Best Blase Poems

I wake up each day
without purpose.
I am neither here nor
there.
I can't cry anymore,
I can't smile anymore.
I have a blank stare
and my demeanor is 
blase'.
A big...

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We are all gathered here today
to lament rhyming poetry's death.
Fledgling poets think it's blasé,
regardless of its rhythm and breath.

Lyrical poetry's called cliché,
though it's been recited...

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At my antique womanly age,
I have reached beyond cynicism stage,
I am quite blasé about hyperbole,
Hearsay evidence about chicks like me,
You're wasting your time, unfortunately,
Old bags...

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Not long ago, one midwinter day
The sky was bright blue, not dull winter gray
It lured me out, from my hiding place
For a welcome but needed,...

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An hour before time, they put her through the motions.
Shoving and pulling her strings adding oil and suntan lotion.
Hot and humid still shining in candid...

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The old wooden bench with the high back
Carefully covered with a soft cushion
Drew her to come, sit, enjoy this morn's slack
And view the fog as...

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In a cafe
somewhat blase 
(I suppose)

A glass pendant glows
above You and Me;
a newly created pose.

Our eyes reflect no guise:

Whisper to me in sweet libation,
drown me...

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Ode to the Grandkids

My gaze, grandkids, you inspire me to write.
I love the way you laugh, trust and cherish,
Devoting my mind day and through the...

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Written: September 12, 2023
Ocean Poetry Contest                   ...

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Counterfeit in politics a prerequisite
For sale by owner, got cash, you can buy
Their influence
God Bless America and all the Capitalists
Starting vanity wars, to the public's...

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Somewhere between here,

blase and tomorrow's

derangement, lost the plot in

a moment of coherent clarity,

'twas quite a peculiar notion

unsettling predicament of

knowing one's own psyche,

silently questioned the

absolute mindfulness,

hardly...

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I met the man
Who has become
The man, my father
Fought so hard
To not become
To always be
That lyrical, selfless soul
Only out there
To rid the world
Of joyless, empty...

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Stumblin' through the haze
In a dumfounded daze
In a muddled malaise
Like a mouse in a maze

Broke and blase
Stuck in my ways
My libido won't blaze
My mojo betrays

Got...

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Seven A.M., feet on the floor, pajamas in-car 
for a favorite drive-through fast-food treat?  No, 
it's the coffeepot, and turn on the broiler, less...

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I remember when I kissed my first girlfriend,
exciting, moist,  and tasting of bread and butter,
if only I could utter the words that arose within...

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