Best Vegetate Poems
What is it?
Must we mark a calender,
and tell ourselves,
Okay, this is the midway point,
we’ve reached the summit.
From this point forward,
we’re on a downhill slide,
where the river’s bend
is transparent, purple turns
to gray, and summers char
your insides to ashes?
Do winters now
begin to freeze bones,
crack them like icicles
falling on concrete?
I have passed
the midway point,
so where does this leave me?
Do I vegetate, or
keep sliding into zero?
Well, listen up, mark it down.
I refuse to accept defeat,
I will beat the odds.
I am my mother’s daughter.
Her indomitable spirit
permeates my genes.
Sparring with demons, and dragons and deadheads
It bobs and weaves like a drunken sailor.
Omnipresent, omnipotent and omniscient
I'm quite attached to it - joined at the psyche.
Image of an incubus twirling as I do.
Patron Saint of agony, I curse it
And relegate it to a 2nd-class personage.
Out, damn spot, out - and take the blood with you.
When I am naked, it is clad (no projection),
No libido, no tumescence, no consummation.
How's that for a declension?
When it ascends, I float in the ether.
This hermaphrodite queen is superior
To all mono-sexual beings
And since I am bound and bounded
It supplies the rope, the pins and the Worchestshire Sauce
Third person singular with plural overtones.
No objection for this object of my affectation.
Alas, the narcissus cannot not spin like lilies,
But only vegetate with the legumes.
The coda, finale, epilog await
Looming like a sarcophagus awaiting its occupant
And alcohol cannot still the tooth
That nibbles at its soul.
To know you is to love you.
You brighten my whole day.
Just what I'd do without you,
I really couldn't say.
Without you to guide me,
I'd not know what to do.
I'd prob'ly think I was okay,
I'm lucky I've got you.
Without you to point it out,
I'd miss most of my faults.
I'd probably just vegetate,
Eat chocolates and drink malts.
You tell me what to say and when,
And what I should wear;
You're quite a find I must admit,
That just shows you care.
You're so well informed and smart,
Not at all like me,
I couldn't do without you,
I really must agree.
Always there to lend a hand,
With "helpful criticism".
I'm so dull and dumb I miss,
Your clever witicisms.
You really ought to leave me,
But that just isn't you;
Because you're so long-suffering,
And your heart is true.
You're so good to stay right here,
And take such care of me;
Showing me where I fall short,
'Thout you where would I be.
You're such a little honey bun,
You fill my life with laughter.
The last time I had this much fun,
They'd just put back my bladder.
(Some people are so busy correcting the faults of their family, friends and neighbors they forget to take stock of their own. People like that don't get invited back very often.)
Always been creative in one form or another
It's definitely what turns my crank
Sometimes I wish I could turn it off but no dice
Been blessed with this very creative mind
Which can actually be a real curse
At times I'd just like to kick back
Put my mind in neutral and let the world go by
I think the word I'm thinking of is "vegetate"
However, this word is not part of my vocabulary
Those that don't suffer from it can't imagine
Why I would want a break from it
Well, to begin, normal things like watching TV
Or watching a movie at the theatre not hold my interest
They are non productive hours
I know, you must be thinking, "poor soul!"
Don't get me wrong, I enjoy being me
Although at times it can be overwhelming
Writing poetry is my current outlet
I have no idea what could possibly come next
Maybe I'll write a symphony, a la Mozart!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Couch Potato
Crinkly wrinkly chips are easier on the dip
Regular ones are lighter on the tongue and lips
Remote control is always by my side
To surf the airways with due diligence
Football season is coming soon enough
To satisfy my fat and toothless self
My glowing baldness is a wonder to behold
Complimenting, blending in, with the cushy couch
Facilitating the couch potato life in hobo style
I was engineered to serve the proper docile life
I call the nasty wench to keep the brats away
And bring me guacamole and some beers
While I vegetate and play video games all day
On cozy pillows all about
The bathroom is too far away to crawl
So down the hall I roll and roll right back
Plant myself before the TV screen
Sink in to the comfy cozy couch again
Surrounded mostly by myself
And do the couch potato thing and stuff
I can never get enough
Think I'm just gonna bum around today
If you don't mind that old expression
Literally, I'm gonna goof off and waste time
Feeling lazy in a state of vegetation
These days are happening a lot more often
Became a senior, then suddenly plonk
Maybe it's because of my afternoon naps
I watch the tube and then zonk
Need to get active like the good old days
A whipper snapper all full of beans
The world was my oyster, yuck I hated oysters
Wearing skin tight faded blue jeans
Love bumming around, it's good for the soul
It also puts hair on your chest
Now ladies, I really love nice smooth boobies
So ya better stay active I suggest
Phew! Got quite hot and bothered for a bit
At my age, better cool it I'd say
Gonna goof off, waste time, vegetate for a bit
Eating bonbons, ogling ladies all day!
