Pointless
It's pointless.
Though I like it still.
It pleases me so.
It fits the bill.
Continuing on through useless drills.
The absurdity of it really kills.
I love these old pointless horror films.
The plot is wretched and extrmely thin.
Their laughable attempts to be quite grim.
It never ceases to make me grin.
I love them tons.
With pointless puns.
Their exquisetlessly needless and quite dumb.
They never stop in endless run.
I want to see them all it's so much fun.
They're completley pathetic like this poem.
Going on in endless drone.
I like it still it's pointless fun.
You do to cause now it's done.
poem by Michael McParland
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Exactly the Way It Is Seen
It is pointless to review,
A detriment that has been done.
Pointless it is to ask opinions,
From anyone.
It is exactly the way it is seen.
And the steps to get it there...
Were placed with all aware.
Some preferred to see it for what it was.
While others chose to have it disguised...
And they are the ones unbelieving,
The realities on the scene!
And to chase for explanations,
From those who put in place the degradation.
Is to verify the obvious...
Some chose to see others and not themselves,
Being demeaned!
Now that 'melting pot' is hot!
With all knowing what it is like to be burned!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Losing It
There is that poor sap that lost it all
Being born was his only flaw
Useless, a waste of space
In the mirror be cant even look at his face
His life is like an endless problem there is no sum
It took 17 years for him to realize he’s dumb
Stupid, ignorant even retarded
His hopes his dreams now discarded
He looks around see his existence is pointless
His father doesn’t even consider him a son
He decides to go get a gun
Shoots himself in the head
Here is the moment no-one has dread
He’s dead, as if anyone cares
At his funeral and no one is there
It's Burning Inside Me
Oh dear god,
If you were in heavan you'd laugh at the times I've reached out for you,
It seems kind of pointless when you're as ignorant as me,
Faith comes as easily as love for me,
It's only in my life once,
And I feel it's pointless to have someone screaming you words at me to get them through my head,
I've grown tired oh 'waiting for a sign or a miracle',
It makes to sick to think I was foolish enough to waste my time and even wait,
And still to this day I have no faith,
No faith in love,
No faith in me,
No faith in family,
No faith in you,
It's kind of pathetic because I wish I could be able to think positively about things,
I know it sounds sort of bright,
But when I feel like the world has gave up,
I can stand tall and be glad I don't put my hopes in things like this,
But on the inside I can't stand myself for being so emotionless about it.
poem by Diego Adrian Manriquez
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It Becomes Pointless
It becomes a pointless,
And forgettable activity...
When a conscious mind,
Bemoans an obvious blockade,
Preventing a forward movement...
Those with eyes,
But refuse to see.
If those in the majority,
Have decided confusion is the way...
Why bust a gut,
Yelling as if crazed...
A deadend selected,
Is not a closed gate that will open...
If they stayed and prayed.
It becomes pointless.
Demeaning!
And most importantly...
Attracts an attention,
Others find amusing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Where
Here now
we continue pointless conversation
Its 3 oclock in the morning
we are going no where so we are yawning
drinking for the sake of drinking
pointless conversation but we are talking
so we continue
we continue to pour whiskey into my glass?
And I can't help but look at the clock because I like watching time pass
because I don't care
I like where its going
even though I know its not going anywhere
because we have no where to go
we don't need to go quick we don't need to go slow
darling we have no where to go
taughnted by tiredness, still neither eyes do close
as we speak we refuse to listen to the truth in which we see.
poem by Daniel McCann
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Pointless To Make Attempts WITH Common Sense
Is a power taken,
The same as a power given?
And how much power,
Does a power that has been taken have...
If those that did not give it,
Deem it as useless?
And if those who deem a power taken,
As being useless...
How powerful can that power remain?
And over what or whom,
Does one with useless power...
Have it kept in their minds believed?
It is pointless to make attempts,
WITH common sense...
To anyone who has money,
That money hoarded has no power at all.
It is only when it is distributed,
That the power of it is most effective.
One's greed,
Eventually defeats a blinded perception.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reducing Their Associations
There is no time left,
To waste in contemplation.
Or sit in waiting for days to return,
To make the comforting of insecurities...
Welcomed to feast on denials.
These times lived upon us now,
Are for those getting introduced to truth.
And reducing their associations,
From the many still using reliable excuses.
Even though those events that happened,
Just last week protect no one.
None with beliefs...
That the use of outdated info can be used as validation.
That's how needless those stuck in mindsets are.
Depending on pointless explanations to find themselves.
