Every eve, you ask me
How was your day?
As if you care, as if you know
As if you have something to say
Every eve, I answer too
It was fine, nothing new
As if I mean it, as if I feel it
As if I really have nothing to do
Every eve, we repeat this
A ritual, a habit, a routine
As if we are happy, as if we are close
As if we are living a dream
But we are not, we are not
We are hollow, we are empty
We are strangers, we are robots
We are nothing but a parody
You don't see me, you don't hear me
You don't know me, you don't love me
You don't ask me, you don't tell
Categories:
bland, endurance, lost,
Form: Free verse
A bland Sunday
Today, on an otherwise boring Sunday, I drove to the place on earth where I was truly happy
It is a place along the coat that has mild rainfall in winters in summers a mild breeze keeps the place cool
My job when I lived in Paradise was to make wooden clogs, with leather uppers, but I made the clog itself
by insisting they come in so I can measure their face
In the beginning, there were people who thought I might have a foot fetish but when my clogs appeared measured exactly to the feet of the wearer, I could do no harm
When my work as a cobbler was done, I had much time on my hands, I used to walk into the village named
Flick talking to the friendly dwellers who were matey
but didn't care what happened in the outside world
I thought I had been walking along the road for 4567
time I have the right to ask what the hell, am I doing here?
The leader of this paradise set me free so I could be annoying to more people before my job as a cobbler
Where of use again
Categories:
bland, adventure, allegory, angel, basketball,
Form: Free verse
Trump boring and bland
even though we did demand
will not take the stand
Categories:
bland, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku
Gorgeous red haired beauty in the colorful peacock dress.
How dare you wear your shiny perky loveliness to my party.
You have trumped all of us.
Our frocks look dowdy and sad now.
We look like yesterday’s tissues.
I feel bland next to your bonfire orange hair.
I feel dowdy and ugly now.
Where did you get those earrings?
They dazzle my eyes out.
Who invited you?
I can barely eat my dinner, staring at you.
Wondering what your life is like.
You look confident, self-assured, and well-read.
I run from you all evening, not wanting to be compared.
I meet my mean sister-in-law’s eyes. Now I know who invited you.
Categories:
bland, women,
Form: Free verse
It feels like defeat
Built up, to let down
A dream is complete
But, joy wasn’t found
My senses disperse
I become colorblind
Not what I rehearsed
Before, in my mind
I pray and conspire
I cling to the hope
I tend to the fire
But only get smoke
The waves are on mute
The salt fails to burn
Disappointment, acute
It pains to discern
It’s tragic, to see
Expectations peak
Sprawled before me
But senses are weak
Categories:
bland, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
invisible bars
around your lacklustre heart
the colour of you
© Harry J Horsman 2018
Categories:
bland, angst,
Form: Senryu
For Steve with Love
More vague than unclear the causes cry out an alibi.
I choke on sour taste as I attempt to slide by.
Feelings bunch up, they crouch within my throat.
My tries to set them loose, just cause them to float.
I want to make it complete,
just take this life and wrap it up all nice and neat.
BUT … my scissors edge is bland
and they shake in my hand;
… my paper is worn
and the gold edges torn;
plus, my tape won’t adhere -
say … am I in the right gear?
It’s smiles I want in greed’s own count of more.
Some wants wash out in contamination's pour
of severe thunder-reared, heavily flared dank-air
ill aimed at my wants soft dreaming atop mohair.
Categories:
bland, confusion, emotions, endurance, longing,
Form: Rhyme
the golden morning
in the green shirts the plants laugh
the bland flute seeks hues
March 22, 2018
Categories:
bland, grief,
Form: Haiku
M-ake no bland move,
Y-ou have to show emotion;
R-efrain from exhibiting no concern,
A-ct with exciting motion.
H-ave to evade bland move,
O-r uninteresting walk;
L-et not your gesture be boring,
L-et not clarity leave your talk.
