Thoughtlessly Poems

Backward is forward

Wake
The ever present enemy
Overbearing and oppressively 
Shadowing expectantly 
As forethought always secondly 
Two minds hang suspended be
Interrupting thoughtlessly 
Relentless and attentively 
Aressting so effectively 
Contented is left restlessly 
Thrashed into docility
Numbing the auxiliary 
Concerning such complacency 
Overwhelming this tranquillity
Resolute in the obscurity
Abstracting absurdity
With Orchestrated entropy
Worn out by pacificity
Sleep

Angles

If only angles could be calculated by degrees of truth,
Counted along perpendicularities measured by parallel reasons.

If only spheres were round,
Found amongst the globes hovering in the heavens we've named Space.

Circling nuclei like electrons to an atom, orbiting thoughtlessly around a point that never proved itself.

Heat and light suffice reason, it seems.

To be and hither thither, round about we go, whether poisoned entrails grow.

Math were to be the way to see,
Rather than moth to flame,
Until recently, it seems.
Counting pasts and futures has become futile, when the present takes both for granted.

If only we could count the circles round we've been,
If only we could swing in tune to frequent hymn,
If only we could see that out is what's within,
Then we'd learn of curve, sine and reason.

Sea Glass

You were new and unguarded, 
Thoughtlessly discarded -  
You gave yourself for what? 
Broken and badly shaken, 
Used once and forsaken, 
You could only cut. 
A lifetime later, found, - 
Your sharp edges were round,  
Gorgeous as a pearl,  
A woman so diff'rent than 
One mistreated by a man - 
That shattered, sharp-edged girl. 
It must be a gripping tale. 
I wish to know each detail - 
How you became a queen. 
What happened, I'd like to know, 
But your beauty does not show
Those long years in-between.

Think First

Think First
Miracle Man
1/16/2024

Occasionally deep thoughts I’ve chosen to say,
and later these thoughts have brought me dread.
Previously hidden things, they usually betray,
and thoughtlessly spoken words can’t be unsaid.


“Mouth’s are a lot like gates,
usually open when they should be closed”
Tom

The great forgotten

25 November 2023  3:06 pm

Looking through the overgrown past
Leaning monuments built to last

Names and dates covered with lichen and moss
Beer cans and wrappers thoughtlessly tossed

Overturned stones and four wheeler tracks
Where once was bowed heads and old backs

Tears disrespected and sorrows mocked 
All because we got busy and then we forgot

Roll your eyes sneer if you want
But one day you will be in this spot

Life matters and so does death
Both should not be wasted and deserve our respect

Sparrow

A brisk wind rattles thin branches.
A small bird adjusts its stance
feathers ruffle just enough for stability.
it gives no attention to 
this balancing act.
The bird is a wind-sailor, it has sea-legs
though it has never seen 
the wind or the sea.
Nevertheless,
it thoughtlessly has adjusted the focus
of the universe once more.

Poet Vs the Poem Or Enjoy the Rush

Poetry often seems to choose
its poet, how words fly
out of the writer's hand, almost
thoughtlessly – like bats from a cave 
at sunset, attacking paper, as would a swarm
of carnivorous appetite.

Relaxing At Home

When I strut through the door-

It is time to celebrate the end of another day!

Feeling victorious for a moment. 

Spending the evening telling myself that I am happy. 

But I say it more thoughtlessly each time. 

Feeling satisfied is the appropriate response to the end of the day. 

It was a really hard day. 

The hardest day ever. 

I’m just trying to relax.

Because I worked really hard…. 

Instead I am feeling reckless. 

Here on this chair. 

In this silent room. 

Every time I try to stand, I become dizzy.

It’s never the right time to go to bed. 

I’m always in the middle of some trivial thought. 

And I can’t seem to notice when one begins and one ends. 

I eventually fall asleep in the middle of some argument. 

I wake up in the morning. 

But not to an alarm.

Which is good because I don’t have to work. 

So I can stay focused.

And continue relaxing.

Love Alone, a Solo Love

You achieved fulfilment thoughtlessly.
Deeply saddened,

Broken soul and bond.

You dishonestly left a once-thriving union, leaving wounds.
Your attention, tough.

Disappointment, hurting, and ignoring replaced liking and respect.
Depression is unforgivable.

Beware, for the soul you leave behind is valuable and caring.
Your anger will not move them since their commitment was beyond gentleness.