They wish to detail that which has already been understood,
And gone!
There is no time left,
To waste in contemplation.
Or sit in waiting for days to return,
To make the comforting of insecurities...
Welcomed to feast on denials.
That's how needless those stuck in mindsets are.
Depending on pointless explanations to find themselves.
They wish to detail that which has already been understood,
And gone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sleepy
It's frivolous, it's pointless,
I'm waiting here in line.
I'd buy a cup of coffee
But i just wanna kill some time.
I'm watching you,
Now, i'm staring at you.
I figure that you notice,
But you don't really have a clue. (a clue)
Time sure does fly
When your just a lonely boy
Waiting for someone to come along
And ruin your fun
Sitting all alone with that quiet smile
On your face
I pretend i'm not interested
By staring off in to space.
Why did i act like i didn't even care?
Now i wish that you could only be there.
A game of cat and mouse that curiousity has
Killed,
Just call it pointless... call it what you will.
song performed by by Ataris
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Weekends don't count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless.
quote by Bill Watterson
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What's Wrong
The pointless are careless,
The careless are fearless,
The fearless are clueless,
The clueless are pointless,
And they vote.
The ruthless are awful,
The awful are deceitful,
The deceitful are relentless,
The relentless are dreadful,
And they rule.
poem by Richard Jarboe
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Remembered Love
My wishing to stop the pain of remembered love,
Isn't easy.
The more I think of love,
And the coming with it those moments of bliss.
My wishing to stop agonizing over what I miss,
Is pointless.
My wishing to stop the pain of remembered love,
Isn't easy.
Nor is the expense of pretending,
I knew no love for me existed.
My heart knows how ridiculous that is.
And so are my foolish attempts to forget.
I've loved.
And knowing that I am capable of doing it again,
Is when I am wishing not to remember it.
With a forgetting that brings me back to relive,
I can't get over that keeps me reminded.
Of what it is within me I wish.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pointless It Is To Back Away
When choosing allies...
One should not do it with the same caution,
As excuses and alibis are done.
Difficult it is to run away from deception,
After advocating to shun someone...
With a joining of those,
Who have also been told to oppose.
Without a making of a conscious decision,
To be prepared to receive repercussions.
Pointless it is to back away from embarrassing facts.
Since many choose to be on the side,
Of what is perceive to be popular and fun.
With nothing that proves a reality comes,
To anyone until it is too late.
Only to leave those with a discovery,
Popularity is seldom on the side of truth!
Especially when people are seduced,
By trickery and foolishness used to attract.
And so many people are just like that.
Pointless it is to back away from embarrassing facts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Understanding women
You can’t
And you won’t
So don’t even try
You’ll never understand them
Not til the day
That you die
It’s a pointless endeavour
Useless to try to comprehend
You’ll understand them never
So don’t even try!
poem by David Whalen
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What have we to give, anyway?
everything we see in this world seem pointless
we begin to be like ordinary routines
everyday, this everyday, so dulling and lulling
the boredom that becomes a kingdom
the pointers that do not work
what they say have become lies
and so useless
we want to prove that we make the difference?
when we arrived here that circle is already a circle
and triangles have always remained triangles
the clouds cottony and always drift
and the roving rivers always flow to the sea
never to itself and be so salty and bloated
what is the point then of my being here?
i have nothing to prove to myself
much less to you whom i do not really know
you have been a secret to yourself
and i have also curled to myself
like a comma to my phrases
i never asked to be here
that is the point and that will make the point pointless
there were no conditions attached
there was no contract that beforehand i signed
and so? What is the difference?
come let us play under the sun
let us plunge into the river of life
it is meant to be fun
there are no bills to pay for this life
freely given and must freely be returned
there is only this play and we take the games
the masks we wear if you flare and dare
and then if you are really honest enough
with nothing to prove with nothing to be proud of
take this nudity plunging into the river of life
without guilt without shame because we were all
born naked and too innocent
because we are the children of God
and like fathers and mothers
God only wants us to run and play and smile
and be with him, what more can we give, anyway?
Proud self-righteous one, do you offer now
Your righteousness and morality?
Does God need them? Or does God love you?
May God have mercy. God has always been Love.
Why worry brother and sister? Smile and be happy.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Their Accusations Made
Help me understand this.
They are angered by the messengers,
Who delivered messages they did not heed?
I realize to them this makes sense.
However...
In the real world,
In which most of us make attempts to live in...
Their accusations made,
Are as pointless as blaming the actions of Mother Nature...
