"indispensable" poems
Basketball stands for war or battle.
That's why I think about the players'
personalities, in my foxhole or squad.
Danny and Ben are fast and smart. Dan
especially can pass making him master
and commander. To defeat them as we did
is pst satisfying. Ben's five year old son
disdains to answer my question
Why are you you?
But I'm not here
to catalogue the men's personalities.
I like them. But each of us has moved on
many times, when ___________ suddenly died
the games went on with hardly a mention
and his name has since been forgotten.
But even this, absolute mortality
of not just our bodies but our names
and souls is not what I came
to talk about. Yesterday, between games,
I asked Joe how Molly his daughter likes
the high school. He mounted an impassioned
defense of reading as the indispensable skill
when I suggested math, the scientific method
and history are essential too.
Also between games
Bob diffidently asked why my kids are bald.
I was moved by the care he took to satisfy
his curiosity, concerned the subject might be
difficult. He's a political science teacher so
I took the opportunity to ask What ails
the republic? Of course I answered myself
wanting mostly to hear myself talk about Iraq
and how empire is self-correcting. For once I was amusing
I thought, treating the subject with a light touch
heretofore lacking.
But none of this is what I came to say.
A new guy, long quick and strong, a
bulldozer under the boards with a good
outside shot if needed got into a dispute
with the other Bob who likes to tell people
what to do sometimes, about an offensive
foul Bob called which we almost never do.
The new guy said If you can't take it don't
play under the boards which is what I say
when I'm ****** and don't give a ****
Bob said You've been pushing and shoving me
all day. I said He doesn't want to be
pushed and shoved which got a wry
smile out of Danny as I put the ball in play.
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 8:59 AM UTC
You're beautiful,
Yes, you are, undoubtedly.
But the way you smile-
It's the icing on the cake!
And it's indispensable.
Neither you can live without that perfect smile,
Nor I can imagine any light of day or dark of night without it,
Let alone traveling a mile without thinking of your smile.
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 11:04 AM UTC
I picked up flowers in my garden before first days of autumn, dried to save them from black magic of winter and cold breaths of sky. I put them between warm rays on my windowsills in arms of cozy home to bring spirit of life forever in their bones. I saved compositions of their scent on my lips, so you will feel endless, enigmatic, healing symphony in my kiss. I will leave sweet taste in your mouth little by little until dark mirror of your thoughts and wounds break into innocent fields of flowers full of butterflies and indispensable, clear-eyed raconteur of happiness speaking in every fragile petal silences your fleeting and long-lasting demons endowing your shadow with seductive light, tiredness with aliveness of grass, broken dreams with ubiquity of creation, fears with ineffable tranquility. This is how I love you. I will save you from the worst. I will never let you die inside no matter how cold are your days. I will fill your soul with air of metaphysical love of past eras and magic of innumerable, free-flowing joys not based on any circumstances. I will fill your thoughts with romantic myths and insatiable fantasies and old-fashioned poems. I will cover you to sleep with my dragonfly soul no matter how cold life could be.
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 4:13 PM UTC
IS THIS WORLD CHANGE,
OR CONTINUE TO SOME AGE…
WHO CARES
The Earth is big enough for carrying us,
But no one here for caring us.
Everyone stabs on everyone’s back,
Peace and love what every being lacks.
What that costs,
was morals and ethics are lost.
Here ,relationships are just for name sake,
Belief and trust all are fake.
Friends are used,
Then abused.
Just for achieving,
Are you going to live in this world just for receiving,
And not giving???
No one dares,
To share
their emotions,
As this fake world laughs and giggles on their notion.
In Every motion.
Every one thinks of their gain,
Not thinking of others pain.
Backbiting and back chatting is what we are doing
Throughout our life,
Has become an indispensable part for ours to survive.
Help them oh! God,
To open their eyes
Or else time will show its disastrous styles...
Shake your hands forgetting all evils and bads,
And withstand the ladder of life.
Then neither will cry nor fight,
for their rights.
“LIVE AND LET LIVE” is the golden rule to follow,
Make this your goal,
Till you leave your body and become a great soul.
Make this world as it was,
With no over-population,
And pollution
All that it has…
Apr 5, 2012
Apr 5, 2012 at 10:02 AM UTC
Four candles slowly burned
The ambiance was so soft,one could almost hear them talking........
