Coal face
disgrace
Bad vibes
from tribes
Dark art
at heart
Big deal
surreal
Uptight
yeah right
Sky high
my eye
Who knew
boohoo
My god
that’s odd
not half
a laugh
High five
alive
Stock phrase
daft craze
Buzz word
absurd
Smart tek
brain wreck
Sour pus
missed bus
High horse
off-course
Slow coach
cockroach
Big cheese
feels squeeze
Sore thumb
by gum
Hells bells
death knells
Fast lane
Insane
Bored stiff
with gif
Calm down
you clown
Joe soap
might cope
John dough
skid row
Jackpot
great scott
Long run
such fun
Clean sweep
knee deep
Bon mot
for show
Quick quip
takes dip
False dawn
a yawn
Created and posted : 10th October 2022 for Brian Strand contest
No More Excitement
Just think no
more excitement;
Excitement in my life
is fast becoming
extinct..
last boyfriend made
me cry.
He was about as exciting
as watching "paint dry"..
Next time I am bored
I'll go the Square
to cry.
I will stand there
with only one
glove on my hand;
For sure someone
will come along
and demand,
to know why I sob,
i'll answer " I am afraid
for my other glove
I have been robbed"
All I needed you to do
is show me some love.
my life has no more excitement
and my friends are all dull.
Friends with doctors appointments
though not ill at all-
that's the life of a senior
when excitement has left
If we not be creative,we will
be bored stiff to death.
Hearing aid in my ear, yes I can hear.
grab a chair and be seated,
Stay awhile-hearing aid-don't need it.
"talk loud please, cud you repeat it".
Waiting on my friend :Said she'd be stopping by
we are going to eat popcorn
and watch some "fresh paint" dry.
COPLA SESENTA Y CUATRO: This Bad Guy World
No one denies Life’s stunning rich
What we all have to put up with:
Stark sacrifice
Spite of beast in Man or the Witch
Brains soar limitless heights or width:
As gods we rise
Bad Guys drag us down ugly depths
Role Good Guys must accept as fun:
Who stands to blame
Yin-Yang conflicts not shibboleths
From dying bored stiff keeps Man:
The crying shame
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Its the simple things in life that turn my wheels
a stroll over the moors, I don't need newsreels
The beauty of the full moon to my heart appeals
sounds of the night, I hear high pitched squeals
No its not money or houses or even posh meals
bored stiff listening to the fools and their spiels
Its the joy, the charm of mother nature appeals
that makes my blood race as I turn cartwheels
Its the simple things in life that turn my wheels
a life of enjoyment, full of love with no ordeals
Written 08/19/2013
contest What Makes You Tick
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