© Jack Ellison 2013
As the heavens open to brighten the upcoming new day
Shades of torn yet frail species that vegetate around the everglades
In slight of hand when to understand from;
Under The Blue sky awaits the brand new day
Now I lay beneath the covers, worldly thoughts I try to smother,
Sleep, a pleasure like no other, eyes are closed, I begin to yawn.
Pray to the Lord my soul to keep. Plump my pillow and snuggle deep,
Sigh and settle, welcome sleep. Mr. Sandman dream me a dream,
Show me a sight I've never seen, bring me visions to muse upon;
Let me sleep until the dawn.
It doesn't seem too much to ask, nightly sleep after daily tasks.
Let me sip from a soothing flask, no further need to carry on;
Tomorrow is another day -- another day to fight the fray,
Another day to harvest hay. Never mind the resolutions,
Problems having no solutions, the curtains of the day are drawn;
Want to sleep until the dawn.
Now, I begin to feel a twitch, a muscle spasm, now an itch.
I really hate to whine and b----, but this condition can't go on.
Turn on the light, read my book, squint, give the clock a second look,
Wonder how many pills I took. Covers rumpled, twisted, tangled,
I'm annoyed, nerves are jangled. Maybe, turn the radio on;
I need sleep before the dawn.
Think I'll go down and watch TV, something relaxing -- history,
maybe drama or mystery, don't want anything that's too long,
don't want to think or contemplate, would be nice just to vegetate,
If it's too slow I ruminate. Letterman is good for a laugh,
just in time for the second half. Shopping channel has got a con;
I can't believe I've got this on.
Hush sleepy papa don't you cry, sleep will come to you by and by,
Somebody sing a lullaby. Who's that singin’ that rockin’ song?
In the wee hours of the morning, thoughts arrive without a warning,
evil thoughts like hornets swarming, spoken by a voice inside me,
meant to weaken and deride me, I'm not worthy to carry on.
No time to sleep, here comes the dawn.
We two are designed to these ebbs and troughs,
Gyro dynamic tempos to clench the soul,
And gnawingly let go,
Let flow
Far far away into sunsets,
And let grow further away into context,
Vegetate a garden of Compiegne lustful deceit,
And profanely reap the dreams that seem too far to reach,
Expedite in space time continuums of monads and adversities,
Validate the limits of Heisenberg’s uncertainty,
Certainly only to find you with me,
In hypothetical pasts that existed in these realities,
In dreams and pageantry indeed and fallacy,
Magically i.e. quantum mechanically,
Up up and beyond the pragmatic obtuse notation,
Lets escape on a star by motions of Schrödinger equations,
To serotonin states of patience,
With excepted placement and by our astral tribes,
Who could pedagogically prove the metaphor of how two worlds collide,
Rotary rotary Concaved, convex photonic light distributer!
Does this automaton hold my heart within her future?
The fate absoluter the limited suitor,
I'd experience this attraction if I was robotic.
Cardio hydraulics id drowned for you in a heartbeat,
If you depart this 3-dimensional carcass and were not mine
Move slower than the speed of darkness and remain lost in the past a thousand times!
I'd substantiate the replicas of emotional bliss,
Though we know that Love isn’t real, I know that this is,
And if the dead souled quantized ruled from above,
I'd forever encode my hard drive with the algorithms of us.
Imagine your body temporarily reaching a raw form of bliss and ecstasy,
Consider that your mind could vegetate for five minutes concentrating only on what it
thinks is called "sufficiency."
Then your heart rate slows but an unusual warmth appears that gives you hope,
These feelings came alive during our first kiss but to admit at the time I had to cloak.
The way you made me feel mattered in ways no one can begin to comprehend,
For a while I considered that just maybe...maybe you were God sent.
The time we spent and the moments we created was worth more than gold fit for a King,
None of it matters anymore seeing that now it feels it was just a flirtatious fling.
Months past since I last seen or even heard the sound of your existence,
Getting over my emotions was harder than rehab but my will has always been persistent.
I was getting better...feeling great...that was until I saw you again with another man,
I swear time slowed down at that instant when we locked eyes as I thought to myself...dang.
All at once the forgotten emotions surged inside of me as my mind rushed with rage,
Anger whispered in my ear reminding me I never got answers to why I wasn't good enough in
this day and age.
I calmed myself...I couldn't let myself become an immature irrationality,
So I took one last look mentally wishing you the best so I could accept reality.
The truth as you said recently...you fell in love with someone else,
My world at that moment was crushed by your words that "he" was that someone else.
Imagine yourself on the blackest night in an alley and all the lights shut off,
Consider no one is coming with not even a candle-light to guide you home.
Then fear and loneliness compels your mind and your world becomes...nothing,
These feelings temporarily existed until I realized my existence to you was no longer
heart-fully touching.
>I started writing as therapy. I had had two massive operations, which I won't bore you with here, (see a Patient from Papworth on the Internet Publishing Site Feedaread,) writing was like a bug to me, it really gripped me. Some thought I was unhinged, as had never written before, but a visit to a specialist doctor proved i was as sane as you. Which could be said to be as Mad as a Hatter. Apologies to Alice in Wonderland of course. This poem, was a little poem about my writing.