The first candle said:
“I am peace"
"The world is full of anger and fighting.
Nobody can keep me"
Then the flame of peace went out completely
The second candle said:
"I am faith"
"I am no longer indispensable. It doesn't make sense that I stay another moment"
Just then a breeze softly blew faith's flame.
Sadly the third candle began to speak:
"I am love"
"People don't understand my importance so they simply put me aside. They even forget to love those who are nearest to them"
And waiting no longer love flame went out.
Suddenly........ a child entered the room and saw the three unlit candles.
"Why aren't you burning? You're supposed to stay lit till the end"
Saying this the child began to cry.
Then the fourth candle answered
"Don't be afraid, I am hope"
"While I am still burning we can re light the other candle"
With shining eyes the child took the candle of hope and lit the other candles.
The greatest of these is love...... but the flame of hope should never go out of your life!
With hope each of us can live with peace,faith, and love.
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 8:46 AM UTC
Fear Of Missing Out
This is the phobia many of the readers are plagued by.
I came to know about it just recently through an article published in the newspaper. Many people these days think that if they don't have a "Facebook", "Twitter", "G+" or any other social website account, or if their mobile doesn't have "Whatsapp" or any other so-called "social application" in "a smartphone" then they think that they are missing out on worldly affairs and start taming a phobia, dubbed F.O.M.O. by psychologists around the globe.
I am disillusioned by the need of an indispensable online society where people all behave in a virtual manner and project themselves to be the best.
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 9:17 PM UTC
Me.
I am much privileged in my own life.
I am the only born child of my parents.
I am loved by my parents and by my lover.
I am adored by my lover who feels truly for me.
Parents.
Their dear love is one among some of my privileges.
They could provide me with a lavish brought-up.
They now tolerate my being in love with her.
They know deep inside that she's the one.
Her.
She is the best gift in this moorland life of mine.
She got my mind's inner eye transfixed at herself.
She is a cute person who loves me as if she is loony.
She makes my life so beautiful and so is her beauty.
She definitely is a privilege to me but doesn't get it.
She surely puts up a surly face to my being busy.
She playfully ignores this fact and pulls my leg.
Together.
All of the entities are equally indispensable in my life.
All in the ascending order of priority I have told about.
All but yes, she often teases me with her cutest tantrums.
All of it I will never mind any of these mood swings of her.
Because.
My parents also bore mine when I was a kid.
My demands were all met just about anyhow.
My responsibility will grow after we get married.
My children-our children will also have their needs.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 11:06 AM UTC
Be yourself
Be yourself
You are stay-in-the-line
Be yourself
Be yourself
You are achieve-in-school
Be yourself
Be yourself
You are parrot-the-teacher
You’re an individual, so I know that you can do as well as them,
because you’re unique
You can be just like them
just as good as them
Be yourself
Be yourself
You are buy-these-too
Be yourself
Be yourself
You are create-your-self
Be yourself
Be yourself
You are mimicking-the-6-foot-model
You’re one of a million, so how about you pick one of these six lipgloss flavours,
because it’s you
You can pick one of these
support the institution with your you-ness
Be yourself
Be yourself
You are corporate-climber
Be yourself
Be yourself
You are defining-your-strengths
Be yourself
Be yourself
You are do-it-for-the-raise
You’re indispensable to this project, you as you as you as a subordinate
because you’re important
you can get where you want in life
if you smash a few heads as you climb
Oct 31, 2011
Oct 31, 2011 at 8:44 AM UTC
What are the truly indispensable things of Life?
Those meaningful, forever things,
Those enriching, soul sustaining,
can’t live without, nonmaterial things?
Those can’t reach out and touch them things?
The one’s that keep one breath following another?
Those things that foster the founding of religions,
Those that cause poets and writers to put pen to paper?
Of which most songs and music celebrate?
Those things that have forever inspired questions,
Without clear answers.
Those all so elusive concepts that only we humans pursue,
As essential to us as sunshine, air, water and food.
Those things that all humans spend
a life time in search of?
And far too many never find.
Those things that cannot be bought,
with worldly riches at any price?
These “things” I refer to center on matters
of the heart, and one's own brain,
These are the powerful, abiding gifts of self love,
And the bestowing of true love unto others,
And being the recipient of their love in return.
