Best Mundane Poems

Alas
how they suffer
poverty seeds disease 
like a puddle breeds mosquitoes - 
the sickly buzz is everywhere..

the dirge of the drudge 
nowadays damn near everyone in refrain
rites and rituals --
enough to almost make this heartless
hooded old man feel faint - ha! 
..a feign of concern with...

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To make a word mean something new,
With some uniqueness  -
O what genius!
These words are washed of all their color
Black and white, lo, gray
With boredom.
So what’s left to write about,
When words mean nothing more today
Than they did  one thousand  yesterdays,
Where lyrics sung like...

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Equinox—the sun
Bright—shining—washday hang-out
September's closing...

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A cluster of Day Lilies glow
like embers beneath the shadow
of a time-worn Box elder tree
that’s plainly visible to see
if looking for mundane beauty.
Their golden flowers so briefly
lived poses for a single day;
at days end they wither away.
Their presence always call to mind
that beauty last the...

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Little lost angels fell into urban slums
Walk aimlessly with nothing, but her broken wings
She morphs herself into a granules of dust
Intangible like a vagabond and chooses to be unseen

Escaped from infinite world, she paved her own paradise
Falling and fused with the mundane, she breaks her...

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MUNDANE
The death of soul steals slowly through the years
the fog of mind that's never known to be;
brought on by laughter, love, and hate and tears
the fate of all; so few can ever see.

It brings the withering of life. Now all it's leaves;
once green and shining...

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I have no problem
Finding beauty in the most ordinary things
Like sunshine’s crystallized mourning song
Falling down the Arizona sky like raindrops from India
Purple, pink, orange destiny
Slowly reclining before the ebony embrace of twilight

There is nothing wrong
With a coffee before bedtime
Rich pumpkin spice scent wafting from the...

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She is not only the pragmatist,
she is the enchantress.

From the organizing of paperwork,
taxes, forms and receipts,
to reminding me when a birthday is due,
grounding flights of fancy
that have no hope of touching sky,
or reminding me what really matters to me
with half a glance
and that chuckle that...

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Much Trump business is both mundane and plain;
Has hair that becomes a big mess while in rain;
Up people he riles;
T for Trouble dials;
Common sense lacks any not having a grain.

Jim Horn...

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the mundane

nerves all ajangle
stomach knots to untangle
that life once well known
is not playing well at home
builds many obtuse angles

dealing with mundane
each day turning out the same
no bomb exploding
weapons which we are loading
reflects life become too tame

too much day to day
preparedness goes astray
need to stay alert
so...

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The mechanics of the clock
The stutter of the ticks and tocks
The cogs eternally clenching teeth
Singing songs from underneath
The changing features of the clock face
Each hand steadfast in its place
Pendulum swinging, sounds like a knock
Who's there? I ask. Tick-tock-tick-tock....

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rising from bed in the morning
seeking shelter when it's storming
idly whiling stray hours away
dreaming there will be better days
fabricating a self-image
with a more prominent linage
doodling on back of a letter
shunning life as a go-getter

paying of various taxes
wielding rhetorical axes
stopping by the grocery store
dealing with muscles...

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Last night was a warm night
I could not sleep, rather I tossed and turned
My heart was empty, so was my life
Yet, I did feel love flowing all around

So I woke up and choose to bask in the moon's light
Contemplating such a beauty, I no more...

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With hair ablaze
a jester unconfined.
I scoffed at the mundane 
its life declined.
My wardrobe 
a riot
a rhapsody bold.
Mismatched socks my standard 
stories untold.

In classrooms of tedium 
rules I'd defy
Grasping forbidden knowledge 
'neath watchful sky.
Craving for wisdom in 
esoteric wells.
Chased squirrels with saws 
casting fanciful spells!

Detentions for...

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The Holiday

I looked on the net for a holiday
To visit somewhere picturesque
And escape the mundaneness of life
Just me, the car, and the wife.

We priced up guest houses, hotels
Would it be the lakes, mountains or fells?
A cheap, luxurious getaway, of four days
However far you run, your...

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