On the current President.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Freed of Getting Frisked at Your Risk Foundation
We are pleased you have chosen to run again,
For public office.
However...
There are a 'few' who donated to your campaign efforts,
That last time...
Several years ago,
Now want to know...
What has happened to the millions unaccountable,
For that past attempt.
Can you explain how that funding was spent?
'Of course I can.
I am more than delighted.
I've been wanting to clear the air of that issue for years.
You see,
My wife and I are founders...
Of 'The Freed of Getting Frisked At Your Risk Foundation'.
And what we have done with those millions entrusted to us,
Is to ensure every stray animal...
Dog, cat, bird or beaver,
Regardless of its pedigree...
Is given an opportunity to have free legal consultation.
AND...
A kennel worthy of being lined,
With updated newspapers printing the latest...
Of entertaining gossip detailing the lives,
Of their most beloved film stars.'
I see.
So you're saying,
An investigation into how that money has been used...
Is completely pointless?
'Not only pointless.
But a waste of taxpayer's hard earned wages.'
Sounds good to me.
Bill...
Do you have any more probing questions?
~None whatsoever.
That response should put to bed the issue.
And any other accusation of theft.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dig in
There is no other way.
Once that way has been,
Removed from suspense.
And in one's mind
Begins to deepen,
With a revealing
Pointless to defend!
Dig in,
And get those benefits received.
Forget about that which was taught,
And thought.
Would be so easy.
As if just to wish.
All fantasies one would quickly get.
Dig in,
And get those benefits received.
Forget about that which was taught
By those.
Live to get rich people.
Who wanted to make it look as if,
Not a finger.
Anyone had to lift!
When something is deserved,
It comes to those who do the work.
Very few people
Get from giving hands,
Clean and clear of a sign of dirt.
People deserving are those who work.
People who struggle,
Are not unaccustomed
Of facing their own troubles.
And often are the ones,
Receiving their 'good luck'
Doubled up without much of a fuss.
There is no other way.
Once that way has been,
Removed from suspense.
And in one's mind
Begins to deepen,
With a revealing
Pointless to defend!
Dig in,
And get those benefits received.
Forget about that which was taught,
And thought
Would be so easy.
As if just to wish
All fantasies one would quickly get.
Dig in.
Be the one to make what it wished,
For you begin to happen.
Dig in!
Useless are those complaints.
No one hears,
Or pretends to listen.
Dig in!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Collaped
Voiceless, Useless in their game
Sightless, Blinded by their rage
Heartless, All their Endless plagues
Pointless, Gagging on their pain
Collapsed, Collapsing
Collapsed, Collapsing
Collapsed, Collapsing
Collapsed, Collapsing
Where were you when the bombs dropped?
When the time stopped
When the ticking clock hit zero
Turned to rust into dust
Turned to rust
Where were you when the bombs dropped?
When the time stopped
When the ticking clock hit zero
Turned to rust into dust
Turned to rust
Entombed Infused breathing oil for their views
Entombed Infused breathing oil for their views
Entombed Infused breathing oil for their views
Entombed Infused breathing oil for their views
Voiceless, Useless in their game
Sightless, Blinded by their rage
Heartless, All their Endless plagues
Pointless,
Collapsed, Collapsing
Collapsed, Collapsing
Collapsed, Collapsing
Collapsed, Collapsing
Where were you when the bombs dropped?
When the time stopped
When the ticking clock hit zero
Turned to rust bit the dust
Turned to rust
song performed by by Velvet Acid Christ
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Top Falls Down
He lays down in silence
Killing communication
Any pride is pointless
In these situations
So she's gonna find a rider
Because she can't love a radio flyer
ooh you never give love
So the top falls down
Spread your wings and fly away
My love
She said she's gotta have her freedom
From the one who denies her
From the builder of strong fences
From the one who kills his senses
When you're sleeping under water
Breathing has no purpose
She said she's looking for a rider
Because she can't love a radio flyer
(Chorus)
Oh to look
song performed by by Tonic from Sugar
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Facing What Could Have Been Done
By the time a maturity awakens,
In the minds of those seduced to stay asleep...
An existence of truth that has always been available,
Will be as useless as those wishing to eat steak...
Carved up on a plate,
And with a readiness to satiate...
But without neither real or false teeth.
And although it may be 'gummed'...
The act of facing what could have been done,
Is a pointless one.
Since there is no point,
In turning back a clock.
If the ticking of the tock of it...
Has long come to a stop!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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