For without these indispensable precious things,
Though we possess everything else there is,
We remain a mere, empty vessel for want of filling.
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC
For all we have to loose and that we have to gain.
What more can I choose, than that of which we have already...
Indispensable they are?
Copyright ©2008 Fisayo Abimbola Alo
Feb 11, 2012
Feb 11, 2012 at 3:39 PM UTC
The infinity of love which bonded hearts;
Now it just remains a lament truth;
Destiny always played the typical game of fortune;
And the path changed for the infinite lovers;
The infinity of love which bonded souls;
Now it just resides at an imaginary platform;
Confined to many terms and conditions;
And love now exists in a platonic form;
The infinity of love which bonded creatures;
Now it just remains a virtual image;
Reality shattered its approach;
and virtual approach took up the command;
The infinity of love which bonded two lives;
Now it just remains as memories;
As an essential component of life;
And an indispensable truth to survive within;
And the infinity of love which bonded feelings;
Now it just binds memories for long!!
Jul 10, 2012
Jul 10, 2012 at 7:20 AM UTC
In architecture the fourth pillar is so often considered the most important entity in supporting the ceilings, roofs & all such structures.
I thought a lot about my life and found out the four pillars in my life are so close and so very crucial to my life, each of them indispensable to my life.
First is my own learning;
As everything I've learnt comes to my aid in whichever fields of life that I venture to.
Second is my father's teaching;
As everything I've learnt comes ultimately through his teachings and demonstrations..
Third is my mother's pampering;
As everything I've learnt comes polished through her directions and suggestions...
Fourth is my lover's loving:
As everything I've learnt comes to her meaningful teaching or pampering....
Oh dear you complete the structure of my life as you are the crucial fourth pillar in my life.....
Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 12:42 AM UTC
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It comes anytime,
like a blowing breeze,
tenderly caressing,
but.....invading;
it creeps in, and
softens the toughened,
this breeze of fragility
makes ****** tissues
indispensable.
some days,
a *playful little girl
steers a paper boat
on a big basin of water,*
plays with dogs...watching
spiders weaving webs, perching
birds and butterflies, pretending
they are dwarf friends...while
munching a red, crisp apple, like
snow white.....playful, sleepy,
and.....forgiving.
on an undaunted mood,
wonder woman determinedly
crosses her gauntlet-wrapped
forearms...to protect loved ones
and in so doing, makes possible
the impossible,
come hell or high water
some days, a blend of all three
occurs, but, the child and the brave,
try to rule over the fragile...me,
every day.....is an adventure...
Sally
©Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
August 26, 2020
Sep 7, 2020
Sep 7, 2020 at 9:49 PM UTC
If I were a color I would be red.
Not a pointless, dull, fierce red.
But a loving, passionate, triumphant red.
I would show my color through sweet strawberries,
juicy pomegranates and fresh cherries.
I would de the color of love that could demolish hearts
and **** the soul.
Or revive the spirit and have a romantic time.
I would be an indispensable color.
Without it, life would be boring.
I am red, and proud of it.
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 9:25 PM UTC
I can live without him
He is not indispensable
I can love despite him
He is not inevitable
But it isn't new
It was my routine
I have lived without him
Smiled without him
Only I didn't feel alone then
Now I want to live with him
He is irresistible
I want to love only him
It is irrevocable
I want to smile and cry
when he is reachable
I can move on, yes
He is replaceable
But this is new
And I'm addicted
My muse invincible
Nov 15, 2023
Nov 15, 2023 at 10:54 AM UTC
Sometime when you're feeling important
Sometime when your ego's in bloom
Sometime when you take it for granted
You're the best qualified in the room
Sometime when you feel that your going
Would leave an unfillable hole
Just follow these simple instructions
And see how they humble your soul
Take a bucket and fill it with water
Put your hand in it, up to the wrist
Pull it out and the hole that's remaining
Is a measure of how you'll be missed
You can splash all you want
when you enter
You can stir up the water galore
But stop and you find that in no time
It looks quite the same as before
The moral of this quaint example
Is to just do the best you can
Be proud of yourself but remember
There is no indispensable man
©The Bible Friend
Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 1:35 AM UTC
Indispensable thou art to mine skeleton's well being, O' Jane doth thou even knoweth thou art mine everything; promise do I Earl, mine pearl of the China divided briny; I seeith thee afar, yet thou art so close, into mine spirit thine ardor is shining. I'm high on thine ***** wilderness, I loveth thine wild untamed way's; thou art undomesticated, not caged, not the average "norm", thou art mine mate, mine consort, not just some woman- THOU ART WORTHY lass, not humankind's slave. O' the day, O' the day, is so much more beautiful, knowing thy loyalty is here to stayeth!!!!