Ripples

. for public domain 

Wind has long formed ripples,
pebbles too, upon a shallow river bed,
a hand agrasp a wooden oar,
fingers dangling in play,
skipping rounded stones,
a gentle breath exhaled,
a sound so soft and brief,
a water bug lept off a fallen leaf,
rumbling hooves upon the ground,
an earthquake miles away,
a sonic boom high in the sky,
a blast of thunder from a storm,
a raindrop, a teardrop, a dewdrop,
a letter torn to pieces tossed upon the waves,
a sealed bottle with hope in a message,
a piece of litter thrown thoughtlessly,
bows of gliding canoes and great ships,
muscular arms chopping in competition,
cannon balls and falling masts in war,
sailors who stepped off the plank,
melted ores from raging craters,
and kites and balloons with broken string.
In every ripple a partial record of a history,
some great, some small,
much forgotten, but not all. That's all. That's all.

Limitless and Sequencing

Infinite bottomless
Infinite limitless
Limitless stamina
Limitless energy
Energy overload
Energy burdening
Burdening burgeoning
Burdening flourishing
Flourishing enterprise
Flourishing company

Company safeguarding
Company sheltering
Sheltering enemies
Sheltering predators
Predators sauntering
Predators wandering
Wandering aimlessly
Wandering mindlessly
Mindlessly faltering
Mindlessly fidgeting

Fidgeting nervously
Fidgeting worriedly
Worriedly galumphing
Worriedly galloping
Galloping anxiously
Galloping fruitlessly
Fruitlessly gathering
Fruitlessly harvesting
Harvesting wastefully
Harvesting foolishly

Foolishly challenging
Foolishly strenuous
Strenuous exercise
Strenuous practicing
Practicing stringency
Practicing discipline
Discipline lineage
Discipline progeny
Progeny fornicate
Progeny procreate

Procreate thoughtlessly
Procreate heartlessly
Heartlessly sickening
Heartlessly hideous
Hideous ordering
Hideous sequencing
Sequencing endlessly
Sequencing infinite
Endlessly…
Infinite…

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I think this may officially be a Whirtle McBlitz :-)

Aquamarine

I am water
Vast, cool
Ever moving

Adjusting
according to landscape

Babbling alone
Flowing thoughtlessly
Forgetting past
Unconcerned about future

In serving others,
I get joy

I find all equal
Same within

Get angry only when
intolerable over-exploitation
pollution occurs

Note: This is about my gemstone aquamarine

We Are Not Able To Limit Ourselves

My muse types thoughtlessly and aimlessly; I have named her Trixie.
So if she gets too outrageous, steps over two lines so to speak, 
I have someone to blame.
Damn that Trixie!
Trixie got carried away again.
Trixie forgot to take her lithium.

Sometimes I look at a line and think “Not that!” and I do not do it.
But more often I think “why not? Let’s see what happens?”
I have an impossible time trying to discipline myself.
Myself is wild and free, a pony without a bridle.
Myself is a young willow tree, flirting with the wind.
Myself is not easily tempered or tampered.

Between Trixie and myself, anything can be thrown onto a page.
Um, maybe not that, I think as something truly outrageous appears. 
Shut up! Trixie says. It will stand; I will fight you to the death to let it stand.
Between Trixie and me, she always wins.
Neither one of us is good at limiting us.

Bitter Daughters

Here is a truth as hard as honed steel,
It cuts like a knife but rolls like a wheel
Approaching with promise of nearness and love,
But slicing as deeply as hate from above.
It severs not the connection in between,
Yet it minces a Mother in ways unseen.
After years in her mold, your self you exert
By cutting her under and enjoying her hurt.
You joke with your friends how controlling she is
Ya’ll drink and you laugh, creating foul aliases,
Childishly exaggerating, thoughtlessly you rally,
Bolstering your girlie group but keeping no tally
Of the dishonor you pile on both Mothers AND spawn.
Will this cruelty not live on once Moms are gone?

Bad News Sigh

When people bring me bad news
that always makes me sigh,
Seems the bad out weighs the good
and does not justify…
Righteousness or reason
hence instantly repel
The selfishness of others
who thoughtlessly dispel-
Putrid puke as if to nuke
what little joy I keep,
This makes me feel down inside-
bad news forever cheap.
If only one could bite their tongue and
not bring others down
Would long term make us stronger and
Healthy all around? 
When there’s no point to disjoint
happiness to last....
Forgetting that their bad news 
tomorrow will be past.

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