Best Blandly Poems
Tarnished or burnished, of late from the store.'
reflections of glimmers..a world, outside my door..'
At shards of perception, I squint and I peer."
through the air, my conception still.' much is unclear )
you blandly gaze cold , though re-sending suns rays
a friend without compunction? a mocker of age..
you dazzle the nations; or just one person at a time..'
a help to boxers, of't the ballet! & street artists 'in mime'
©Joe Maverick 6-12-2013
Behind your earlobe there was a birthmark that had the shape of palestine
But they taught you in there that it was called israel
In the hearth of your chest lied a heart full of vitriol
Out of your choice they altered your pulse, degraded your work
they treated your sixty beats as the clock ticking away sixty seconds
They manifested you as a clockwork
You sought the sabbath like a reaper
sought the harvest
All of your zest was sucked out
To fuel their comedown machine with it
They enforced you to live behind the doors
To love a country that was never yours
Ought to learn the rules of a game you loathe
Ought to learn crescendo and decrescendo , both
On a monday , i peered through my window and found you burning your paintings , your art
The art that made me fall for you like the snow fell on everest , didnt they teach you that too?
Snow fell on the havocked cielings of the kids of indochina too ,yet you never knew
The next week you were hypnotised by your mother's gramaphone's blues
Immobilized in your second prison awaiting divine intervention or cues
On wednesday clamor rose in your cell and into your cells
Both of your parents , ignited coals but luckily cathedral bells
Covered your yelps
I saw you from a nigh distance
As the one between helsinki and tallin you knew from the geography book you were blandly eyeing
You had a globe but your thoughts were never airborne
You had a soul but you deemed it way fainter than the infamous coals you stared at
Thursday morning i resumed my ritual but you changed your entire course , mine aswell
Your books towered beneath your feet
Which hung limply in the air
Your birthmark was covered with the noose you tied around your head
The geography book became your execution platform
The thing was , i had the exact same book
And im about to ensue you but first let me burn my poems.
POLITICALLY RELIGIOUS PUNDITRY
and as the tide of mindless babble receded
whispering through the foaming bubbles,
giggling in the lather of their lies, smoothing
the unsuspecting edges of the irate populace
with the blandly pathetic pablum on which
they subsist, a rogue wave broke upon the
barren beach, tore the moorings of the past
from their entrenchments, cleansed the sands
of the needless detritus of failures filth, surged
through all the alleyways of wealth and power,
washing from their hands the stain of greed,
and in withdrawing left a stinging message -
repent - or I return.
John G. Lawless
9/30/2014
Dictionary in hand Bobbies
manned state of the spy craft created
strategic peripheral outposts
a comma dated,
(sans syntax garnered monies) equated
justifiable to build galley ma free
Highland Manor wing - feted
via "FAKE" glitterati
creating surreptitious hated
surveillance monitor ring, which insulated
decked out starry eyed Starship
Enterprise surprise rated,
as an unbelievable well Spock kin
Duplicated Star Trek venerated
popular culture science fiction set piece,
where elderly residents waited
this other worldly architectural phenomenon
didst immediately outshine by alight
year among the original seven wonders
of the world prominant
as a buck toothed over bite
yet, didst camouflage top secret AngloSaxon
incognito missionaries delight
upholding correct language usage,
Thence trumpeting amidst
nonchalant onlookers as excite
mint hinted grammarians with listening devices
some flying unseen
as period size drones taking flight
other more sophisticated
electronic accouterments
dolled, gussied, issued with apostrophe
shaped flower buds scaling height
of cerulean sky, where blinding light
of a solar ellipsis, thus
arousing no discovered night
gallery suspicion during
feted occasion rife with polite
"FAKE" markedly questionable legatees quite
suitable asper The Art Of The Deal during
ribbon cutting ceremony,
and after words right
ting up citations slyly
slipped under windshield wipers
as the madding massed crowdsource,
would take dispersed out of sight
nonetheless echoes plenti chutzpah left
English figures of speech
uttering unstinting (quote unquote)
premature ejaculations,
eh so blandly trite
non-sequitur visited
by thee epic of Gilgamesh
for a dangling participle
during the split infinitive Sumer season
(exclamation point) no more to write!
