Best Bore Poems
No greasy treats from chippie van;
I have my starch now au, gratin
with blasted, deconstructed bass,
petits pois, served; in Demi tasse.
No pint of best down at the pub
I drink with chums now at the club;
Prosecco, or a Chardonay
depending on the time of day.
No picking up the kids from school;
done by Au pair now; as a rule;
she turns up in our four by four
dressed top to toe in old Dior
No visits to the Home Depot
I have ten craftsmen now in tow;
who add things at my beck and call
to my enormous stately hall.
No need to visit family;
They all now want to come see me,
drink all my wine, then use the pool;
methinks they take me for some fool!
There's nothing left that I can buy;
so why, you ask, that big old sigh?
I have new friends, but here's the rub;
I miss my mates down at the pub.
Yes, being rich is such a bore!
The Suffering HE Bore
We will never fully understand the depth of the suffering
that our Savior bore on the tree of Calvary,
nor the pain of separation from His Father that He wept through
during His prayer in the Garden of Gethsemane.
This Savior and Son of the Most High God we can surely see
what tremendous love for man he has shown,
Yet we can only scratch the mere surface no matter how much in Him
that we have grown
How can mortal man fully understand the way our God
even comprehends and thinks,
His infinite wisdom and the understanding He exemplifies as He
grasps the problems of the whole universe while we have only the time to blink.
When the Lord Jesus left Heaven for us and came
down to the lowly level of man,
it is truly the picture of a King leaving His palace and
taking up residence in a large garbage can.
And what about His honor and authority having His
angels snap to attention at His command,
then in contrast His creation was laughing and scorning and jeering at Him
only to strike Him with the back of their hands!
He, trying His best
wanted the good for man to see,
that He is Creator God Who has come down
to man’s level and with him He had chosen to plead!
Oh, at times, I know with me
I caused Him to be wroth,
while dealing with ignorance on my part
yet patiently He endured and finally I understood what He had to me, taught!
The Darling of Heaven as they say
came from Heaven to reside in the lowly town of Galilee,
oh, won’t you hear His call to save you as I heard
and gladly chose and let Him save me.
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
July 19, 2015
The lies in her eyes are lost in love's twilight.
While an emptiness lives through each night.
Shadows spread across heart's floor.
Where love lives no more.
Ghosts now dwell,
bore,
from her hell.
Behind each closed door,
her face alone to adore.
In lonely beds, love is not contrite.
The lies in her eyes are lost in love's twilight.
contest..An Invented Form..I'd call it Mirror Rhyme
2/11/15
A metaphor is such a bore,
When it is overused,
And words that rhyme are out-of-line,
When they are so abused
And those cliches are 'here to stay',
And drive us all insane,
But we continue using them,
And so we're all to blame.
It's like 'we're on the same old page',
Or 'talking to the wall',
Don't mean to 'beat around the bush',
So please don't 'have a cow'.
A 'screen-door on a submarine',
Is such a useless thing,
And when I rant and criticize,
I'm 'going out on a string'.
For many disagree with me,
And say that I am wrong,
And then they 'go their separate ways',
And 'sing the same old song'.
A metaphor is such a bore,
When it is overused,
But I have trouble finding words,
So please have me excused.
The Suffering That HE Bore
We will never fully understand
the depth of the suffering that Jesus bore on Calvary
nor the pain of separation from His Father
during the prayer in the Garden of Gethsemane.
This Savior, the Son of God
what a tremendous love for man He has shown
yet we can only scratch the mere surface of that love
no matter how much in Him we have grown.
How can mortal man understand
fully the way that our God truly does think
His infinite wisdom and understanding exemplifies as He grapples
in the universe’s problems while we only have time to blink.
When the Lord Jesus left Heaven for us and came
down to the level of man
it was similar to an earthly King leaving his palace
to take up residence in a large garbage can.
Now what about His honor and authority
as HE had angels snap to attention at His command
while in contrast His earthly creation laughing and jeering at Him
and at times striking Him with the back of their hands.
He came and did His best for His created mankind
and for mere mortal man to see
our Creator God Who had come down to our level
conversing and teaching about a hard heart of which He would plead.
Oh I know at times my own ignorance of His ways
has made Him at times with me wroth
it was a lack of knowledge on my part yet He patiently
endured until I could see how much for Him it did cost.
My dear people this blessed Savior
was asked by His Father to suffer this way for you and for me
so we could receive Him and His precious Redemption plan
and thereby live with Him all through eternity.
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings - 2015
Recently, when I was bored,
I meditated upon boredom,
Over a cup of tea.
And three instances crossed my mind.
In the classroom:
Once, as a student, I was bored
And dozed off;
Woke up with a start
When the drone of the lecture stopped.
The lecturer apologized:
Sorry for disturbing you!
A game of volleyball:
A member of my team,
Went woolgathering,
When the ball wasn’t coming his way.
Now, suddenly the ball came
And hit him straight in the chest.
Shocked, he let out a cry!
An interview—
Between a media person and a Professor:
The bored interviewer suddenly became alert
And shot back the same question.
Imagine the reaction around!
Well, we are all bored,
When we are not interested in
What we are doing;
Or we are not doing
What we are interested in;
Or have nothing to do.
Boredom, apparently harmless,
Will have its corrosive effect—on personality;
Initially may induce
Sleep and daydreaming.
Slowly absentmindedness creeps in.
And eventually addictions set in.
On the positive side, boredom suggests:
There’s peace and no particular worry.
Remedy?
A good plan of unwinding
And some attitudinal fine-tuning.
That’s almost all.
Good bye, Boredom!
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Bore Thoughts Galore
Niels Bohr
Studied physics and bore thoughts galore.
