Best Indisposed Poems
Too little did I worry,
Too little did I know—
I wasn’t sure that you would stay,
But I never thought you’d go.
And isn’t it amazing,
How quickly day turned night?
It seems my eyes are failing,
For I cannot see the light.
O, they say that it is coming,
No farther than the dawn—
But it seems the sun is indisposed,
For it weeps that you are gone.
Some will call it merely rain,
But how are they to know?
Whatever do they know of pain—
Or how I loved you so?
Categories:
indisposed, longing, lost love, sorrow,
Form:
Quatrain
Hair there, why cry, pull it out ..try!
Pretty YES on your head but nose?
God that’s gross you’re not a guy
Pull it out you’re indisposed!
Categories:
indisposed, funny
Form:
Chastushka
They were her favourite,
She loved them deeply,
I saw her tend them with care,
She communed with them,
She sat in their midst in the cool of the evening,
They blossomed with her every care,
I was deeply moved,
She trimmed and sold some,
Instructing that they should
be nurtured with care,
When she was indisposed,
They slowly withered,
I took over and did her obligations,
They didn’t respond at first,
But later conceded,
When she departed,
I told them,
But promised to wear her shoes.
October 16, 2022.
Categories:
indisposed, death, flower, grandmother, love,
Form:
Free verse
Where could you be tonight, Sinatra?
Love and Marriage
Love and Marriage
A chant I heard reverberate
As far away as the length of the waves
I rode indisposed
When I was bound
To a remote island
Named Buyukada
The permanent content of what you mean
Transcends me the moment I kiss your lips
And I know that meaning is produced
Only in an unexpectedly rambunctious union
Succinctly, I dissect everything
Looking for generic terms I left
Back somewhere in Kadikoy
At nine o’clock sharp near the theater
Where I heard a beautiful young voice
Lamenting Istanbul in operatic tempos
Barbarossa Hayreddin Pasha
Fatih Sultan Mehmet
Jalal al-Din Rumi
All proceeded towards Istanbul again
Alas! Nothing remains the same
Everything is only revisited once again
Even the empty sunflower fields of Kutahya
Detach yourself, postmodern Kerouac,
From the vicissitudes of a stuporous life
Isolate yourself from mundane places
Where nothing transcends the ephemeral
I know that I will meet a deadline
Just because life manifests itself
Unintentionally in those experiences I weave
I thought my days could end
On a ship to Prince’s Island bound
Alas, a Russian girl took me aside
To recount her Icelandic memories
To a dismembered Moorish heart
Categories:
indisposed, journey, loneliness, love, travel,
Form:
Free verse
Lizzie King had a heart of gold /
A hooker by trade or so we're told /
She’d show up when the guys got paid /
With a surrey of girls - the guys got laid /
She even had brass tokens made /
"Good for 50 cents in trade" /
And when the police came around /
They didn't come to shut her down /
From her bawdy house on Market Square /
Lizzie always gave her share /
She'd donate money - donate clothes /
For the poor and indisposed. /
No - Lizzie King of St. Joe fame /
Must have been one classy dame.
Mdailey 8/17/11
Lizzie King was a famous "Lady of the Evening" in St. Joseph, MO back in the late 1800. There is a picture of her for sale on E-bay I believe.
Categories:
indisposed, history, people,
Form:
Rhyme
I would answer by saying that it is the absence of your fathers earthshaking glance at the dawn of an unpredictable night. I would answer by saying that it is the acknowledgment of the neglected truth, that life is nothing but a series of scenes in an indisposed screenplay. And that death is the anticipated protagonist, a patient gift disgustingly disguised underneath the smiles of all that which we think brings us happiness.
Categories:
indisposed, absence, dad, death of
Form:
Elegy
-Folly in Grin-
Sleeping troubadour
Ask his ink why he slumber
Or his papyrus
Words they themselves would forget
Since their lord is indisposed
Categories:
indisposed, age, analogy, emotions, mystery,
Form:
Tanka
Fire kissed you lay your ivory skin aglow
beneath the gaslight from the cheery floral globe
marooned in innocence he died not long ago
and left you to wear a ring and coal black robes.
Drained of emotion, still as death but in repose
beneath the gaslight from the cheery floral globe
you rest. Your ruddy cheeks the firelight bestowed
a vigor your weary heart can no longer hold.
Drained of emotion, still as death but in repose,
the shadows soften, pearl your skin, highlight the gold
in waves your silken tresses fall, their flow shows
a vigor your weary heart can no longer hold.
So like the Lady of Shalott, she's indisposed
for like Ophelia white as bone on a chaise she lays,
in waves your silken tresses fall, their flow shows
that sunshine kissed your crown oft on better days.
Let her not wake, we need no words to see her pain
for like Ophelia white as bone on a chaise she lays,
her heartbeat slows, his wraith goes, all's been in vain.
Categories:
indisposed, bereavement,
Form:
Terzanelle
Alexis wanted Christmas spirit
A lot of it, exceeding limit;
The liquor store was closed
Its owner indisposed
"Back in a minute" seemed implicit.