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication- Filipino rose
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 4:46 PM UTC
He is a strong and mysterious phenomenon
possessing a magnetism captivated in awe
Alluring and indispensable
I wavered in irrestible charm
His touch is like a sensual dream
much too rare to be a reality
his primal way made it impossible to restrain
and I found myself howling at the moon
beckoning to ode to wolf
His voice just like a whisper
ears keen to the sound
I'm falling yet never hitting the ground
I was held prisoner within his gaze
I watched his lips
mind lost in haze
Eager to be freed from his intensity
my body strained from the immensity
I fell victim under his spell
I could barely breath
inhale...exhale...
He grinned as he sensed infallible frailty
A merciful beast he walked away
and I transformed to suit my need
and continued on howling
Consumed and unleashed
Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 10:53 AM UTC
Did you happen to notice
That last year Santa's sleigh
Was missing an important
Figure, by the way?
Let's see: Comet and *****
Along with Cupid and Prancer
Were there, and so were Donner,
Dasher, Blitzen, and Dancer.
Which reindeer was missing?
Rudolph? Ah, you guessed it.
The news was out there, but
The media had suppressed it.
(Because of frequent fog,
Santa was being sensible
In counting on dear Rudolph,
Who had become indispensable.)
It all started like this:
On the morning of Christmas Eve,
Rudolph was tired from having
Been on the qui vive
For sneaky present robbers
All the previous night.
By noon, poor ol' Rudolph
Looked a sorry sight.
To perk himself up a bit--
The "where" is still unclear--
He dipped into a little
Too much Christmas "cheer."
Now I don't know about you,
But Rudolph's nose would flicker
Whenever he drank wine
Or any other liquor.
When the team of reindeer
Lined up, Santa could tell
That sleigh-guiding Rudolph
Wasn't doing so well.
Needless to say, Santa
Really got a whiff
When he approached his friend
And took a little sniff.
"I can tell, dear Rudolph,
That you've been making merry.
Did you turn your eggnog
Into a Tom and Jerry?"
"I think--hiccup!--a little,"
Said Rudolph with a blush.
"Go to bed," said Santa.
"We are in a rush."
That night Santa was forced--
Although he felt remorseful--
To use toys with lights
To guide him. How resourceful!
So last year if the batteries
To your toys were run down,
Causing disappointment
And many a tear and frown,
Don't feel so sad.
They went to a good cause:
They helped to distribute
Gifts from Santa Claus.
Regarding this year, I
Don't want to keep you guessin':
Rudolph's back in service.
I think he learned his lesson.
But some say Santa's considering--
Despite objections and moans--
Future gift deliveries
With the use of Amazon's drones.
- by Bob B
Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 1:26 PM UTC
The ivory of the egotistical lily,
The morning hymn of the pious jenny,
The dazzling ebony African beauty,
The sweet spice that seasons my honey,
Rain thy glaring love once again
Upon my careless dispirited pride,
As I rain these tender tears
Upon this stagnant dry land,
I have tasted thy venial venom
With seasonal ache and repentance,
Now, purge my narrow breath of life
From this wicked roaring hunter
Who fire’s at my forlorn nights,
Do not preserve this deficit of mine
For our innocent image,
Lest the gods of the City of the Dead
Keep close to our naked hut,
Calibrate my disobedience with thy soft wind,
And let not thy fierce storm approach,
Resurrect my muscles from the grave
And cover my bones with the flesh of thy kisses,
Open thy wonderful cataract to stream
From thy tongue into my barren bones,
And seal my cockcrow and thy twilight
In the clouds of thy slender cotton wool,
Come, oh my dear Kabutuwaa,
Come and visit my farm this bedtime
And let us **** the blazing stars mutually,
Set free the promising arrow of my daylight
And the pretty bow of thy nightfall
Via the thick murkiness of this gulf,
Allow me to crawl up thy tree of life
And taste of its couple peach anew,
For my craving lips longs for thy
Indispensable eternal ******
© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
Email: [email protected]
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 1:12 PM UTC
You are beautiful in every imaginable way.
