Short Heedless Poems
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Some folks resist wearing a mask heedless of the possibility of zymosis!
I religiously wear a mask to conceal my very conspicuous proboscis!
The heedless heathens
Dancing storms of betrayal
Chanting together
**carrying on from another poem I wrote
about selfish man in visual hades...
Dinosaur-bird bones:
Dark, cracked stone wings splayed in flight;
ground to a halt, still;
victims of cruel, heedless time;
cautionary timelessness.
miser
cheap, selfish
hoarding, saving, concealing
money, supplies, jewelry, credit
spending, wasting, cluttering
heedless, selfish
spendthrift
Vulgar pale appearance
Viscount of blood sucking
Vicious creature of night
Vulture seeking its prey
Venomous fangs hunger
Victims heedless to threat
Veins puncture on impact.
Harmoniously
Happily
Humming
Habitual
Heedless
Hasty
Headstrong
Hovering
Heavenly
Hummingbird
10/22/19
Contest: Tautogram Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
heedless sky above
crystal mirror below
clouds float through
10. Jan . 2022
(Haiku- Basho style)
A Hiku Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Brian Strand.
frivolous nonchalance
easy carelessness
ridiculous calmness
in the face of equanimity
heedless casualness
notoriously relaxed
indifferent airiness
way beyond easygoing
deadly carefee
frivolous self
Wake me if I've become stationary,
satiated with the ordinary.
Nudge me if I am complacently numb,
ungrateful and obliviously glum.
Unfold my eyes if they're mindlessly closed.
Wake me from heedless sleep if I have dozed.
5-21-2021
without a denial
life is brief and sticky sweet
tobacco claims me
ingested, it now eats me
still, it draws me, my lover
malformed cells heedless
spread diminishing myself
imploding, anxious
still I rise blessing, loving
cancer is not me, I am
Breathing tedious life into a heedless cadaver,
Peering over barbed wire to see the edge of never,
Building on the ashes of love that branded the heart painfully slow,
Deteriorating hopes plunge deep to the abysmal stillness only received once below.
I went after contentment.
I needed just one more thing.
I couldn't get it; It got me,
'Cause my heart was with MP3.
Contentment's not elusive.
It rests inside us, a friend,
To frame, fill our life with treasure,
Heedless of human endeavor.
Don’t lose me in the tide,
Follow me through the dust.
I will rock through heedless waves,
Nocturnally beseeching your dead grandparents.
Die on your new definitions,
Retain the baggage of flesh you’ve dragged
As your own identity.
Just don’t forget to soar like an eagle.
ILLUSIONS
Aloof and heedless, beer glass pushed
Aside with pique and self-pity, he was
Famous among the carved walnut credenzas
And vintage hand-cut Bohemia lead crystal stemware
In the drawing room plays
Of Kensington in his mind.
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Certainly I’ve created for hell many Jinn and human being
They have hearts that do not trigger their thinking
And they have eyes with which they see nothing
And they have ears with which they do not hear any thing
They are like cattle
Rather they are more insensible
They are the heedless people.
Crow on cold stones
This black being making
A gas station appearance
Intersection traffic
Horns and lights
Sunset shortly
Walking stone to stone..
Ignoring noisy polluted
Starts and stops..
A stoic warrior
In our time of
Heedless searching..
Then he flew and I
Transcended his moment...
Resounding
echoes of mauve
endowed
gratified bliss
to my gravest woe.
Life’s heedless
demands,
I fear not-
Though I’ve
sought rain in
weak moments,
my hidden nature
of love always kindles
my
empyrean soul.
Human Nature Poetry Contest
Edward Ibeh
September 19, 2018
Round and round circling
about the flickering flame,
heedless of the danger
till your wings got caught
by the treacherous fire;
you knew not what hit you
as you plummeted down,
dead.
Poor little one, you were
a victim of your own folly,
too late learning that not
all that glitter bestow
life.
Back when
all that laid ahead
were the unheard
tales of time
tensely twirling
towards tomorrow.
Where our
hollow heedless
heads of hope
would wistfully
follow.
Still strumming
out their
stammering
starless streams
of desolate
undecided
dreams.
Then bashfully
burn out
into bittersweet
beams of
belittlement.
Form:
Aware,
I may not
Appeal to others.
But, I know the truth
The world is an illusion,
Not the safe harbor for conformists;
Yet, I can't be fragile just because I was,
Outcasted from the heedless reign of the traitors
Arrogant and stubborn they can't see the verity, but an illusion
Perversion Is their abode, far from their own conceived ethical norms...
Listen to the drummer
As she plays so far away.
The music from the valleys
That cradled yesterday.
Hear the rumbling troubled
Beat of wisdom's heedless call.
The rhythm for tomorrows' mornings
Lost in a beggars' thrall.
See the tears of all the years
That fell in endless streams;
While beggars waited for a prize
to fill their selfish dreams.
2019.10.10
Early morning,
new, deep, snow
sunlit in the Garden,
covering the lonely woods.
Suddenly descending,
a mourning dove flutters,
roosts in the Tree.
There in a mere few moments:
another mourning dove returning,
perching, restless, cooing:
Cold, heedless solitude
sloughed off,
like the needless snow
the doves shake from their feathers.
Full of bloom and color, sun full overhead
Face turned skyward embrace nature’s gift
Long days of bounty, endless joy of which we read
Heedless, careless, forgetful of the cold dark rift
No thought of seasons extending beyond the sun
Prepare not, time has no bearing, no dominion here
No one to tell us of things that must be done
Too late we realize, the shadow season so near
Stephen
He dances on the sand and waves,
white shirt in hand. 'The gold!'
He cries 'I've found the gold,
and ruby stones of deepest dye.'
Heedless, the cross-masts sink from sight.
Salt waters lap the arid shore.
Trickling tears now wet his cheeks,
for now he knows the reason why
white bones bestrew the golden strand
and vultures squat so patiently
upon yon head of bald-bare rock,
MISPLACED APPRECIATION
Once more the irrepressible wind of spring nears,
Flattens the stalks of new copse shoots,
Drowns the dryng roses with excessive vernal tears,
Exposes the remains of snow drift roots.
We stand, heedless zombies, applauding
The reckless destruction and defeat
From Invisible muscles of wayward spring -
Smiling automatically at its advancing heat.