During war, our allies and we were calm.
His models were the bomb!
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 22, 2010
Poetic form: Clerihew
"Bore, Boredom" 2010
V. Ortiz Vazquez
Bore, boredom
How can it be?
Why at age 33?
What does it mean?
Surviving with a few “migajas del dia”
Not really living, just there
There
Bore, boredom
Few situations bring joy
Still secluded
Isolated
Not really living, just there
There
Bore, boredom
Moments of joy
Her and I
Written words
Visual inspiration
Joy
Bore, boredom
With occasional, polite, short conversations
Wondering when will it end
Looking around, searching for something more
Nothing
Once again trapped in the same routine
Why do I even try?
Bore, boredom
When it began?
Why can’t I shake it away?
People
People ever where
Yet, I don’t seek any pleasures from them
Her and I
Written words
Visual inspiration
Joy
Bore, boredom
When will you stop?
Why make my soul your home?
Yet, I don’t know if I can survive without you
Perhaps I can, but don’t know how anymore
Still secluded, isolated
Her and I
Written words
Visual inspiration
Moments of joy
A moment of joy at age 33
What happened to the early moments?
Where did they go?
How can I get them back?
History with many missing pieces
Nevertheless, don’t forget the present moments for they are the ones that count
Grasp them, snuggle with them, cherish them
Bore, boredom
Her and I
Written words
Visual inspiration
Moments of joy
I WENT TO WAR WITH A WALL
Don’t worry honey, I protect my life
With a concealed and well honed knife
No switch blade, just a steak knife we had laying around
But just like a switch blade it will bring a man down
Don’t worry honey, I know the street too well
When you walk with me can’t you tell?
The street agrees with me and I with the street
And sincerely the street and you should meet
It’s a place where animals get out for awhile
Away from a place of cement and tile
So they rush to the trough just like all of the rest
And then scurry back to their cage or their nest
None of them give a damn about anyone
They don’t even trust a priest or a nun
Wave the Monroe Doctrine in front of them and they will wince
Because everyone there thinks he’s still a prince
So when I go to various venues to rob and steal
You know it baby, your lover is for real
Oh, and just in case I happen to fail
Make sure you can get money for my bail
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
Victim to your snares, you held me captive
Brainwashed me
Arrested me for a crime I didn't commit
Or maybe I did but was ignorant of "it" being a crime
Sentenced me to trauma and bitterness
Threw me into ward number heartless
In solitary confinement even
How priceless!!!!
Tears streamed down my flaccid cheeks
Which instantly met some BEAUTIFUL panel beating
To give me something real to cry about
Even though your "puppy" shed crocodile teary empathy, I found it very sweet I tell you
I subconsciously turned the unpleasant image into a masterpiece portrait
Why I took in your inhumane behavoural patterns
Remains a blockbuster
Especially when one looks at my effortless escape
Which if acted upon right from the start
Could have avoided all the madness
Although necessary an evil it served
Wounds have been dug and scars coming out to stay
Its history now.
Unpleasurable sound to the present day's ears
Cause finally we DIED in the end
An ending which paved way for a beautiful beginning
Our DEATH restores my sanity and peaceful pysche
Whether you got buried or not
I have the slightest idea
That is none of my business
I did and that's just fine
Our ghosts don't interact
They speak not the same language
There is no more 'WE'
ME+YOU=NOTHING
And the math is DONE.
Sorry, yesterday was a bore
That wasn’t me on a roll
It was the other me – John Winston – who wrote it all
But now I feel convinced I’m back
‘Wise-the-Prins-Wins’ in white and black
So please just sit back
And wait for more than just another rap
From this Kenyan dude on this part of the map
So what if there I sat
Butt flat on the dirt
Near the boulevard of broken dreams
Bleeding within from the wounds inflicted unto me
...while in pursuit of impossible dreams
Still I insist there is nothing impossible to me
I gotta heal quick and get back to the ring of dreams
I gotta fight for what I believe in with all that’s invested in me
Defeat is a word unacceptable to me
One friend a day,
One simple chore,
One minute away,
From another bore.
Bore drain tucker (stock water channel, cross country from an Artesian bore)
Waiting for a feed on the old bore drain,
Maybe, might not ever rain?
Have me 4 gallon tin full of holes,
To let ole shrimp in,
Or crayfish sweet n old.
Bit of old meat, tied in the tin,
Come on lobby, just jump in,
Reef her out, quickly now,
Shrinps n lobbys tucker, chow.
Put another can on the fire,
Boil em up now, Jeeves esquire,
Sitting on a termite mound,
Sucking scoffing shrimpy down, (like prawns)
Aussie boil here on the ground:
Don Johnson 15-july-11
So you have risen
So fairly quick
You want to heal us
As we are sick
But please now tell me
How I can learn
That I'm nothing
So I can earn
How can I forgive?
How can I learn only to give?
Nothing to ask
To be myself
Without a mask?
I cannot do it
All by myself
I'm too proud
I do confess
Maybe it's fear
It's fear from death
Fear from darkness
And solitude
Still I'm keeping
Attitude
But only sometimes
And not always
I have to learn
That love repays
I have to learn
That love exists
And strike through darkness
From my list
To battle jealousy
With both my fists
Halt all my anger
And clear the mist
Not be egoistic
But optimistic
And altruistic
So since you've risen
Out of the dead
Come please lie near me
Besides my bed
And walk with me
For all my life
Cut all my passions
You paid with life
I don't want to miss you
Not anymore
As I'm without you
Just a bore
when one is fobbed off
no doubt a pain in the butt,
self-consciousness reigns.
© Harry J Horsman 2013