It is not your outer appearance, I speak on.
If two people can love everything in themselves and each other
ideologies, intelligence, personalities and talents combined
resulting in your exisistence
You are unique and indispensable!
There is enough ugliness in the world of now.
Remember to be considerate and generous to one another.
Beauty does not have a face.
A loving heart, and compassionate mind.
All parts of myself, are grateful to be included in yours!
Jul 26, 2021
Jul 26, 2021 at 3:23 PM UTC
You know how I work
You know the amount of work I put in
Every hour, every day
Every week, every month
It would be the easiest thing in the world
To slack off, for a change
Or work at a snail's pace
After all, I've worked with you
For a long, long time
Therefore, it would be easy for me to think
That I am indispensable
Or that I can take you for granted
But if I do that
Then I wouldn't be Ashwin
So, coming back to the point
You know I am overworked
In fact, we all are
You have even acknowledged it
At some point or the other
And are trying to set things right
By adding more people to the team
However, for some reason
Things have always ended up going south
At the eleventh hour
While I do appreciate your endeavours
What I would really like
Is for you to appreciate our efforts
On a regular basis
And try as far as possible
To ensure some balance in the workload
So that we don't end up biting more than we can chew
After all, a few people have recently left
You don't want to add to that number, do you?
So, please think twice
Before assigning any new mandates
Especially to someone who hasn't fully recovered from COVID yet
Sep 2, 2022
Sep 2, 2022 at 12:42 PM UTC
I am because you are
We're connected to one another
There's no me without you and vices versa
We should forget about the diversity that split
But we should embrace love that unite
The black color does not represent evil and the white doesn't mean purity
Love is beyond our skin color
And it supersedes our beliefs and religion
We're from the same source
And we are unique in our own ways
No one is indispensable and that's why need each other
Let's look out for one another
Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 4:18 AM UTC
Do you remember that date,
It was 27 April the year '13,
And it was really very late.
We had a communication-gap cropped-up,
An unavoidable communication-gap it was,
Some misunderstandings had cropped-up.
Though both had our respective liabilities,
I had been overtly angry much to your fears,
I'm still sorry for what I said had brought tears.
I had lamely prophesized in anger,
When we had a no-fun word-war,
I had said very dramatically,
That you'll be married,
Exactly 7 years, 7 months & 7 days later.
Even you yourself were upset at that time,
And we didn't talk for many days.
You felt cheated & even I felt scandalized.
We knew that this tiff will have to end one day,
So we sub-consciously thought we'd test ourselves.
Maybe we knew that it'll end someday if not that day.
Because we are like our favourites Tom & Jerry,
Fighting very seriously but loving all the way along,
So probably that too is an indispensable part of love!
We have laughed it over and left that tiff back,
But hey that prophecy must come true!
Not at all like that you should worry about it,
About having to marry somebody else,
It will be me only who marries you!
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 7:31 AM UTC
It's a space within a space, where
all are transparent...i am myself.
On two layers of shelves on a wall,
a dictionary and a thesaurus,
share space with what seems like
an heirloom of books, old and new:
Gibran, Dylan Thomas, Dickinson,
Bronte, P. B. Shelley, Jane Eyre,
Hosseini, few Ludlum oldies, etc...
Here, a blending of the tangible and
the intangible is present, like habits
and thoughts that don't, and can't die,
stuffs that've endured the years: old
unposted poems with scribbled notes,
faded photos in sepia...faded jeans;
a bed that awaits fatigued body and
mind on toxic days, and becomes a
desk to write on...when needed.
It's not as though nothing's awry,
imperfections are seen by the eyes,
some details may not be precise
in this accepted clutter of daily goings-
on...of feelings...of some undoings
that interrupt and are mingling
with enigmas flashing up the ceiling;
lost shoe-laces wander, and go hiding
among indispensable habits and things,
kept...retained, like a hanging purse,
grabbed, when a sudden trip occurs.
It's hot and cold in this ***** place,
it's cozy, my neatly-cluttered space.
sally b
Rosalia Rosrio A. Bayan
March 24, 2022
Mar 24, 2022
Mar 24, 2022 at 7:27 AM UTC