I have sneezed once, no make that twice.
I should not, it sounds not right.
I never sneeze in the night.
But as day dawned, I did twice.
Is it a man cold on the way?
I do hope not, as it's the day.
I've lots to do, as I write.
Stories both by day and night.
Sometimes I write the night away.
As cannot sleep at night I say.
Words spill swiftly from my pen.
Like this , I'm writing now, not then.
I cannot stop, can you not see.
A writing bug, is inside me.
And when it stops, what should I do?
If there is no prose, as now I do.
Vegetate, just sit still,
thinking am I really ill.
Come on pen, write away.
Soon be night, or is it day.
Please forgive my unusual style of talking my way not only before my poems, but sometimes during and after.I do it everywhere. Stanley (The mad Author)<
As Rumple in blankets,
I vegetate in unfilled torpor,
Blind enervation adrift among
Extinguished stars, among dark
Torpid galaxies where I am a stranger.
I find only dead planets, windswept and barren,
Where molecules of a distant living past
Are vaguely recalled,
And where conceptions,
Convictions all collapse.
Exhaustion is an avalanche
Making no distinction between
vacuity and repletness.
Sleep believes nothing,
Not even the animated chatter of
My dreams.
there she was lying on the sofa,
in place of Carbon photo
love immeasurably hit the scales from my eyes
in the middle of the room...,
salt is better then most
as a seagull heads out on the coast
leave from vegetate the inner most swell
brought to my attention out of her living hell
rub two sheets together
no matter what the weather
voice from the ears of a baby
iron sharpened rolls through
blessed to see the sudden atmosphere
I'm a page honored from the kingdoms' duct
frown to the suction grasp
A Bay's Doll House,
battle through the storm
curse the very day you were actually born
lift high the pale Trojan horse,
living straight through the given means
in her room she lives deep
the gathering weak
smile stay clear & take a peak
attention...mast of branded question
look straight to the sea
from a caged barbaric but interesting sleeve
down are the question we have in common
whispers in the corridor from the vent of the mind
there she sits,
spring of a charm given by an honest lad
carry on with a song..,
prances as if an elephant on a swing
cooked from the spices of host
love is the essence of her existence
look that way then look again
flirting with a magic wand then puzzled again
share through its order pulsed in a shadow
remember me in thick times as these
having something to request,
a present up their sleeve
prance as a humble horse left underneath the stand
a beautiful doll though pleasant to the eyes
blond, brown & barely alive
a show through the cover, cobwebs & disorder
to humble yourself a chief place to appeal
lovely be for those next to me
a beacon of light,
to a most hurting word to explain
follow me swift barriers in need
over the Willow yet throughout the leaves
1..,2...3.. come sit next to me
life, for a roller coaster baby grabs a hold of
mother takes the coupons,
sit a share with me the years falling the the mark on the trees
sexy spent busy as a be
her pretty little smile
yet for her energy...
grab hold of a smoke screen theme
falling through the trees
limit to Satan't busy scheme
bruising always leaving
Faced with loneliness I decided
it was in no ones hands but mine
I could stay shut up indoors
stagnate and vegetate mindlessly
Or I could grab life by the horns
visit friends, meet up for coffee
do some shopping for the elderly
any thing apart from four walls
So I busily filled up the lonely hours
with things I did not really enjoy
over time I grew to appreciate
just having space and time to myself
Now, when I close the front door
my public face soon fades away
to be replaced by a sorrowful one
one that tells of long lonely hours
10/16/2013
contest: Faces of Loneliness
Amazing antiquated alluring alligators
Bending ballistic beyond belief barbells
Crushing curious crimson crucial crocodiles
Delighting dark dank daring darling dwarfs
Enormously elongated elves effortlessly enthusing eagles
Feeling frisky, ferocious, fervently, fanatically fine.
Green gators goading gregarious grievous gargoyles
Hyped up hungry hippos happily hurrying and heading
Into illustrious inlets, ignoring ignorant iguanas.
Jealous jumping jaguars juggle jagged jade jewels,
Kosher kicking kangaroos kill koalas with kindness
Laughing loons languish luxuriously and lightly
Meaningful monkey mascots masticate meaty meatballs
Nevertheless, nefarious needle noses nest in the north.
Opportune opportunists ostracize osprey and ostriches.
Pathetic purple porpoises propose to propel pouting princess.
Queen quickly and querulously questions this
Respectful, responsible, roughnecks readily respond rapidly.
Sadly sensuous swallowtails sing seriously and solemnly.
Taking terrific tubs of time to think
Understanding unilateral Unitarianism
Verifying various variegated varmints who vegetate
While willing whales wish worm water would wander away.
‘Xacting ‘xpecting ‘xtra ‘xams
Young youthful yellow yaps and yips
Zing zanily and zestily into this zealous zebra zoo.