"baseless" poems
Your heart is like weak coffee--
Baseless and unsatisfying.
Goodbye and
Back
to
the
grind.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 10:22 AM UTC
We'll make this country great again!
I'll build that wall up high.
Climate change? Economy!
It's great! Don't wonder why.
I'll take care of all your needs and get you jobs you'll love.
Raise your right hand for the pledge and pray to God above!
Do your duty as a man and grab her nice and tight!
It's OK if she fights back, they like it rough, alright?
Civil liberties, really, who needs 'em?
Burn the flag? I'll just hang you for treason!
This country is first. To protect it is best!
Whose up for a fun little nuclear arms test?
Capitalism? Yeah, I'm the money master!
Pipelines! Who cares about ecological disaster?
Gays? Girls? Abortion? WOE!
If they want that, send em' down to Mexico!
I'll rule with blood and honor too!
I'll tame this crazy, jobless zoo!
I'll fight for you and family rights!
(Mostly for rich and mostly for whites!)
Minorities? No, I'm not a racist.
It's an alternate fact: Totally baseless!
America the great. America the free!
Put a bigger pair of **** on old Lady Liberty.
Goodbye all you immigrants!
All you do is steal and loot.
Leave a couple of 'em behind:
Someone's gotta pick our fruit!
Thank you all for choosing me!
This is very great and swell.
Prove that you will follow now:
Let's all go straight to-
Heil!
Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 10:04 PM UTC
She chases homeostasis,
with assorted frantic faces.
She is home when her heart races
as she desperate fills the spaces.
Replaces
missing graces
with far places
dreamed in cases;
displaces
taken paces,
just retraces
lost embraces.
Baseless
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 12:09 PM UTC
i pray
you see me
in your dreams
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 4:29 PM UTC
We climbed from bedrock
to Idyllwild the home
of Pines to Palms
and Suicide Rocks
but not for us
only for those
poor tired souls
for whom the world's gone
flat
refusing
the night threw
itself boldly into the fray
of winds which blew
from storm to calm
so this morning we awoke
to a placid knap
slipping on snowy piste
to turn cold snaps
hot
spiced Nepali tea
sipped from ice
nipped cups
I see promise
picks up
from backward leaps
time forward flips
breaking free range igneous
into pan
piped sizzling
congenial song
that carries on the tree line
like spring
water sprung from
creeks to go scurrying off
with wet socks
until pulled up
by old school granite skies
hanging pools out to dry
in sopping blue rinsed sun
ahead any bald rocks
or hairline fractures
are long since dialled in
as baseless fears
knowing this mobile age
can merrily slip like air
through numb fingers
while baseline hands declare
“hold me close to gather”
edelweiss echoes gone
rappelling through time
the route we've chosen's
to be tied to each other's
peaks in the way of sun
and moon
come what may
be it creases in our skin
or crevasses
we'll win the battle to slim line
any overhanging ridges
so I take care to tighten
my girth hitch to top notch
and hold firmly
to both your conviction
and reach
that setting
out to move mountains
we call home
achieves more than
staying home
and calling mountains
so bright
you have me forget
all things too trite
banal office hype
shopworn old hat
mowing lawn weekends
too dishy to be clichéd
you polish off the stereotype
slam the Dior on out of shape
and dull as ditchwater tripe
keeping a victorious secret
or two in the slip knot
too tranquil shade
taking allure to new heights
we'll never drop
down from
tonight
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 11:03 AM UTC
.
