Short Trifling Poems
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A piddling, trifling cha cha cha
Danced her petootsie off, rah rah rah
Wiggling, jiggling and a ha ha ha
We wanted to join them lah dee dah
Trivial Pursuit
Chasing
Piddling
Hunting
Trifling
I lost myself chasing piddling facts
No piece of pie; hunting, trifling traps
Contest: Write me a Tyburn
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
1/22/18
Falling ever so gently
My tears mix with the rain.
It foreshadows
the coming pain,
the past pain,
the present pain.
But I know
these unexpected storms
only water the conquerer within.
So these trifling setbacks,
shouldn't make me cry at all.
But they do.
common,
so trifling
slight
untinged
in awe
of the array
before
me:
without
effort,
a process
to gratify
to tend
and preserve,
an
interval
akin
to
emtions...
swiftly,
before it
withers...
reach
for a pen
parched earth whining for
single droplet of water -
crimson sun blazing.
flush of anger drive
the trifling clouds to hideout -
lone sun ruling sky.
Fifth Place in Summer Haiku's Poetry Contest sponsored by Tania Kitchin
frivolous
flighty, flippant
dallying, flirting, trifling
sport, play; study, staidness
sobering, unamusing, purposing
resolute, passionate
serious
written August 24, 2021
for "Diamante Poetry For Fun" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
My softened heart beats life
As my heart still beating;
Instilled yet I do love Him;
In spite of my trifling self;
It’s my Father’s breath, that’s keeping this vessel rise;
Embrace me O’ Lord as my mind comprehend my heart cries;
11/26/22/
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
(1)
Two lumps of sugar kissed.
Locked horns of marriage hissed.
Churns lake of better-worse.
Ring wins for friendship missed.
(2)
Ruddy red the roses. Darling,
Please let’s cease our trifling quarreling.
Rows and rows, of apologies,
Bride and groom are gentle guarding.
I will no longer be defined by the past fears of my friendenemy within me and her thoughts about me. She consumes purposely and continuously she stones at me seeking to devour my self esteem because of circumstances beyond my control, I chose to turn the other cheek to flee from her trifling and consuming agendas. Period
I AM LOST
Once void, all around emptiness where in vacuum Big Bang exploded.
Vibrant Cosmos created in nanosecond, space and time started journey.
Trivial ordinary star Sun, tiny Earth, trifling human race: Where am I?
01/08/20
Second Place
'Threesome' Contest by Silent One
THE HUG FELT SO WELCOMING.HOW LONG CAN YOU STAY?
SPREADING YOURSELF THIN IS THE BIGGEST GIVE AWAY.
YOUR CELL PHONE IS RINGING OFF THE HOOK.SMILING
AND GRINNING STATING THAT YOU'RE SINGLE. I KNOW
YOUR HISTORY . THE PLATE OF EXCUSES YOU CONTINUE
TO SERVE ME. THEN YOU OFFERED ME A DRINK OF FALSE
ALIBIES.TRIFLING IS WHAT I CALL IT. ONLY A COWARD
ACTS LIKES THIS. TRUTH ALWAYS SUFACE TO THE TOP.....
O, ecstasy of exhilaration
Heaven's heights nearly scaled
Knocking on the door of Consecration
To remove the Eternal Veil...
Holy Day's ended,world's again clouded
Plunged back into corporeality stifling
Celestial Palace in mist beshrouded
~ Grasp at Earthly straws so trifling
October 02, 2019
Here One Minute, Gone the Next Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
The way of the heart is beating
The ways of the mind are cheating
Trifling conspiracy lust and jealousies
Spirit is moving the soul is crying
Pivoted denying the righteous ways
The heart wants what the heart wants
The mind thinks not what just is right
Trouble is the soul as the spirit reaps in thoughts
Beatings so the heart is at awe
1/18/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Grasping for breath
Forgetting implicitly
Embracing the counterfeit
Falling into disbelief.
Trifling through a bed of roses
I find myself lost in Moses
Insecure in my abilities
Questioning my nobility.
With heaven & hell before my eyes
Swatting at flies & twisted alibis
Finding Jesus through all the lies.
Behind every smile lies Belial
Forcing humanity to run an extra mile
Into the bile of Satan's smile.