O-n the twenty-first of September, let your performance prove;
N-ever allow your life to conduct a bland move.
Categories:
bland, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
dreary eyed, musky languor- tassels tight
a loose walk paraded by looser convictions
an acquaintance of that sad, lowly height
that alluded odysseys and several hymns
open window, surely dries out the stink
encroached in the room shadows and fleas
the zeitgeist of this area; to even think
flowers and dewdrops burly trees; to seize
the thought, it lingers, but only so little
too soon, to even land a misty eyed dream.
Categories:
bland, absence, bereavement, feelings, grief,
Form: Iambic Pentameter
i started a joke that i would like for you to finish
maybe then i could see that smile of yours again
it used to always make my problems fade away....even if for a little while
life's merciless stratagem has chewed you up and spit you out
the unorthodox maneuvers and sneaky foreign objects have left you battered and bruised
the earthquakes and the heartbreaks have all but rendered you depleted and defeated
however you bounce back inflated only to land in the darkest manhole deflated
it was in your deepest state of unrecognizable that i took a sudden notice of you
i was lead to start a joke and pause before the true punchline
i will wait forever for you to finish i that is how long it would take you
when the curtains come to a final close, i pray that your smile will be like ice cream from a small town dairy queen on a peaceful blue sky sunday
Categories:
bland, uplifting,
Form: Free verse
A BLAND OLD FLAG
August was the eleventh month of a torrid affair
In September me and the miss were kissing
The end of September was difficult to bare
When suddenly the miss went missing
I believed every promise and every vow
The hope that bespoke of a future grand
But then was then and now is now
And now beauty seems so bland
She spoke of tomorrow in a wondrous way
And the Christmas we would finally share
I heard all the words she had to say
but then I heard what destiny would declare
Perpetuity ebbed away in a callous manner
Without so much as an appropriate farewell
No waving flag, and no appropriate banner
Only a sign designed in the depths of hell
© 2012..copyright PHREEPOETREE…..~free cee!~
Categories:
bland, angst, september,
Form: Quatrain
A BLAND OLD FLAG
August was the eleventh month of a torrid affair
In September me and the miss were kissing
The end of September was difficult to bear
When suddenly the miss went missing
I believed every promise and every vow
The hope that bespoke of a future grand
But then was then and now is now
And now beauty seems so bland
She spoke of tomorrow in a wondrous way
And the Christmas we would finally share
I heard all the words she had to say
but then I heard what destiny would declare
Perpetuity ebbed away in a callous manner
Without so much as an appropriate farewell
No waving flag, and no appropriate banner
Only a sign designed in the depths of hell
© 2012…..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Categories:
bland, angst, september,
Form: Quatrain
A BLAND OLD FLAG
August was the eleventh month of a torrid affair
In September me and the miss were kissing
The end of September was difficult to bare
When suddenly the miss went missing
I believed every promise and every vow
The hope that bespoke of a future grand
But then was then and now is now
And now beauty seems so bland
She spoke of tomorrow in a wondrous way
And the Christmas we would finally share
I heard all the words she had to say
but then I heard what destiny would declare
Perpetuity ebbed away in a callous manner
Without so much as an appropriate farewell
No waving flag, and no appropriate banner
Only a sign designed in the depths of hell
© 2012…..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Categories:
bland, angst, september,
Form: Quatrain
A BLAND OLD FLAG
August was the eleventh month of a torrid affair
In September me and the miss were kissing
The end of September was difficult to bare
When suddenly the miss went missing
I believed every promise and every vow
The hope that bespoke of a future grand
But then was then and now is now
And now beauty seems so bland
She spoke of tomorrow in a wondrous way
And the Christmas we would finally share
I heard all the words she had to say
but then I heard what destiny would declare
Perpetuity ebbed away in a callous manner
Without so much as an appropriate farewell
No waving flag, and no appropriate banner
Only a sign designed in the depths of hell
© 2012…..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Categories:
bland, angst, september,
Form: Quatrain
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