Wasters Poems | Examples

Shortfalls on the Long-Haul

In long-haul dreams, we set our sights far-off on distant shores,
Assuming that each step, each choice, each twist, will open doors,
Will keep us heading steadfastly ahead, right on course!
Yet time reveals the dead-weight drag of our remorse.
Looking back on the shortfalls, on the litter of regrets stowed
As keepsakes to repay, all the time-wasters, for ransom owed.

wasters

Creepy crawlers
                              Cover my skin 

                                                             In and out 

                             My body within 

I hate the feeling

                            Of ants and worms 

                                                       penetrating flesh

                            My body, warm 

But I deserve this

                             Neck deep in sand 

                                                            Wasting away

                                 For this land 

I do not own.

Horse Ahead of Cart

No Milord, it can wait— this software,
Let’s talk of what wears hard— the hardware. 
Let justice come in time, 
Ye better prove it’s prime, 
On firm ground, not like gauze gossamer! 
From sentiments august 
To first things that come first, 
So that time-wasters of cobwebs clear, 
Let justice come in time, 
And with reasons that rhyme, 
What use late, late justice although fair? 
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Happenings |10.05.2023| justice

Poet’s note: The Chief Justice of India feels: judiciary is committed to take justice to every home through technology: live streaming of judicial proceedings, translation of orders into local languages, e-courts, and the like. This is fine, but if there is one problem to be addressed to before anything else it is clearance of hundreds of thousands of pending cases. A commonsense 80:20 principle that 20% of efforts fetch 80% of result. This is third in the series: Your slip is showing, Milord.

Vengeance

Your call is important to us
Says this smarmy bland voice
So please stay on the Line
As if we have any choice
They don’t have many staff now
Just a multi purpose call centre
The logical result of the work
Of that thrice  cursed inventor
Whose greatest brainchild was 
The automated answer machine
One of the greatest time wasters
This world has sadly ever seen.
How many die of apoplexy 
Not having  the resolve
To keep on waiting for
Their query to be solved.
I hope that inventor met 
An excruciating painful death
Lingering  hour after hour
Before taking his last breath
All the time hearing
Over and over again
Your death is important to us
We just don’t know when

National Pride and the Stigma Attached

If I’m proud of my country does it make me racist? 
Better than all those in separate places, 
a stigma attached in nationality cases 
a taboo pride for thoughtless wasters. 

But I can be proud of my team or my family, 
sing songs out loud whilst beaming proudly,  
I can be proud of my city or school, 
why is national pride the mark of a fool

If I reflect on the person I am, 
I’m not reflecting on an other man, 
it’s not a comparison of somebody else, 
my thought are of me, they include no one else 

I say I’m proud to be British and you take offence, 
because you think it means I hate the French 
but at no point in time was I thinking of France
you assume I was because that is your stance. 

It’s stupid to assume that pride is a bigot, it’s a learned assumption of intellectual limit, 
I’m not proud of it all because some of it’s shameful, 
so don’t be a fool and see pride as hateful. lol

My Worst Me

Now firstly, you promote the worst me, 
seems your ego's thirsty to cut and curse me, 
elevates you up where you're better and above 
out to win peoples approval who admire you with love  
gifting a social superiority and a validated status 
which looks down on folks like me as useless wasters  
acceptance gives you worth and you feel you are succeeding 
you beat me in my worst light? ne'er-do-well is my rating,
here's your victory, it comes over my worst placing

Fake Means Shallow and That Means

You will fall out with people who claim you haven't, 
they don't wan't to look bad so paint you a mad 'en 

you'll erect the finger in the middle of your hand 
they'll see it as behaviour they can't understand 

and tell all the world you've lost your head 
protecting their image when to you their dead 

then they say they wish to help you 
hiding that the friendship fell through 

you're seen mad and their seen great 
as all believe you're their best mate 

9 years will pass and you won't see him 
and yet dumb beings still believe him 

goodness gracious fake-ous wasters 
brains unused behind the faces 

liars lying is most sad 
believed by people clearly mad

Exemplar

Did I learn a worthy trade?  Study war as a warrior? 
Was I a helper, a first responder,
nurse, nanny, priest, pumpkin farmer,
a horny handed laborer,
did I lecture nitwit’s on the liberal arts or economics?
None of the above.
Yet I claim the kinship of all these,
my esteemed traveling companion:
Master Walt Whitman agrees.

I extol all of you America!  All scoundrels,
wasters, longshoremen, coopers, sail makers,
beef butchers, mechanics, farriers, truckers, 
tech analysts, grocers, grifters and daytime hookers.
I offer all of you my theoretical talents
and apply them generously to you, 
the heaving throngs, and huddled masses.

Praise be and glory to all impractical scribblers,
liars, disgraced philosophers, tricksters, and drunks.

We poets celebrate ourselves, 
save the world for ourselves alone,
warn of the terrible dire in the good,
the terrible good in the dire, while distrusting both,
yet still and all, disliking our own works 
even more.