We laughed so many times
Without even reason
You hugged me when I cried
Blandly called it “rainy season”
We were the closest friends
We might be together
Eternity has found it ends
We could deal with the weather
With the weather in our friendship
With the weather in our attention to each other
We were the same, now we’re another
Of course we’ve become older and more wise
I told you million times – “I’ll be by your side”
You're always in my heart even when we’re apart
We’ve got our history, our own life
I felt so much misery
When we twisted the knife
But thank you for being my former best friend
Oh the places we won't go,
like post dated postcards
with fictional photographs of you and I
laughing lovers caught up in this
moment
now mourn this trysts annulment
The fading hue of I to you
crashing closer to memory
are the full blown passion ploys
and blissful near misses
...the only places I may recall you fondly
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Once upon a never
you gazed dreamy
laughed freely
kissed deeply
and made love sweetly
...no not sweetly, but dirty discreetly
the pure erotic world all yours
behind closed doors
engrossed in post-coital
pillow reminiscing
Moving past the altitude
of fickle courting, began the rouse
singing blandly rehearsed tunes
to retreating corners licking wounds
For confrontation is where you thrive
while in misplaced ire my interest dies
beauty morphs horrid in this beholders eyes
as your idiocyncrasies I now despise
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I may think this time was lost
but I say it's worth noting,
my pen has always moved the most
between the loving and the loathing...
**Inspired by John Heck's "Gauntlet" contest!!
i'd just been declared surplus to requirements by my boss
with bloodshot eyes i plodded home completely at a loss
oblivious of my ex-secretary's commiserations
mum's late stage cancer portended impending tribulation
what bruised my heart was my boss' betrayal
his reward for my being unflinchingly loyal
my mind raced to dad's Dane gun, and a well knotted noose, and lethal pills
just one good hot and my sorrows will cease
somehow the thought of my fiancé filled my mind
she was of heaven-so gentle and kind
i'll stay for her. oh such a dear!
i whistled generously, passers by stare
the angelic fiancé turned out a fiendish spouse
she wouldn't cook, she wouldn't work or even clean the house
my income vanished as it came and it was all her effort
she also nagged whenever i offered mum support
but it was her promiscuous lifestyle that often drove me senseless
young, old, rich and poor; she was just so shameless
my limit was reached the day i caught her with my erstwhile boss
homicide was the easier bet but i settled for divorce
to my utmost dismay, the judge added the burden of alimony
to the same unfaithful villain who had wasted my money
worse still outside the courtroom she gave a parting shot
"you were definitely the worst of the lot
even the old judge was much better than you
as was the vicar, the postman and your valet too"
i regained consciousness in the emergency room of a hospital
where i got to learn that my condition had been fatal
somehow, i had consumed some capsules of arsenic
i was just so lucky to have been found by Nick
with tears streaming down my face
i told the doctor all about Grace
for what seemed like ages, he stared blandly at me
then with lips quivering, he said these words to me
“this morning my wife and children were slain by a suicide bomber
i was all set for Israel when you were brought in coma
my duty is to save lives, so i couldn't let you waste yours
life may be mean to us but someone else has it worse
adversities are like batons, you must get them to win a relay race
sorry you just got divorced but therein lies your ace
being alive gives you the chance to get it right again
your ex-wife's loss will be another maiden's gain”
What do you remember when you look at me?
Can you even say, objectively?
I'm sure it's not a symphony.
A tranquil sea, or being free.
I probably remind you more of anarchy... Of villainy...
My memories consists of acidity, with a touch of futility...
Perhaps scathing dishonesty.
I'll remember you mostly fondly.
Not saintly, blandly, nor blissfully...
And at the risk of me being a mere fallacy, all I ask is that you remember me...
you are beautiful to me because you are here
you are beautiful to me because you accept and love
you are beautiful to me because you see me with clear vision
you are beautiful to me because you find the patience to beautify my flaws
you are beautiful to me because you put different flavors on creature of habit directions
you are beautiful to me because your realness illuminated my self which is oftentimes blandly dim
you are beautiful to me because you find the good in me through all the hot mess abstract art
you are beautiful to me because Your Self is just Naturally Elegant
you are beautiful to me because you bestow Organic Blessings upon the Nucleus of My Soul
you are beautiful to me because, simply put, you are just a GodSend.....
