Short Redundant Poems
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over qualified
redundant and out of work,
too old to fit in -
downtown,it is pouring down,
the umbrella's in the hall
Knowing the future
What a redundant effort
When it stays the same
Like your favorite color,
Some things you can never change
Sunrise sunshine, sunlit sunsets
Radiant radiations radiantly radiating
Wonder-filled wonders, wonderful wonderings
Dreamily dreaming; dreamy dreamers
we finish each other's sentences
saying "we are redundant" six times a day
it's forty-nine years later and we remain
maniacally crazy about each other
monotony of redundant days
disappointed breakfast face
oh woe is me oh woe is you oh woe are we
stories I have heard sixty-nine-thousand times
my trial of life
A heavy ear
an empty heart
Breathless voice
with eyes that dart
Love forsaken
rebirthing pain
Hope redundant
—lost refrain
(The New Room: January, 2024)
a Reach
towards Regret,
so Redundant.
never Relieves
the emptiness,
only Reveals
the loneliness.
desperation
overrules Reason.
declination
inhibits Recovery.
Writing right is less redundant than righting writes..
But in retrospect…
rewriting writes is relevant to writing right.
Inspired by Caroline Cecile D's comment on writing.
She is animated, breezy, brisk and fresh.
Brings zing to the party said my cousin Mesh.
Vivacious and zippy, chimed in my cousin Vee.
She was dull, redundant and boring, if you ask me.
Separation
Is story..
No-story
Appears as
Story..
That's the
Stage play..
The character's
Playground..
To be redundant:
Separation is
No end of
Stories...
I am redundant
running in circles
around and around
no one can catch me
no one is trying
because I am redundant
here is my husband
he is redundant too
we circle each other like tigers
I could clean while I listen to TV
I do not
I could wipe the counters
I do not
I could sweep the floor
I do not
cleaning does not interest me
I do not do things that are boring and redundant
Trump An Intellectual
Trump thinks that he is an intelectual;
After we consulted with a confessional;
Not only repugnant,
Was also redundant,
And found to be absurd and ineffectual.
Jim Horn
You detached me from your regard.
You devalued me with your unkindness.
Your unapologetic apathy underscored my uselessness.
But, when you told me to get out, you were redundant.
I was already gone.
Form:
Too many shoulds can ruin the coulds.
Shoulds take my energy,
Wear me out,
Exhaust me
So I concentrate on the coulds.
Letting my husband do the boring redundant shoulds.
Which used to be my domain.
Abundant and Redundant
Trump's weird words have become abundant;
To poets like you and me they are redundant;
When we saw him;
His wits were dim,
And has adopted the ability to be repugnant.
Jim Horn
Deeper than love,
deeper than hate
the abyss that surrounds
inclement to wait
Fortune redundant,
heads in the clouds
escape not an option
—lost faces surround
(Ronald McDonald House: September, 2021)
Its flow an accordion,
to stretch and compress
A double delusion,
old memory suppressed
New moments upon us,
the instant revealed
Time claiming them all
—redundant concealed
(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)
Half sunk in peat and sodden moss,
redundant, clutching at the sky.
Rough stones nearby tell of a loss
long past. We look and can but try
to see beyond this relic on the hill
and hear the plaintive echoes still.
The only thing
that changes
is perspective
The only thing
envisioned
sight unseen
The only thing
that’s lasting
stays redundant
The only thing
that lingers
— is a dream
(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)
Redundant and Repugnant
If what I will say does sounds redundant,
Maybe to many this may sound repugnant;
Walked around repudiating;
Sounding so humiliating;
All of these facts had become a coincident.
Jim Horn
Gasping for air
Trying to breath
Please afford me my space
Before I draw my last breath
So long
Farewell
Who loved each other most
May the victor's spoil's boast
Sadly redundant
As we turn separate way's
Numbered are our day's
If Academia by the Military, be gifted Internet technology
Then Military replaced with what. The www.
If Internet was no more use and turned from lamb to mutton
What technology, do they hold now, those that will press the button.
Becoming irrelevant
at last to yourself
The choices have narrowed
the joy seldom felt
The present redundant
what’s left in the end
The fodder of memory
—and you to pretend
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2015)
Pre-morning light breaks through the glass gates of the Winter Gardens
It changes redundant flowers and dormant trees to new,
Brown and grey pathways change to gateways to the real Winter Gardens
There are colours that natures do not allow.