humble
Against the clock the living swear, in darkness forward tumble
The rising sun reminding all that time is ever true
Make time your greatest friend of all, get on reviving you
You cripple me,
I fall into you hard,
Abandoning motion.
You deafen me,
I fall into the sounds of you,
Neglecting to hear those of the world.
You mute me,
I fall into the allure of your words,
Disregarding my own.
You blind me,
I fall into the beauty that surrounds you,
Forgetting to see anything else.
You render me useless,
I fall out of myself completely,
Forming an extension of you.
You leave me,
I fall into the empty void,
Always allowing space for you.
Form:
What is the cost of freedom?
And who shall foot the bill?
The rich will ever be richer,
The poor will be poorer still.
Broken lives and broken dreams,
Brought on by others greed.
Broken vows and broken schemes,
Disregarding others needs.
Some driven by their lies,
But still the fact remains.
Put their plans to rest,
Or wake up bound by chains.
The time has come for all,
To take a common breath.
To share each other's life,
Or share each other's death.
If all the hatred were replaced by love,
a warm glow would replace the ice cold bitterness.
If all the war were replaced by peace,
there would be no more suffering and destruction.
If man respected man instead of blatantly disregarding
human life, we could sleep safely at night.
If the bleak negativity of global demolition
could be replaced with the positivity of construction
the world would be spiritually united -
If only .......................
Listen to poem:
Consideration asks a price
a quota given to admit
those desiring passage to
the lettered realms confirming self
these domains are only blessed
by occupants residing there
it’s no wonder that obstacles
are erected as consequence
identity is denied
as a measure that complies
with the checklist written by
experts docked with battle scars
instead dire standards are applied
disregarding pretentious folks
deemed so by their eager wills
to exist outside of ills.
Listen to poem:
The Dream of a De ja vu Moment
David J Walker
As if broken into a thousand pieces
the poetic scenes of the night
Make no sense until completed
Dreams rehearsed first in the light
As if selecting from a catalog of
forgotten nocturnal thought
Disregarding the disclaimers of
What each might mean
And the light each word sought
Until recognizing the Mise en Scène
of a De ja vu moment
It’s the same as when you
Dream that you don’t dream
But you do
And you know it