Short Uselessly Poems
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Politics has always been rough and tumble
a bare-knuckle fight in a concrete jungle
Those who preach togetherness and unity
flail their arms at windmills uselessly
One leaf curled and hunched
hesitatingly crawls up the centre
of the sun lit country road.
The rest cling to the tarmac
watching.
I look at this world as it is
and see what could be
and once again utter
words uselessly.
conscience
....... driven
a sestet
Looking for that place beyond his memory,
he scans time and space within the room's debris
waiving the embrace requiring energy.
Twisting in the settee, he finds it in his lap
clicking uselessly - alas! it has no zap
Lacking battery! how will he take his nap?
Stillness seeds this cell
of death-borne illness,
underscores the needs
of one who cannot
function by himself.
Bedsheets icy white,
blooming flowers
in bright profusion
litter uselessly.
Monitors wink, blink
their indifference;
scant recognition,
little consolation for
a father and his
sorrow-stricken son.
Stillness seeds this cell
of death-borne illness,
underscores the needs
of one who cannot
function by himself.
Bedsheets icy white,
blooming flowers
in bright profusion
litter uselessly.
Monitors wink, blink
their indifference;
scant recognition,
little consolation for
a father and his
sorrow-stricken son.
Stillness seeds this cell
of death-borne illness,
underscores the needs
of one who cannot
function by himself.
Bedsheets icy white,
blooming flowers
in bright profusion
litter uselessly.
Monitors wink, blink
their indifference;
scant recognition,
little consolation for
a father and his
sorrow-stricken son.
Some days I seek beauty
In places I have not been before
I wonder if they will await me
While I find courage...to be the beauty
That I was made
Some nights I search for a future
That eludes me
I wonder why
I do not have the courage to
Settle into today
I uselessly toil in the found
Because of a fear
I do not even know
Start the day
Fresh
With energy
With confidence
With hopes
With plans
With dreams
Full to the brim
So that you don't have any time
To grumble uselessly
To evaluate things too strictly
To compare greedily
Until you confuse yourself
About today, yesterday and tomorrow
And overlook today
Which should be the most important day
Adrift in this vast,
empty sea. Silent,
save for the beckoning call
of distant gulls,
your only friend. And
the makeshift mast and sail is
uselessly flaccid.
And beneath,
concealed
by the dangling sway,
of muddy-
moss-green ribbons of waving kelp,
is the dark murk
of unknown depths.
Then the wind
panics,
arousing your sail and
it swells into life
and draws you towards home.
im soffocating
swallowing air
please, someone help me
i cant breath
my heart isnt beating
im comming undone
please, someone help me
i cant breath
im shaking,
tears falling from my eyes
gasping, for a breath of life
about to lose it completly
please, god please someone help
i cant breath
hyperventaliating
panicking
losing controle
i think im going to be sick
i think im going to hurl
uselessly swallowing air
Form:
Stillness seeds this cell
of death-borne illness,
underscores the needs of one
who cannot function by himself.
Bed sheets icy white, fading flowers
once bright, now lifeless,
litter uselessly.
A steady stream of visitors
will offer their support,
feeling helpless, hopeless,
as they fumble for the words
stuck in their throats.
Monitors wink,
blink their indifference;
scant recognition,
little consolation for a father
and his sorrow-stricken son.
Stillness seeds this cell
of death-borne illness,
underscores the needs of one
who cannot function by himself.
Bed sheets icy white, fading flowers
once bright, now lifeless,
litter uselessly.
A steady stream of visitors
will offer their support,
feeling helpless, hopeless,
as they fumble for the words
stuck in their throats.
Monitors wink,
blink their indifference;
scant recognition,
little consolation for a father
and his sorrow-stricken son.
The wheels of time keep turnin
The fires of life keep burnin.
Time’s a turnin, fire’s a burnin.
The hallowed halls of history
Waitin to spill their mystery,
From history to mystery,
The wise are always learnin.
You know the wise are learnin
History’s message they’re discernin.
If we can’t learn to discern, we may as well burn
All the written pages
Passed down through the ages.
The wheels of time are uselessly turnin.
D H Loewen
April 22/18
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