did you see it?
good luck to you
take a sound recording of the gurgling under the kitchen sink
if you play that backwards you will find
it is an interpretation of an inversion
play it back and forth
it's actually Beethoven's 5th.
like Smoke on the Water
in an encouraging interview, the guitar player
was both humble and forthcoming
my son in his music lessons
will listen to samples of classical music
selected by the teacher
i've encouraged him to ask as the piece ends
to raise his hand and say,
'now play that backwards.'
Scrolling for hours...
"What to do next?"
"I'm bored."
"Life's a mess."
How can that be true?
They call life no fun.
They experience boredom
when the journey has just begun.
Just ask the dreamer,
the thirst to fly.
He sees a lot in bed,
wants to see all of it
before his soul's dead.
It's hard for many
to lock their legs,
'cause the magnetic world
tries hard to attract.
Some eyes broaden
when they hear "boredom."
In this magical world,
it still exists—
they find that dumb.
How are you relaxed?
Don't you see yourselves enjoying everything
ten years ahead?
Why don't you try hard?
Live the world with fun—
the ultimate MasterCard.
When will this din of boring sameness
Give way to refreshing turns ahead,
And eradicate these afflicting days
And make them charming instead?
When shall the lonely heart
Feel Nature her warmth impart,
And bring to a full soothing end
These chills that all yearning bend?
When shall this endless wait fade
And the awaited glory at last appear,
And disgrace to warm solace turn,
And realized hope abolish all fear?
Let mirthless turns and tides of fate
Bring what they will as I sit and wait.
Sometimes, My Mum is Boring...
She's always cleaning the house.
It feels that way anyway,
She's trying to catch that silly mouse.
Sometimes, She's busy when I want to play,
It makes me a little sad...
I wish she was ready when I was ready,
It doesn't feel that way Sometimes.
But my Mummy... She makes the best food! And she always reads at night.
She teaches me things, lots of things,
And protect me from spooky sights.
She gives the best hugs,
And can have the most serious stare.
She's sooo beautiful,
But in the morning you should see her hair!
My Mummy, yeah She's boring...
But She's really, honestly great.
She loves me and that's enough,
Though sometimes it's hard to wait.
The End.
You make me angry,
When you say that life is boring,
When you sit there and don't even try,
When there are so many people to care for you.
You make me so angry,
When you just throw their love aside,
When you say that for you,
There is nothing that is not boring,
Well quite frankly my dear,
We just have to say,
That it is not life that is boring,
It is you that is boring,
And we are all so tired of being bored,
That we will just say cheerio old chum.
(Another poem from early forays into the craft. nothing has changed, still people who are difficult nuts to crack. Poem still relevant but there is tendency to use I feel statements than you make me as a way to deal with any emotion in a healthy way. and have more success of getting the other person to hear where you are coming from. Walking away sometimes still best option though)
Everyone else has boring eyes.
Blinking, yet no dun dun dun…
Soft, eye blunders.
Eyelashes all my own.
Like this jacket I found in the mist.
Everyone else has boring eyes.
Mental illness helped me understand.
Water for eyes.
Weird shapes for tears.
Like they could wear socks.
Everyone else has boring eyes.
My eyes could be a beetle shifting around.
Glass gets buried.
Like eyelids, but nothing hurts.
Scraping.
Everyone else.
Blinks the same.
Trembles the same.
Nothing but shapes.
And another type of shape.
I have my own type of eyes.
Just like cinnamon.
They are now but cash cows
(a trough in which to quaff)
for the many attendees
who sit on long-winded
Government-funded investigation committees
no one around to hear the sound
(of what falls in the woods)
while their coffers swelled
for all the papers printed on the ecology
more than several trees were felled
the fracking drilling boring too
(found underground)
wastes water in copious quantities
releases greenhouse gas
and undermines the earth in the final analyses
deliberate discussion and debate
('til the cows come home)
to which they are compelled
only exacerbates the issue
of global warming
with all their hot air expelled
Falling back in my bed
feelings like I'm never doing much
Maybe I watch my life go by
Maybe I'm doing good for my age
but look at her on a boat
look at him, his in Paris
I know not to compare
My life feels dull
Buy orange juice.
It’s on the list.
There’s nothing like it.
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing at all.
Buy milk.
There’s two percent.
Whole milk.
Doesn’t fill the void.
Doesn’t make me less depressed.
Skim milk.
Is disappointing and watery.
I wish I could figure out what’s making me depressed.
Buy bread, and coffee.
Buy new clothes, but they’re work clothes.
Work shoes. Work ties. Work work.
I bought a new lunch box.
It’s blue, but a plain dark blue.
I filled a mug of coffee.
Hot or iced?
Maybe I’ll just let it get lukewarm.
Cream and sugar.
I forgot to buy any.
So the bitterness accompanies me.
I’ll probably forget next week as well.
Buy crazy clothes.
Buy an inflatable pool.
Buy a new grill.
I make all the money that orbits my world.
That could disappear with my own free will.
I might disappear one day.
I could do something like buy-
Anything that pops up on my phone or computer.
Anything at all.
Buy orange juice.
I bought one with pulp today.
Not too much though.
I inserted my credit card.
And cried in the car that day.
This world is round, but it's getting very boring.
Many people swear, kill and skin people saying it's flat...
Now that's boring!
Boring dance
Will you remember .... 1 how has been I hold your waist swing like a Life without water.
Myself...... 2 you better know.
That I am alone......... 3 with you.
You are so ........ 4 loveable candy to fight with my love bites.
I am alone......5 who says my poetry is with me.
But I am not........ 6 fight with ..... my heart of you.
With love all
Dr jagdish Bajantri
Everything is best
When you're in the family
Nothing too boring.
You have time still, to escape with your
essentials. I only know one spider.
It will crawl to you slowly,
as a million-dollar snail might.
He has made an apartment where the ceiling
and wall meld like oceans.
His place is lousy with cross-hatched whites,
with a fine sheer finish that glows
in the sunlight. At present, he is resting in a sunbeam
atop your W-2 that was mailed to me
on accident. He moves his wire-thin legs across
your typeset name, as if trying to learn
every serifed edge of you. I have named him Richard,
for his lion heart. The sun is setting, and he races
the shadows up the wall. He will come to you well rested,
eager. I told him how the mosquitoes love you,
and there is a hunger in his eyes. Pack lightly, my dear,
move swiftly—you said your life was boring so,
I have just released your address to every spider I know.
"Be not careless in deeds, nor confused in words, nor rambling in thoughts." (Marcus Aurelius)
In certain moments, less is more.
It's regarded as a cliche,
but when you think hard about it,
it is true in many cases.
I'm not thinking in terms of wealth-
in certain moments, less is more.
Imagine a boring topic,
now someone rambles on about-
tax refunds, software management-
a bacterial infection.
In certain moments, less is more.
It will benefit everyone.
Think back to middle and high school-
your math teacher talking about
their lunch, then algebra, then pens.
In certain moments, less is more.
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