Best Nonchalant Poems
denial of what is as is unfolding
clinging to that that never was
glue of ego spawned identity
we see these tamas spirals
attempting to anchor us
in fear and darkness
our nonchalant eye
entwined with heart
ever bubbling with joy
opts not to trauma bond
with such sunken vibrations
judging nothing celebrates life
I had a wild love while working away,
his name was Pierre and he stole my heart;
he was furtive and I so naivete,
I fell for each imaginary part.
I thought this man I met was love worthy,
he entrapped me with words that turned shallow;
I saw my lover as untrustworthy,
his passionate kisses left me hallow.
Yet, when he touched me I was set on fire,
I held tight to this man so nonchalant;
he taught me about passion and desire,
and the end of our love will ever haunt.
I came home ascetic and reclusive,
humble- I left this lover delusive.
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January 17, 2018
Poetry/Sonnet/A Lover, Nonchalant
Copyright Protected, ID 18-983-99
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, English Sonnet
sponsor, John Hamilton
Fifth Place
I sat on the park bench, tears running down my face.
I turned away to hide my sorrow, thinking it a disgrace.
When the old man came and to sit there too.
He spoke as if talking to himself, “Well, if I were blue.”
He continued not looking at me, “I would be nonchalant.
I could show you the best way to do it if you want.
It’s easy to do, just act as if you don’t care at all.”
I turned to look at him, he gave me a smile, rather small.
I asked in a shaky voice, what he meant by what he said.
He looked at me and slowly nodded his old grey head.
This was his answer, words to live by I will never forget.
He said I could fool my heart and have nothing to regret.
If someone is mean, pity them, smile and walk away.
If you make a mistake, in the wrong, fix it. Find a way.
You lose someone dear, believe you will join them some day.
If you are injured or sick just realize the pain will not stay
Never let misadventure alter the fact that you are strong.
There is always a way to overlook what goes wrong.
Lost your job, broke, nothing to eat or place to reside.
Take my tip and learn my words and make sure you abide.
Enjoy life more, have fun, take the highs with the lows.
Head held high, let cares fly by, no time for woes.
Come out for the very first time, just like a debutant.
Always be happy or the only other choice, be nonchalant.
I nonchalantly watched as the old man strolled out of sight.
He muttered to himself, and I heard him exclaim "it will be alright"
God will look after you lass, if you believe its so
Cause that's the way it is supposed to go.
The nonchalant rooster is a real knob.
We don’t have another name, so we call him Bob.
He puts on a multitude of airs, I mean a gob.
He interviews a lot, but can never get a job.
Not ones to ever be ascetic, we
lay bronzed and brazen on the beach that day,
our legs sprayed by the shallow tide of sea
as we engaged in passionate love play.
The sun, which shared our ardor at the start,
turned humble suddenly, and then the sky
seemed nonchalant, as if it had no heart.
No brightness would the furtive sun belie.
Although the shore had grown a little cold,
my love decided to take one last swim.
He jumped the waves, so filled with joy - so bold!
Then one huge wave rolled in and swallowed him!
Recalling it, I stand now by this tide.
How gray the sky had turned when my love died.
Written Jan. 26, 2018 For John Hamilton's "English Sonnet Lost Love" Contest
Using words: 1. Furtive 2. Nonchalant 3. Humble 4. Shallow 5. Ascetic
frivolous nonchalance
easy carelessness
ridiculous calmness
in the face of equanimity
heedless casualness
notoriously relaxed
indifferent airiness
way beyond easygoing
deadly carefee
frivolous self
Gallivanting around the wilderness with the love of my life I realize
That things are not necessarily as I would have wanted to visualize
I acquiesce as choosing what to do next
Out of nowhere, I get a text
In a nonchalant manner, I looked to see
What could this message be
The subtle look concerned my love
He will always be there when push comes to shove
As I think about what is going on now
I realize that I should just blow off everything other than how
When we are alone I feel such ecstasy with him
No matter where the rendezvous is and whether we follow a whim
He holds my hand as we cross a precarious bridge
It was a unique experience as we crossed over to the ridge
When we made it back home I decided to rest
The finesse of his touch on my face is the best
Comfort in my love’s arms I love to be in
Taking time to admire his silly grin
Enjoying the moment in which I live
And all the love we have to give
Life's brutal assault
simply does not halt,
teasing and taunting,
most find quite daunting.
The way we respond,
determines our bond
with the potent pulse,
we ourselves impulse.
With bliss our abode,
nonchalant monk mode,
makes easy earth life,
free from needless strife.
Life is but a dream
where illusions stream,
that by love baptised
God is realised.
08-October-2022
heart no longer feels at home
barefoot bohemian roams.
restless wild, bright whirling skirt.
untamed desire yearns to flirt.
home trailing to distant hills.....
roams tethered fragile tendrils.
skirts around, lone debutante.
flirt hurts... the nonchalant heart.
Dated 21st March 2019
Syllable counter PS = 7 in each line.
Jueju-Qijue Contest of Charles Messina
when a close one dies, we realise
we are looking at waves, not the ocean
light of our true Self, delusion decries
eye of wisdom calming commotion
I find myself in quite a precarious state.
Uncertain as to why I was so quick to acquiesce.
My heart flutters with excitement.
My body trembles inside with fear.
The thoughts race through my minds eye,
like an out of order stampede.
That of enlightened speech.
It is an unique ecstasy;
One of unsettled ease.
Set into motion, forced into play.
What was a seemingly nonchalant rendezvous,
sent me gallivanting forward.
A rather new and unfamiliar finesse.
It will surely be the beginning.
The beginning to the end.
The beginning to the end of yet another,
yet another fragmented moment.
A moment of eternity.
An eternity and all that it will ingest.
May 7, 2018
Clear blue sky
on a frosty morning,
it doesn't even have to try
to be anything other
than what it is;
why can't I
be as nonchalant
as a bird that flies
without constraint
across that clear blue sky?
Nonchalant Rouge
By Maui Sanders
Absence of affection
Is not a sore ditch
Film reels
And family memories
Even though I may not
Have one
In my mind, I am a warrior
Who is learning
How to be of an object
To people on a pursuit to
Win the trophy
a woman to never represent the majority
a woman to never respect the majority
a woman to never speak for the majority
forever talking of independence
saying it is Scotland's desire,
lost the vote for independence
nonchalant to Scotland's desire,
a one track horse,
and of course,
a selfish cow.
Scotland's First Mini Turd
No reason to panic no cause for alarm
I ask one and all to remain cool and calm
Be nonchalant as you go about your day
Believe me my friend it's the only way
If you can do this I'm sure you will succeed
Getting flustered and frustrated there's no need
I have no example why coolness should apply
Please though promise me that you will try
Calm under pressure is a good way to be
Good for mind and body I'm sure you agree
No point in panicking or getting stressed
Being impatient will lead you feeling depressed