•my
arms point
to the sky•
a gesture
frozen in eter-
nity•un- fazed as
the clouds whisper a
lie• rumours of rain that
never came quickly• prickles
protrude menacingly •threaten-
ing all who would stray too close•
baseless gossip that masquerade
as pleasant- ry•to deviate me from
the path i chose•still i stand
here...duelling the sun
•in a land scorched
barren•search-
ing for hope
when there's
really none•
here i stand...
lonely and
drought
stricken•
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Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 10:51 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
It’s a shame
And the disgrace is
A neon shirt
And pink shoelaces
Resulted in an act
So tasteless
That the victim wound up
With stitches in some places
A neon shirt and pink shoelaces
Or acting effeminate
If that’s what the case is
Physically attacking him
Was entirely baseless
And sooner or later
We all need to face this
Why you ask
Was he under attack
Homophobia
And as a matter of fact
Though it’s not a case
Of white or black
The bottom line is
It was a hateful act
A neon shirt and pink shoelaces
Or acting effeminate
If that’s what the case is
Physically attacking him
Was entirely baseless
And sooner or later
We all need to face this
What people do
In my point of view
Is a matter of personal choice
Not up for review
Unless it’s hurting others
Or causes their rights to
Be infringed upon
Then ya might wanna sue
A neon shirt and pink shoelaces
Or acting effeminate
If that’s what the case is
Physically attacking him
Was entirely baseless
And sooner or later
We all need to face this
And here’s the thing
That I don’t get
How is what he does
Considered a threat
To anybody else
Albeit
Even those who object
Shouldn’t become upset – cos
A neon shirt and pink shoelaces
Or acting effeminate
If that’s what the case is
Physically attacking him
Was entirely baseless
And sooner or later
We all need to face this
(c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 4:30 PM UTC
Trump STILL can't stand the thought
That Clinton won the popular vote.
In efforts to cause a major distraction,
He's keeping the voting fraud rumor afloat.
Clinton received two point eight
Million more votes than he--
Votes from voters physically present
Or votes from those voting absentee.
He says that he has evidence
Of widespread fraud. We can surmise
That he has his "alternative facts"--
A handy euphemism for lies.
It's a preposterous, baseless claim,
A mere BELIEF that he maintains,
Another false conspiracy theory,
An insult to people who use their brains.
Voting fraud is an issue
That Trump loves to keep in his sights.
For him it's a very useful excuse
To go after voting rights.
If there was so much voting fraud,
The chances of which are very slim,
Does Trump ever wonder how many
Fraudulent votes went to him?
The more he whines, the more he harps--
He's even driving Republicans mad!--
The more he loses the smattering
Of credibility that he once had.
- by Bob B (1-24-17)
Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 8:48 AM UTC
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Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 9:01 AM UTC
Watch out, or you will find that you're
On President Trump's Enemies List,
For democratic values and Donald
Trump cannot coexist.
Former CIA Director
John Brennan, now has learned
That when it comes to silencing critics,
Trump will leave no stone unturned.
After hearing Brennan's critical
Words, the angry Trump was stewing.
Bam! He revoked Brennan's security
Clearance despite no wrongdoing.
The crazed, vindictive leader called
John Brennan's behavior "erratic."
Muzzling the freedom of speech, Trump's
Becoming more autocratic.
The office of the presidency
Has never, ever been sullied so.
This vicious attack on our First Amendment
Rights is a terrible blow.
Trump accused Brennan of making
"Baseless charges." Real translation:
Brennan didn't hail Trump
With sycophantic adoration.
On Trump's list are others who
Might lose clearances as well.
Here his lack of integrity
And pettiness have no parallel.
Another motive for Trump's action
Is more diabolical yet:
He wants to strip the power away
From all people who might be a threat
Because of their connection to
The Russia probe. That makes sense.
As more dots are being connected,
The situation is growing tense.
While servile Republicans in Congress
Defend their despotic president,
Let Brennan's powerful words
Resound: "I will not relent."
-by Bob B (8-16-18)
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 10:58 AM UTC
No arguments were made
or evidence exposed
convincing bad assumptions
turned the open sign to closed
If that is all it takes
baseless suspicion, fear and doubt
perhaps thats the sign you're looking for
the one that lets you out
There's been no misinformation
no vagueness and no lies
but every now and then
I see doubt creep in your eyes
I can't help you solve this issue
only you choose who to trust
but there's no relationship without it
you can't get by on lust.
As for me well I trust everyone
until they show me I should not
better that than throw it all away
over something soon forgot
Jul 16, 2010
Jul 16, 2010 at 9:39 AM UTC
I've been still,
Caught in a sweet stasis,
Buried under the same, baseless
Candied gags, slippery hags, body bags ー
But I can't go back.