For Alexis's Christmas Limerick Contest
8th December, 2020
Categories:
indisposed, fun,
Form:
Limerick
Beautifully happy now on meds
Insightful from last year's low
Peacefully enjoying the stability
Ongoing treatments that helped me grow
Longing for non-irritability or mania
Anxiety no more this holiday
Rendering all my soul
Sinking in his greatness as I pray
Christ has me in his hands
Holidays can be stressful for those who are sick
Remember that our meds and help
Inviting all that's good to do the trick
Somehow be childish in the tale of Saint Nick
Together bipolars can enjoy this whole month
Magically intuned with those not indisposed
Ask us how you may be able to help
Same as you, bells, mistletoe and all that's grandiose
Categories:
indisposed, christmas, community, depression,
Form:
Acrostic
Written June 25, 2012
Dim the lights
No one knows
Silhouetted indisposed
Can you hear
Children's fears
The darkness will be here
By the time
You can see
The light that buries me
You will know
All that's glitters
Is not gold
Walk the path
Satan's wrath
Will enter through the back
Door is closed
Think you know
Why the Lord has brought is here
Are you telling me lies
Through your eyes
On and on I'll tell you're wrong
Until the day is done
Categories:
indisposed, absence, abuse, addiction, betrayal,
Form:
Lyric
His name is Mr. Phire,
but he insist you call him R. Syn
He's a torch for hire,
if you need something set ablaze,
something smoking
Make the right down payment;
and have a full gas can, flick foolproof plan
If you need five-alarm action ...
yeah, R. Syn is the best ashes delivery man
So, there is no need for a heartless heater;
the barrel cold, bullet indifference of a plastic gun
Mr. Phire is a passionate pyre thrill seeker,
he sure loves having some Fahrenheit funeral fun
When it comes to pyrotechnics,
he's the Spark Vader of demolition
There's nothing he can't destroy,
he'll scorch all of your competition
R. Syn for hire
be his fiery street cred calling card lit boast
Get in acetylene touch with him,
if you want something turned to burnt toast
But right now, he's presently indisposed
at an undisclosed penal facility
He's currently planning an accelerant daring escape caper
Waiting for a rookie guard to permit him
unsupervised use of contraband matches and toilet paper
Categories:
indisposed, humor, humorous, satire, society,
Form:
Light Verse
The World of the One Percent
By Elton Camp
The super rich is who these folks are
More wealthy than old Croesus by far
They reside in the most fabulous estate
Privacy protected by a guarded gate
A mansion with elevators & indoor pool
Where as kings and queens they rule
Sparkling clean and always kept that way
By staff: butler, maids, cooks and the valet
“The master is quite indisposed,” they say
To any who may attempt to visit that day
Breakfast in bed they can anytime enjoy
Where they is nothing around to annoy
Even doctors willingly pay them a house call
As do stylists, masseurs, barbers—one and all
Personal shoppers go out to buy their clothes
Unless a tailor comes—it’s sure one of those
For it is only poor folks, down on their luck
Who have go and shop at Sears & Roebuck
Since only the little people pay income tax
In carrying their fair load they are found lax
Certainly, no self indulgences do they spare
For the uncouth masses they have little care
Unless James brings around the limousine
It’s in a mere $200,000 car they are seen
A world of incredible privilege is theirs
Where they relax without having any cares
Categories:
indisposed, funny, world,
Form:
Rhyme
Thanksgivings
This day that we eat
Holiday that we feast
And let us not forget
Not fret
Keep a light on in the least
Support those who care
Give a hand to those
Inspire others who are
Very much indisposed
Influence your circle
Nothing but love will do
Gratitude inside
Simply say, "thank you."
Categories:
indisposed, thanksgiving,
Form:
Acrostic
Gatekeeper to the compost pile
the boatman for the river Styx
I'm trying to cross the last mile
adventure's done, I'm calling it quits
Shadowed Charon silhouettes the dark
lowly murmurs, "You got I.D.?
a passport, something of that sort,
something with a picture to see?"
I gaze at the black outline above
evaluating this unexpected request
Is terminus admission really that tough?
Do I need to comply to this behest?
"Sorry", I say, "I left my pockets in life
I assumed you'd have records here."
"We do", he replied, "our info is rife,
but identities we need to insure."
"Birth certificate, and two credit cards,
or driver's license and utility bill,
cancelled check, something of that regard
some documentation, you know the drill."
"But I'm dead" I stammered, "What does this mean?"
"Am I not permitted time to decompose?"
"This transition from betwixt and between
to eternity seems like I'm - indisposed"
"You, good boatman, may think it fine, but,
to carry proof of identity, I must disagree"
"Sir, you must stand aside of the line.
Go back to purgatory and get some I.D.!"
© Goode Guy 2014-02-13
Categories:
indisposed, death, imagination, satire, society,
Form:
Couplet