Form:
Pain is an afterthought anymore,
The pureness of it so fulfilling,
Not for me but for those I adore,
The wait until the kill thrilling,
Blood oozes from my knife galore,
The nature of the act so chilling,
Crimson red swarms the dark floor,
The end near now dawn is nearing,
Each act causes my rage to soar,
The police are close how trifling,
Throwing caution out the door,
The next victim my true calling,
Form:
There once was
A man
named Randy
Night after night
I gave him candy.......
I fell for his
republican
demeanour
It actually made me
Keener
I loved his buttoned
Up shirts
and this is what
drove me
to flirt....
His trifling stare
All his grey hair
Added even more
flare
I begged him to love
me
I begged him
to hug
me....
To which he grinned
and said much
To my chagrin
I need no wife
I have a life!
M-ake a mountain out of a molehill
I-n May thirtieth warm day;
C-ome and treat a trifling matter,
H-aving a great value in any way.
E-vade belittling the ants,
L-earn a lesson from them instead;
L-ook! they can carry bigger things in unity,
E-ven if they have no king or head.
C-onvert garbage into gold,
A-void disparaging anyone at will;
C-reate an asset out of a liability,
H-ave to make a mountain
O-ut of a molehill.
A microscopic arachnid
tinier than a poppy seed
spins diminutive filaments
barely visible to the eye;
a spiral silk lacework deathtrap
for infinitesimal prey
strung high between white cornered walls
in a microcosmical world.
Is its existence more trifling
than mine that occupies more space?
Perhaps not, in the scheme of things:
my universe among the stars
is imperceptibly smaller
than this occupants’ in my room.
Sour grapes have been washed
And set out to tease.
Sitting in the middle of the room
On a pedestal of glass.
Sour grapes look down
With an almost disdainful stare
At the Lords and Ladies hurrying by
Wondering if any would care.
The scurrying,the trifling
The signs of human persons.
Gave it courage to ask.
Care for some?"
Let sour grapes sit.
Adorned in the finest China.
For in tasting only can you tell.
The story sour grapes bear.
It has to be deeply personal, you said
As if the sun is not so
Nor the moon
As if the verdant lane
Fenced in by memories of you and me
And the lonely jackal on distant moor
Are enough to create human mystery
When through shimmering haze the moon is full
The web is shut, the famous mistletoe
has dripped its cool,
A weak and trifling heart will peep out silently
To whimper at the startling beauty
Singed and dyed in many splendored wool
Fecund sewer ingeniously knitted
An ornately crocheted potholder was made
Bragged her complete oeuvre at first
But its worthless in everybody’s sight
It may be futile or trifling
What can it flaunt is nothing
The Cuisiner's hands are sheathed
From scorching cauldron was protected
No acclaim, no reward travail
From first light to nightfall with ill
Hard work makes it smeared and filthy
At old age, it will be banished away
Summer began in a small country home;
forest's shadow and fields a dog can roam.
A kiss of radiant warmth lay this day,
off wild running and chasing in gay play.
Like other children we trifling quibble,
over childish senseless art we scribble.
QUIBBLE over who's going to be first,
QUIBBLE who's acting like the very worst.
Though harmless quibble with one another
before twilight falls, still love each other.
Learn to say ‘Sorry’ to who is broke:
Don’t him near to make of it a joke,
Even if you were to him Nice Bloke
Or playfully would his rib-cage poke;
He’s now saddled with burdensome yoke
And easily could in whisky soak.
Remember it’s ‘Sorry’ to The Broke
Rib-cracking it might be leave your joke
The once-tuneful voices, a croak
So Trifling Words - For God’s Sake! - don’t fit
Some in helpless chairs cheerfully sit
But soonest mortally themselves hit!
To see what matters most in Life
I weighed the things inside my heart
What many treasures may impart
Importance there, to shed some light.
I took out most trivialities
Got rid of mundane, trifling matters
Found there the root of iniquities
Was the "I, the me, and mine" affairs.
By choice, purged out the hindrances
To everything that makes me whole,
Set free from all encumbrances
At last found Peace there for my soul.
Copyrightcynthiabuhainbaello03.12.13
You twist and wind uphill,
Defeating common logic
That informs ordinary will,
Quashing layman's magic.
Your miles can't mundane
Tools measure with ease,
Nor trifling men's suremises
Feign to fathom with peace.
Anfractuous is your course
Along travail's painful main,
Past warmths of kith or kin,
Beyond love's kiss and pain.
Up this odd adventurous tor
Shall my days curl their way,
Charting eerie paths via war,
Whereon saints tearful tread.