Haven't moved forward either,
So I still sit silent here.
Maybe I'll someday wither ー
Like dandelions as they scatter in the wind,
I will feel no more the weight of societal sins.
Staying awake in anticipation;
That feeling you get when you see a road blocked
and a wrecked car hoping it was an accident
Eventful; excitement to see that tar black
Crimson on tarmac
and those trampled, broken-pretty shells ー
I want to be a doll.
A pretty hollow pale porcelain
you still can't hurt when I slip through your hands,
Or when you let go and drop me,
Or smash me into the ground ー
It's all the same, isn't it?
You buy, bore, break, blame, build, rebuild
Rebreak, reblame, replace...
I remake real-fake love into stanza-sized stories
Just to rebrand them as poetry;
A molded part to inspire some abstract art.
They're better off that way,
Locked in and stationary;
Sweet standstill sanctuary.
And I'll stay to watch their models fail and break,
As they too, disintegrate ー fellow ******* degenerates
This time I was at your disposal,
But we're all just glorified disposables ー
Ever-hungry, hedonistic at heart.
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 8:46 AM UTC
Advocate of the nonexistant
You are all bends encircling
Circuts of truth verses lies is removed
When diagram of entrails is eviscerated
Attestation that hinders, lingers beyond
Concealing, subsisting, not we
Nothings are baseless, breathing is useless
Repudiate this knowing at once
Doctrines and concepts have derrived
Theories are growing while eras moved on
Delusions set in when axiom gone
Delusions are not when one dies
Attestation that hinders, lingers afar
Concealing, subsisting, not I
Everything's baseless, breathing is useless
Repudiate this knowing at once
Prostulate the higher is there
We all crave desolate space
Subside from afar a seperate reaps
Subside from afar there is none
Nov 3, 2010
Nov 3, 2010 at 12:51 PM UTC
Stars can only be seen in darkness,
A wealthy foundation has nothing to do with greatness,
Love is not completely selfless,
The journey to heaven is not painless.
Nothing is is actually valueless,
the boldest isn't completely fearless,
death doesn't always mean one is breathless,
And Judges are often truthless.
Denial might be an act of pureness,
Rejection a show of kindness,
Speaking up attimes can be senseless,
And a hug does not always represent oneness.
A soldiers retreat doesn't always mean weakness,
An enemy's surrender might be smartness,
A woman's smile may not be happiness,
A child's determination might be born out of emptiness.
Marraige vows are usually baseless,
We are alive because our hearts are restless,
Scientists are mostly clueless,
Psycologists usually feel helpless.
Caring for the poor might be termed madness,
But many wealthy are now homeless,
And even if we're not treated with fairness,
You and i are definitely priceless.
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 4:38 PM UTC
Baseless words
fueled by hate,
racism, jealousy, fear.
Words that the adults
choose to turn
a deaf ear.
Pretending,
if they go unacknowledged
they'll just disappear.
They won't.
Apr 10, 2012
Apr 10, 2012 at 8:50 PM UTC
637
The Child’s faith is new—
Whole—like His Principle—
Wide—like the Sunrise
On fresh Eyes—
Never had a Doubt—
Laughs—at a Scruple—
Believes all sham
But Paradise—
Credits the World—
Deems His Dominion
Broadest of Sovereignties—
And Caesar—mean—
In the Comparison—
Baseless Emperor—
Ruler of Nought—
Yet swaying all—
Grown bye and bye
To hold mistaken
His pretty estimates
Of Prickly Things
He gains the skill
Sorrowful—as certain—
Men—to anticipate
Instead of Kings—
1.8k
Harboring heretics horizontally, hidden behind hinged windows
Like a wry grin swearing a sinister scowl doesn’t wait within
Lovebirds and lust bugs, twisted and mixed like distorted pixels
Cruise missiles carefully catalogue the sights
Before anchoring you in the port of your designated afterlife
Fickle fragments of frayed remembrance
Languished and lost to the ages
Like pages of parchment that anoint your claims baseless
Cynicism seems to have become contagious
Live from the basement,
Full of sunken ships and rusty cages.