The benefactor amusing myself profoundly
I'm musing I'm thinking I'm figuring at
The top of my head words worth one thousand
Thoughts precisely this is my life
I'm making strides
I'm taking this moment to thank all poetry readers
Who read my poems on poetry soup and poem hunter
I love you for subtracting time from your day to
Read my material, you did the math well
Hopefully you will continue reading my poems
It means everything to me
I pay one thousand thank yous
And I dedicate this poem to you the readers
No lavender days only sensible little something's
Hey, I'm applying myself passionately
When I'm ready I'm ready and steady on my feet
Watch my flow Jack, as a matter of fact
I'm always spitting off an asthmatic check
I need to reflect, I'm losing my breath
I'll tell you I hate when the competition is thick
Its mind blowing can barely use my own name
My own game my aims
What's my strategy?
Fair is feared is scared as afraid as scared could be
Afraid to walk on sacred ground where true poets
Are resting know longer stressing
This fear is blandly ridiculous
Cheer cheer you were spared
Competition is fierce
From the top of my head
Poets like we are in scarce supply
Time and time again we lay scarce
For the slick of it I'm so sick of it
Let me in I'm ranting oblique lines
I'm slanted leaning against the door frame
All 5ft. 3 of me ciao Bella baby
I see you
Touch the fire
Random structures emanating from a withdrawn skyline,
Sewers regurgitating intake on a garbage strewn street with cars parked uniformly,
Haggardly homeless children collect cans whilst discarded food and clothing lie haphazardly scattered on a manicured front lawn,
Myriad noises screeching blandly on the senses as if clamoring to distill distraction,
illusions of grandeur heightened by the possibilities,
once cut off from, now epiphanies arise,
on this brisk stroll through a short alleyway.
The old man peers at his photograph ,
Looking at the boy he used to be.
“Smile ! – Say cheese “ , says the photographer ,
The youngster murmurs , blandly , "Camembert"
And looks intently at the camera ,
The moment made eternal with a click.
The man looks at the image of his past ;
His image looks back ,from the page.
He sees the picture of his long ago.
The image views its future through a lens.
Explain to me this please...
Evolutionary exsistince is supreme...
(yet so square one...)
Could you ever bleed out your sadistic dilemma.?.
Would you like to export her to me.?.
I will rape myself mentally.!.
I shall post up my own complex.!.
Im now updating my personal problem..To a serious situation...
How about failing your own expirment...losing at your own game.!.
Scream my name....i deserve pain!
Didnt you know?
I couldnt ever help you.!.
Lets attempt to scream aloud but self conciously...Announcing my personal reasoning in
generosity...
Surely, we can refrain from chilling our own spirit...blandly
I must enslave our youth.!.
Keep it breathing...
Revive my suicide...While we dance breifly...
This confession is unique,but lacks honesty.I speak of pure XTC. I can destroy that
which yearns for appropite measures. Proably steal your independence.
Now I beg you please. Sacrifice the dynamite. Hide it in your soul. Share your inner eye
that once focused on indecent expirments on her who sleeps.
Danielle my love, my sweet
What’s happening to me?
This slow knife your pushing into my chest
Wearing your shades in the pool
Hair down, post-full submersion
You make me wanna cry and scream…
You are 22 and I am 28
You speak with a Long Island accent
And I speak snarkily, blandly, minimally
You don’t even know I write these poems
Or how I feel about you
And I know nothing at all now
The torment erases everything…
You are my soul’s howling storm
Your simple, bulky walk
Like a slightly boastful child
And the easy laughing manner
An early spring eternal
Let me jump into your garden!
And your 8 million soft and subtle expressions of joy
Are enough to map over my entire desirous being from my
3rd grade first crush to my future’s final kiss,
That ghostly woman-to-be, in the soft sweet grays beyond,
Far forward, within the hour of my death…
All this, my Wonder, my New Purpose,
In attempt to write you out of my mind
And move on, though I fear I’m merely watering love plants
And watering on, I set out to jog
I will pound along the pavement,
My fists glistening in the dying sun
My mind reaching for yours
Rushing! Rushing for your spirit
Somewhere the sprawling summer city.
Here comes the fool: running, rushing in.
From a tree with fertile aspirations
An acorn aimlessly falls to the ground
Grounded by it's nurtured mold
Brokered to an evolving forest
Watered by providence; covered with nature's benevolence
Blown about by truant winds of change
Saturated with Spring's, fertile rains
Smothered by fawning foliage
Trodden under by creatures with ulterior motives
Struggling to find its own space in a cluttered world
Pressed by external forces, but will not crack
Its exterior hardened by ability to adapt, change
Acclimated to a world of material degradation
Finding acceptance through physical congruity
Blandly blending into its colorful world