Unneeded Poems

Utmost

Always feeling so unneeded, so underappreciated.
But for once she is feeling as though she is utmost defeated.
Still feeling unspent on anything requiring effort.

Trash, Waste, Debris

   Trash, garbage, waste, refuse, flotsam, debris… 
        So many terms for what we agree
    
    is unneeded, unwanted, eminently disposable
        From a putrid seed humans hail
                               ~ magnificently growable

Think About It

I mean think about it:
Does God care about praise?
No.
We shouldn't either.
Do your good works,
Then watch a Marx Brothers movie.
Stop your search for unneeded miracles.
The miracle already occurred.
We're still getting acclimating.

A dream

Dreaming of color
Burned it in my mind
But then I wake up, 
My hands stained raven 

Looking at you now, yes you
Am I unneeded?
Am I just in the way too?

When I close my eyes,
I see a phantom, 
of what I of what I could be

I can't see the simple things I'm meant to keep,
What am I supposed to be?
Forever alone and stuck

I can't escape this everlasting rain

a romantic morning with my cheerful girlfriend eating breakfast

eating my triple cheese shrimp omelet
stirring my homemade triple cheese grits
taking my hickory smoked bacon out of the microwave
getting my honey butter biscuits out of the oven
with a bad case of indigestion, i unapologetically dig in
i have my headphones ready for when toilet time comes again
i will probably have seconds and have a couple of baby giant cinnamon rolls
some iced miralax will clean out the unneeded sewage
i might as well say goodnight to my girlfriend, who is rolling her eyes for the umteenth time today
i am glad that i am off for the next three days
for some reason said girlfriend is not talking to me
i know for sure that i am going to the bathroom in the basement and watch the cooking channel on the flatscreen recently installed
my butt will be raw, but doggonit i am as happy as i have ever been......
not a tinker's cuss given......

PURISTA ozenfant

PURISTA 

uncluttered
 by
  decoration
fantasy
 &unneeded
detail
 minimalism
made
 manifest
in
  arud
    simplicity

Junk

mountain of things we throw
unneeded items stacked in drawers
rotten meat , fermented food
we eat junk and then junk eats us
heaps of trash, that's our treasure 
rusted cars will soon be  a wreckage
Oh! Let's bring new junk, get rid of the old

Looking For a Heart

I am looking for a heart
the kind that are hard to find
lost in the abyss of this
technological world.

I am looking for a heart
that are not metallic and mechanical
turned virtual robotic self-centred
in this facebook
and mobile phone addicted world.

I am looking for a heart
humane, made of love and blood
survived on human touch
and without needing
unneeded information so much,
just to be heartlessly smart.

I am looking for a heart
those simple and pure ones
that lived in the yester years
before we became slaves of this
artificial intelligence world.

(July 23, 2023)

To Ilse

She made beauty a birthright, my Ilse.
Her rosy cheeks, rouge unneeded,
shadowed her dark eyes.

I was impressed by her,
depraved by her,
all at once humiliated for her.
A hunger lingered inside me,
craving her name.

Still my salvation was denied by time
and the fleeting hours turned me mad.
Her finitude, my hellfire.
My temptation.

Lost Art

Lost Art

There was a time
when we waited eagerly
for the mailman -
when mail deliveries 
had actual mail in them
 
There were real 
hand-written letters 
from parents,
cousins, children, friends,
maybe a lover,
perhaps birthday cards 
or get-well wishes
or postcards from far off.
Now we have e-mail
instant gratification –
no waiting for days
Jot off a note with 
a click and it’s there

No more long pages of
small talk about family, 
friends, the neighborhood,
or a new recipe,
things that make
letters enjoyable.
Now mailboxes overflow
with advertisements 
unwanted catalogues 
political cards full of 
slander of opponents
and dubious information

Most of all, requests
for money, accompanied by
unwanted and unneeded
tote bags, return labels, 
t-shirts and greeting cards -
all paid for with money
supposedly sent
to provide help
for some needy cause
Trees sacrificed for what?
junk mail, trashed as soon
as it’s out of the mailbox!
What of all the history
gleaned from letters 
over the years?

Most e-mails are deleted.
Whatever could be learned 
from them is gone.

The written letter 
has become a lost art.

On a Rare Night In An Enjoyable Oblivion

your personality is perfect for the quiet of the evening
i could stay up all night with you and the pleasure of your company
it feels good to be care free and totally unaware with somebody with a mind alike
we are on vacation in the moment that we create

your personality is perfect for the quiet of the evening
all electronic devices are off and we just converse freely and gladly
it feels good to be care free and totally unaware with somebody with a mind alike
we are immune to all and everything that causes unneeded stress and strife

your personality is perfect for the quiet of the evening
we eat our seafood casserole, texas toast, corn on the cob, and zuppa toscana
with smiles that are wholesome and laughter that is full lie out bellies
we fall asleep knowing, but we choose to ignore the inevitable

Shielded Silence

Sounds, never before heard, shout deep within my heart and soul, as ears go unneeded, and the arrested atmosphere surrounding me bathes in utter silence.

100422PSCtest, The Power of Silence. JCB Brul. HM

Clerihew Marquet

Matisse pupil Albert Marquet
compared with Japanese master Hokusai
said to have poetic guile
sans unneeded detail was his style

Boundary Blvd

I'd waited for you now forever,
capturing my embrace between 
your grasps, wandering about 
solace and peace, we'd shattered 
the universe, gathering seashells,
 
of compassion, gravely I glanced 
beneath me to a calmer coast, 
heaven sent almost, testing 
hidden treasures, my mind 
steadfast while my heart exploded, 

beyond the essence of unneeded,
gifts I'd bestowed, quietly devouring
haste in an untimely place, why
I'd succumbed to an emptiness
feeling trapped, above all else,

tampering with the needful things,
where love and lust seemed, 
to danced right on my toes,
an achiness, called pain withered
throughout time, a rapture of trust,

collided leaving me, room to roam
a rather cleaver passion hints,
of loss removed, replaced malice,
restoring my sense of purity 
and grace, glorifying self love,

creating boundaries of you and I
while in love, we soared differently 
on different clouds, abundantly so,
joining one another, on the ocean
shore clinging to forever once more.

Broken

How that night haunts my mind
Splat
My heart fell to the floor
I'm sure you loved it 
Having control over me 
Verbally tearing me apart
The crash that happened when our emotions met
Boom
Bang
You broke my heart that night 
You broke me 
For even when I try to forget
Your words appear in my brain
Like an unwanted
Unneeded 
Unexpected guest 
That wont go away
Knock Knock
I tell them to leave 
But those words
Your words
Are stuck with me 
Forever.

11/4/21 
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