Jul 31, 2021
Jul 31, 2021 at 12:16 AM UTC
Pity the wimpy Democrats
They suffer in defeat.
Year after year they don’t learn
Like Republicans you must cheat.
Stuff all the ballot boxes
And monkey with the machines.
You’ll never get a **** thing done
If you keep the elections clean.
And band together solidly
With your chosen party.
Lie and cheat and dissemble
And act like a pompous smarty.
Never worry about what is right.
Just brazen it through out loud.
It seems jerks do the best
When catering to the crowd.
Buy votes from everywhere
Especially from big industry;
Big Oil, Big Banks and Pharma
Kiss their butts shamelessly.
Make sure all the factions
That are stealing the country blind
Understand you have their backs
And treat all of the poor unkind.
Go on tour and television
And make out you’re the good guy:
Dare the opposition to debate
Then Ignore facts and lie.
Remember the public is stupid
And doesn’t know what goes on.
Run a crew of cheaters on the side,
It’s what elections depend on.
But most importantly, you must be
The most obnoxious candidate.
Start early and spend the bucks.
It’s deadly for you to start too late.
Run the most famous people:
They must be Christian and straight.
No matter how you cheat and lie
Promise America will be Great.
Cover your butts before you start.
Plant a lot of baseless rumors.
Make baseless stories about their past.
Swear voting wrong causes tumors.
Do what it takes, Democrats
The GOP has no compunctions
If they could just get by with it
They’d beat you with truncheons.
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 9:02 PM UTC
A Mass Inversion.
I have lived to witness an Apple
become a juggernaut
see the followers nod their heads in belief,
walking segregated on the streets
unaware of their own worship.
We have not yet realized
that the largest religion in the world
is no longer faith based,
technophiles fill our rural
and metro quintessential sprawl.
Their numbers swell
and burgeon with new converts
that give funding rank and file,
whom are taught to know indulgence
in name only, mistaking desire for need.
This technology based obsession
is without age or gender restrictions,
without race distinction,
it asks not for ethics,
pride,
morality,
intelligence or privacy.
It is all-consuming
just as any ideology-
as any religion,
answering the same fervent questions,
demanding tribute and changing the way you think.
-
The View Outside.
Among the whole, the slow mass conversion,
there is occasional dissension,
some who glorify a golden era or fill with nostalgia
for something they may not have even experienced,
an immaterial escapism of the present
furthered by a childish inability to accept ephemerality
and our irregular morality.
Sometimes amid this denial,
this abstaining,
there is a seed of anger that grows with gnarled roots
that twist throughout with nary a cry or shout.
It is a quiet anger,
unconditional and baseless but for an intensity,
a burning sense of being wronged,
an infection that spreads without exception.
And when your self-righteous halo eventually slips to catch
in your now flapping jaw,
your anger will fade as you choke on hard etched resolve.
Dec 21, 2010
Dec 21, 2010 at 9:29 AM UTC
Sexually, the Scorpio man & Cancer woman makes one of the most amazing duo. The Water from both the signs mixes so well, that its serenity & soothing feel keeps nurturing their love. The Scorpio man’s love nature is more intense & yearning than that of most men & hers is more romantic & sensitive than that of most women. Both of them long for a certain degree of security in a relationship which they get from their emotional attachment & enhance with the purity of love making. Cancer female’s heart is almost always turned on by sensing peace & coziness she feels by being held in her Scorpio lover’s arms while he needs loyalty, that he can get in plenty from Cancer lady love. He enjoys it when her heart starts beating terribly fast during the act & her face getting so flush. Most times she wants so much to match his torturously delicious movements with her own, but she holds her emotions firmly. Actually she must let him know how much he drives her crazy & how much she is in love with him. As they become aware of each other’s unspoken needs, their physical mating can be a truly transcendental experience & their ****** union becomes a strange mixture of eroticism & purity. As this is always a very wonderful couple but nothing is actually perfect & to reach perfection some amount of sacrifice is always needed, they must first conquer together their most negative traits: Cancer woman’s baseless fears & possessiveness, Scorpio man’s burning jealousy & revenge compulsion & also their mutual financial caution. If these differences are passed by successfully there can be hardly any Scorpio-Cancer relationship that is ever broken. As both of them are outrageous in nature & tend to retreat into solitude when angry, to have a healthy relationship they should rather openly talk it over to find solutions. Otherwise, a very lovely relationship may end up abruptly, after which they invariably miss each other very much usually throughout their lives.
