Misery | Kara D. Spain
In your misery,
you cannot see the history
playing out in your life,
like a song on repeat
Anger, seething underneath,
because you refuse to address the issues,
that caused the problem in the first place
lack of self-awareness poems
Crudus Brutus | JD DeHart
Never missing an opportunity
to poke fun
inflate ego
rant, rave, ridicule
pretend to stand
a little taller
Grabbing the club
resorting to violence
when a kind word
a meditative thought
would do quite nicely
instead.
Missing Element | Guy Farmer
He tries a million
Different things, and
None of them work.
He ponders the mystery
And decides it has
Nothing to do with him.
The missing element,
Of course, would be
What he doesn’t yet see.
A Lie | David Allen
Once upon a time,
I found the secret
to the truth
and,
to protect my sanity,
I smashed it
with a rock
and destroyed all trace
of the liar.
More at http://www.davidallen.nu.
Levels | Krushna Chandra Mishra
When for no reason
You ask for explanations
You are very sure
There are no conclusions
You would ever find acceptable
And thus going beyond
By a level higher
Let me be determined
To give you situations
And evidence
To tell you
Everything matters
Anything to your satisfaction
You may take
To put down a verdict
At a stage higher
I can contest
To offset your blind views
To let you at least
Now onwards open up your
Eyes to reality
To accept level to level
Knowledge changes
Reality explains and asks for more
Than how much in your limitations
You hold to be ultimate and inviolable
And to accept
You are not beyond
But bound to levels
And answers are there
Explanations are there
To let others see
Where you kept your eyes closed
Dozing off amidst words
And facts and positions
And dispositions and expositions
To err into light
Where your dark designs
And devilish visage
Would announce itself
And the world in derision
Shall dismiss you
From the levels
That you may look up to
As being genuinely and divinely human.
Reduce | Guy Farmer
The weather turns colder
And he brings home the
Yearly pile of logs
He’ll hack into pieces and
Toss into a fire,
Not because he wants to
Gather with his loved ones
Around the hearth,
Not because he needs
The heat to stay warm,
It’s just that he
Only knows how to
Reduce things to ashes.
More minimalist poetry at https://www.unconventionalbeing.com.
Day in Court | R Soos
not having
or dealing with
thoughts
seems the way to go
feelings have taken over
and seem worthless
in this Texas sun
oppressive heat
burning through skin
to the full heart
left dying within
these unspoken words
the power to scream
the names of oppressors
with strength and anger
quickly fades fearlessly
into obscure indifference
More at http://rsoos.com.
Ode to Illusion | Judy Moskowitz
The great pretender
Will shade you
With a red bulb
Affirm your beliefs
And moral code
A carnival of mirrors
Reflecting a perfect image
depending upon a linear
Or horizontal line
Fooling you with warm
Chicken soup
A liposuction
From unpleasantness
Coveting you under
Its hood and cape
While juxtaposing everything else
The enemy is hidden
Beneath the mask
With no identity
You believe every word
spoken
Every word read
Deeply invested in illusion
A hypnotic spell repeating
Over and over
And over again
Until
Encounter | Guy Farmer
The most difficult
Questions in life,
The ones that keep
Her up at night,
Uncomfortable reminders
Of dire uncertainty,
Emotions she would
Rather not encounter,
Her very existence
Unclear, ambiguous,
Crucial for growth,
A true sense of self.
More minimalist poetry at https://www.unconventionalbeing.com.
