On an alive tree, leaves are fit
Fit for its sap is well running
Running to nurse its branches and leaves
On an alive tree, leaves breathe and dance well
Well! The wind wobbles them but cannot fall down
Down they panic to sit boringly at the foot of the tree
On an alive tree, leaves’ life is in abundance
Abundance, however, does not bring joy
Joy pests, hard sun and hail can threaten
On an alive tree, some leaves are yellowishing
Yellowishing in the evening and end up falling
Falling while birds are singing goodbye to the day
On an alive tree, some leaves think they will never dwindle
Dwindle and dry off as they’ve matured
Matured, we weaken in dry season
Such is a person in abundance
Laughing at poor individuals, forgetting that
You and I are born to face challenges, suffer and die
Poem by Dr Ndabuli Mugisho
Categories:
boringly, age, betrayal, death, happiness,
Form: ABC
TURNING OFF THE GHOST
what’s up with the ghost
who boringly stares
through two holes in a sheet
he watches
her every mistake
slow and agonizingly
she gobbles up a pie
her fork stabbing it
we don’t know
if it’s savory or sweet
it goes on and on
like a crazed murderer
then she spews
thankfully running first
from floor
to toilet seat
and still, very still
the proverbial ghost
in his long white sheet
silently watches
the best part
is when he slowly slowly
strolls to the window
and across the way
spies another “sheet”
they lift up a cloth paw
to acknowledge one another
this movie was listed as horror
i turned it off
it was a horror
i turned on “Good Times.”
Categories:
boringly, light,
Form: Free verse
THE PROJECTED VERSION OF ME,
THE PRINTED IMPRESSION OF YOU!!
Beep beep is the sound of the room,
when the fantasy turned into a fraction of pain!
Fine fine is the voice I heard,
to a freaky father who was in chaos for months!
Boringly bathing, naively speaking,
took years of my life doing nothing!
Never thought of being a nerd,
ever stopped of being heard!
I was ten past one, I heard the sound,
it wasn't the hell, wasn't the heaven!
Wandering like a vagabond,
wondering where I was born!
Smugglers noise sensed my breath,
neither dance nor defense I am skilled with!
The wetness of my underpants told me I am not okay!
If I wish to survive,
I wanted to drive!
The hoarse voice of a bruiser woke me up a little!
Fortunate or unfortunate,
I got to know I am being soaked and dripping in blood!
It gave me a hour of consciousness,
to explore how heaven looks like!
Hardly Harassment's Happen, However Hundreds die,
Hunger Of Feckless People Never Die!!
Categories:
boringly, abuse, betrayal, child abuse,
Form: Ballad
There once was a poet who screeched like a monkey
Belligerent cuss and stubborn as a donkey
Was quite disputatious
Boringly vexatious
In fact, I'd be inclined to label him a bit wonky
Others have mentioned he's much too bodacious
Unyielding when he's wrong, gruffly tenacious
Liked to spit and spatter
Madder than the Hatter
Victimized fine poets and fiercely predacious
One should wonder if his mental wiring was loose
Because his ranting insults were bitterly profuse
Drivel and poppycock
Game hen liked to squawk
Lacking discernment and most definitely obtuse
Categories:
boringly, introspection,
Form: Limerick
Like an eagle I soar and spin,
Hover over the skies within;
Searching something hidden for long,
Whence my life, like the Om, prolong;
Incessantly tuning...
A million stars of virtues shine,
With moons of morals intertwine;
Sun of honor never does set,
Entire heart does not seem bright, yet;
Dark spaces still swooning...
Enlightenment awaits the dawn,
Sacred fig trees boringly yawn;
Are Buddhas gone on holidays?
Are aspirations on stargaze?
Refrains from far crooning...
Divine spirit severely shakes,
Interiors, like the earthquakes;
Earth and heaven extend to meet,
Oceans and constellations greet;
Hearts and minds attuning...
21 April 2022
Categories:
boringly, journey, self,
Form: ABC
pretentiously lame
altruistically tame
boringly aflame
creativity a shame
dull tanka ends much the same
Bite Size Poem no.37 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
HMS 5/7/5/7/7
22/02/22
Categories:
boringly, allusion, poetry, word play,
Form: Tanka
Getting old I view death differently,
Recalling both the good days and the bad.
Eventually, everyone will die
And death should be as momentous as birth
Tomorrow's sunrise grieves today's sunset.
Escaping the confines of the body
Souls seek out higher planes of existence.
Christ faced death before He was resurrected
And through death, we’ll gain life everlasting.
Ponder the worth of a world without death
Eternity would be boringly long.
(Acrostic)
01/14/2020
Categories:
boringly, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Acrostic
White noise echoes equally from wall to painted mural,
dancing like a whimsy wisp of width;
where waters drip and notes all slip,
sound patrols the minute holes that cause acoustic depression;
pizzicato strikes like bikes on blacktop every day,
leaving skids for little kids, loud scats scoop brats away,
with solos soaring boringly and duets dazzling dew,
it’s hard to not hear voices, different choices scream at you.
Categories:
boringly, music,
Form: Rhyme
Everything comes and goes like this,
boringly fast drills-
look and it's passed. Sadness and thrills too
are soldiers. There's no point in turning it over,
and over. The visit, however quick and smooth
warrants the quick and harsh pains. We're used to
never going back.
How is it sad?
How can it be anything else, but we're miffed
for thoughts of the ragged edges of what we've had-
and all this, carrying our shiniest wrappings
for merrymaking instruments to one day tarnish,
that we'll collect as antiques and garnish
our mantle-piece with them.
Nostalgia is all the rage,
so ignore the tea and collect the dish.
Categories:
boringly, happiness
Form: Rhyme
Here shareholders and directors clash
Each eager to excoriate rival's flesh
They do not allow resolution to psas
And things come to a horrible impasse
Unionists hurl puzzling queries
On vexing issues each member varies
'Oust that director finance' someone shouts
At hat's throw, the house, protocol flouts
Some pedants and professors seize the mike
And boringly lecture as long as they like
A bolt from the blue query blindslides the chairman
Someone flays management's fawning fan
At length the outcome is zero
The hunt ends searching a new hero
Categories:
boringly, business, inspirational, people,
Form: Heroic Couplet
This is the beginning
an introduction to what i have to say
Here, I'll throw in another descriptive line
to back it up.
Continually flowing
from one line to the next
A certain thought, or feeling
I am writing to express.
Should I start over?
Or are you still following along?
The art of conversation is complicated
when you have nothing to agree upon.
This is where I begin again
going over past thoughts
now my feelings have been expressed.
Perhaps this time I'll be more descriptive
for sometimes vague leaves people offended.
Just bare with me patiently
as i keep the theme intended
hang on as you continually understand me
and then try not to forget.
Should I start over?
because you haven't cut me off yet
The art of conversation is difficult
if one is boringly intense.
This is where I throw you off
from finding the real meaning intended
perhaps continuing with some imaging
selecting proper euphemism
leaving the ending another viewpoint to ponder
another subject awaiting your decision.
Unfortunately these are my disorganized thoughts
as I continually look for your code to be deciphered.
Categories:
boringly, confusion, funny, people, me,
Form: Free verse