Lovers of Earth

The weather with its thunder and rain,
change of perception to takes us home again.
By the ecology of magic that remains,
or lifeless desserts that will find its names.
Through misty realms by wasters dreams,
dying trees without carbon in distress it seems. 
To regain some sense of ground and gravity,
some ancient diversities is the approach in nativity.
The killing of earth by poisons and number,
politics, bankers and farmers plunder.
Mother of all secret creation to sustain,
convenient ignorance the invisible chain.
When human creation at its dire and best,
seeds containing enduring passion need to manifest.
Allowing true purpose intend to find,
away from actions that keep us blind.
Mother earth love brings true awakening,
forwarding the ultimate reasons of being.
The roots of our ancient truth is deep,
a sacred point of view that we reap.
Cut out the parasitic takers stories,
follow the generosity of spirit glories.
Living creative forces are sacred,
truth by living force well motivated.

Load Shedding In South Africa

When ignorance and mediocrity is on display,
fancy title and salaries become proof thereby.
The incompetence to deliver is the destruction,
implementation without visions is a foolish attraction.
What makes it very clear, when too many idiots pulling the plug,
the ship will sink, regardless the excuses by this pathetic flog. 
Leadership has to proof itself by sincere integrity,
or democratic politics become anarchistic misery.
The chances are that everybody stops paying the electric bill,
and those self elected wasters running for the hill. 
The parliament exchanges all day long so many honors like a sugar wand,
pushing responsibilities further and further to dumbfounded stand.
Legislated arrogance creates a memory tread,
when relativities bouncing of the empty head.
When politicians and its sheep’s hunt the savage dream,
prophecies of failure are the current in the stream.

The Poverty of Ngo's

Heroes and heroines need to save the world,
on a regular basic to keep the image bold.
They declare that poor people are stupid,
not having the capacity to help themselves included.
Having a barby doll degree in social signs and law,
they know all the better for all.
Famous people become the perfect jingle,
to create attention in dire need to mingle.
While everybody knows,
most money get swallowed by managing NGO’s.
Truck loads of reject shoes for free,
killing the entrepreneurship of the shoemaker clear to see.
10.000 NGO’s in poverty land,
providing change for the rich and brand.
Self elected wasters crown themselves with sympathy,
adding false stories to the conspiracy.
Volunteers of conscious working for free are needed,
reference on CV’s in humanity proceeded.
While in the meantime the economic infrastructure bridles away,
the philanthropist in its new car is on its way.
Entertaining the poor with a noble proof,
to sustain the heart quenching spoof. 
Oh, most mistaken guilt so profitable and sweet,
keeping the balance in the account of deed.
Holding down the poor economic contrive to bring,
while riches establish itself to a dull and idle thing.

Useless Users

Useless users, 
Lost life abusers.
Energy wasters 
albeit time haters.
Profile faker's now
Story makers.
Worlds gone crazy
now all lazy.
What's to become,
dull,dead and dumb.
We used to be human,
now only crewman.
Stand fast on the ground,
your life is bound.
By rules engaged,
causing great rage.
Some turn to pages,
whilst body ages.
War endlessly upstage's
Space, time and low wages

The Lament

Glittering, glimmering and shimmering
Clusters of our flickering flame 
Do grieve and weep for the withered
Dreams meant to be outlived-

Do dazzle the sights of million
Witnesses of toils in that fateful Summer
Afflicted with sighs and moans and groans and cries
Who now thrust their juniors into deceit and lies-

Do ignite the wrath of billion
Slaves of bestowed treasures and endowed gold
Blessed by the amorous curse of Plutus
That could even transform nemesis into god.

O young and beloved souls
Leaving all bliss and light in that deadly Night-

Do awake those willingly drowned in Styx
For those Hoarders and Wasters who betrayed too soon
Did once march alongside in heat and sweat
Vowing to right the wrong back in that fatal June.

California's Pride - Sextilla

All I have to offer  is this cigar
and  clay cup of  whiskey that’s not so bad.
Hides are loaded, sir,  thought you would be glad 
We’re ready to sail at first evening  star.
Rounding the Cape at this late time of year
is dangerous but can be done, no fear.

Hold’s filled with hides, men have done their duty
things are shipshape, sir, hides are thoroughly dried.
no wasters here, we’ll catch the evening’s  tide.
They’ll pay good price for California’s pride.
Boston ‘wants prime leather for boots and shoes,
this ship will give them what they want to choose


With scopes  they’ll watch for our then arrival
Making wagers  what ship will make birth first,
losers with naught but dry and angry thirst.
Owner thankful for his ship’s survival
and happy he’s first to sell at market
With many buys filling his vest pocket

Time-Wasters To Go-Getters

So much time we have wasted here on Earth,
Never living up to the expectations given at birth.
Sitting around all day, just watching the time pass.
Because all you are to that university is a $ sitting in class.

We have the tools to do anything we please.
Countless doors to open, as God has given us the keys.
But we'd rather sit on Netflix binge watching our favorite TV shows.
Weekend after weekend you waste away as the Budweiser flows.

Get out and explore before you're grown and too late.
Soon you'll be old, and have nothing to look back and appreciate.
The clock is ticking, and time waits for no one.
Now go break some rules, get into trouble, and have some real fun.

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