Short Irrelevance Poems
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When I lost a bit of the centrigrade
I knew my number would still work
Even if my name would not.
Nor email.
Nor preference.
My number was
Identifiable.
Even if I drowned
In the Irrelevance.
mind not working
which is alright
heart is aglow
recognising
the irrelevance
of decay of form
we dwell in the void
where spirit is aflame
resplendent in the light
of Self suffused with love
Thunder is irrelevant
When eating cheese.
I find myself trapped
Between the trees
Under the watery cage
Of Koi floating
With lucky coins
In their mouths.
The thunder is coming
Despite the irrelevance.
How disturbing
On such a peaceful stage.
Form:
30 Days' in perdition
Is worth
Five minutes' with
The Lord
-Fore-
Irrelevance and eternity
Is 5 Times'
More likely to be
-A-
End Result
When you council
Is with the
Lord
GF
~ The Snake that Swallows Giraffes ~
When writing about irrelevance
titles should contain elephants
~ Elephants – ELEPHANTS – that Could Not Squash Mice ~
To small rodents, pachyderms are exceptionally nice
which earns them a spot in the title twice
recognising irrelevance
of the function of mind
as far as soul growth goes
our endowed enableabilities displayed
be they be judged as good or mediocre
do not create the slightest ripple
in our present moment orientation
which is energised by bliss magnetism
reverberating within as silent thunder
in incessant renewal continual
Small towns slowly awaken with the rising dawn
Methodic rhythms of routine move you along
A care-free track of vague irrelevance
The setting sun tucks your life away
Into carefully maintained homes
The town slows to a heartbeat
The night lulls you to sleep
With a final sigh
You start to dream
Perhaps of
Something
More
created 1/1/2015
"Interludes Experimental"
Written in clouds
what eyes miss
patterns repeat
in minds
like poets speak
fast and irretrievable
irrelevance misses
the parenthesis
buried in interludes
experimental
in minds
like poets speak
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Ludovico Einaudi
https://youtu.be/KWSmB8JyqEk
One second of Joy is another second of sorrow
One minute of triumph is another minute of defeat
It seems that all I see now is a blur
I cannot speak anymore without a slur
I hear many voices from all different directions
Spoken and unspoken words were all objections
Disgust and horrified with all this irrelevance
Can we all agree to ignore our arrogance
I never thought that I would say this out loud
but the quality of AI-poetry
has unexpectedly taken a turn for the worse
where are the days when it regurgitated
plagiarised phrases?
where are the days when it made gallant efforts
to emulate Suzette Prime?
I guess that it hinges on which programme one uses
I never thought that I would say this at all
but some AI has now hallucinated itself into irrelevance
Are we looking at our grandmothers in the mirror as we mirage irrelevance?
Is not my mother’s shadow her mother’s?
Are we crowning our heads with tolerance for ignorance?
Are the attributes of maltreatment nursed then passed on of a rod?
Are we then shadowing our mothers with silence?
Are we still angry with our fathers’ deficiencies?
Is there not irrelevant relevance to us reflecting the past presently?
Is womanhood manhood?
If you are looking for me..Its a lost cause i say
I seem to grow more distant and different day by day.' I
Once held ideals and ideas of what man I
Should be..Then Jesus came up cliose to be in front'
And I don't care now..For what once I prized
In truth it was but irrelevance, in deceptive guise.' The Light of Jesus..Is above all worldly worth
In Him, is my identity.' May I loose to Him all
Self importance, unto the new birth."
Irrelevance
Written: by Miracle man
5/24/2020
The Media gives us daily, a “shaggy dog” story,
about Corona virus while reporting with flair.
Conflicting opinions, paint some details gory,
the picture is always one of gloom and despair.
Never encouraging, when you’re sequestered,
and into the past your mind often dwells.
Hours each day feeling you’re being pestered,
unpleasant news, but then, that’s what sells.
Listen to poem:
We monthly meet
To pray and eat
Once children, small
Now several feet
Some rich, some poor
It matters not
Irrelevance of
What we've got
In worldly stuff
Our wealth not mired
My comrade content
Is love inspired
At table share
Our lives in full
Our seasons vibrant
Sometimes just dull
To glasses raise
These humans dear
My heart is full
So glad you're here
As life unfolds
Both up and down
This friendship king
Has earned it's crown
a sibilated soul swiftly flung from two lips embowed, intended to access the
essence of its recipient and grasp on so tightly that when it is recoiled , the
unsettled reviler removes a shred. Now inadequate and left immature, the undone
immortal lashes out with irrelevance of consequence. It recaptures what was once
lost, only now to find that it has gained a piece of its opposer, It is unconscious
of the effectiveness of its actions but even now whole again, the affliction
abides.
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