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 10:26 PM UTC
In some cases,we live like animals
We share water sources with cows and goats
Even accommodation in other instances
The schools our children attend are the worst
They hardly achieve any form of formal education
While theirs attain world-class best
We toil the hardest
But still,earn the least
It is said that East or West,home is best...
But how can I appreciate this,yet in my home,I feel lost?!
From the world,we are outcast
Many refugees in our land are enjoying better conditions
In a land we call home,
Our own,our motherland...!!!
We,the marginalized are treated like trash
Old and rusty beds,and empty medicine shelves in our hospitals
They only remember us in times of election,for to them,our faces look like votes
What's the appearance of a vote...?!!
When they see us,they see different images of votes
In their favour,they see ticked ballots
Shacks and scanty settlements
Haunted slums and ghettos
Homelessness too...
This is where we thrive
With our families,this is where we live
The marginalized
Their claims of our good welfare are baseless
We the marginalized are voiceless
No matter how loud,our voices are still unheard
After all,our words make no sense
Many a time,in our homes,we sleep on empty stomachs
But because of constant and steady good feeding,their exotic dogs are bulging
Many of us think they are cursed
We live to die
Alcohol and drugs are our source of assured liberty
With these,we gain our momentary empowerment
Yes,in life,only death is certain but in our lives,going through the day alive is a big achievement
We live in abandonment
Child-headed homes and families
Single-mothers that are unemployed
And single fathers that are disconnected
And this is who we are...The Marginalized.
Jan 22, 2022
Jan 22, 2022 at 1:50 PM UTC
Percussion of thoughts…
Foundations ruined!
Foundations formed!
Demise of values…
Morals found!
Morals lost!
Array of rights…
What’s sought?
What’s got?
Accusations flaunted -
Baseless, thoughtless.
Emotions displayed -
Fake, forged, fictitious.
A world,
Where ambiguity reigns
Like Kings in a dream.
Where love comes to those
Who yearn for debris.
Where lust becomes Dharma
And destruction becomes Karma.
Where do I stand?
If I **** I may succeed.
And return to being a baby
Smiling and sleeping to lullabies.
Nov 18, 2011
Nov 18, 2011 at 6:20 AM UTC
I had the sunshine
The calm, the serenity
Of loose waves caressing the ocean shore
Of sweet sunshine bathing the world in golden joy
Of perfect winds, keeping the temperatures just right
I had it all
But now i find myself morphing back into what I used to be
The sunshine gives way to dark starry nights
The stars shine and glisten, always just out of reach
The waves are turbulent on the shore, crashing, thrashing, threatening those that come near
The winds are both silent and deadly in their hostile unpredictability
Oh sweet serenity, where have you gone?
I was glad when I found you
Now I’m all alone
The turbulence is back, it creeps in at the dead of night
When darkness takes more than just the morning light
Dear calm collected control
I’m holding onto you with the tips of my fingernails
Holding onto you with careful lies I tell myself, to keep going
I tell myself you’ll come back soon
That its just the effects of the day or the moon
But I feel it stirring now
The baseless anxiety
The unquestionable sadness that lingers in the back of my mind, at no thoughts in particular
The lack of thoughts and the sheer volume of them stuns me into paralysis
I am motionless as I attempt to move
I am confused
As I think ten steps ahead, while moving 3 steps back, I wonder, what have I done wrong?
I wonder, why has the sunshine gone
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 6:04 AM UTC