Lamarck’s ‘Theory of Use and Disuse’,
By giraffes seems subjected to misuse.
They learnt the table manners,
Eating through gaps of manors.
This photo of theirs gets million reviews!
Categories:
disuse, 4th grade,
Form: Limerick
Poetry forms pop up,
knocking on door of mind,
seeking our indulgence,
that we emote therein,
heart’s blissful effulgence.
Poetry forms pop up,
as fragrance in disuse,
that we may play awhile,
in a style forgotten,
yet in our unique style.
Poetry forms pop up,
asking us to oblige,
that our footprints in time,
left for posterity,
be an inspiring chime.
Poetry forms pop up,
just like rainbow colours,
beauteous as a whole
so we tap dance in stage,
words that come from our soul.
Categories:
disuse, poetry, poets,
Form: Monchielle Stanza
soft sunflower breath
days of lingering beauty -
hot shines heaven's eye
in shimmering grace
cheerful chirping of crickets -
silver coin disuse
Categories:
disuse, beauty, summer, sun,
Form: Haiku
rusted with disuse
heavy heart hammers in pain ~
spiders build cobwebs
10th January 2023
Categories:
disuse, heart,
Form: Senryu
Eclipse
without sun
I am etiolated,
enfeebled, bereft
my backbone heavy
and limp,
muscles stale and indurate
from disuse
I try to lift my face,
feel the light,
even the dawn or dusk,
even when fog would cloud my vision
but I cannot move, for
my neck is fixed,
vertebrae seized, locked,
eyes that can do no more
than stare ahead
at this monolith, this
menhir, present since
I can remember
that ages me, leaves me
threadbare and faded,
as a moth-eaten blanket
fails to sustain a warm embrace
so I shiver in the shadow,
ensnared in this eclipse,
this dark moon
that will not detach me
from its bleak orbit
Categories:
disuse, abuse, depression, how i
Form: Free verse
Our demand is to accept the novelty,
we must recognize
All things in this world
has expiration date...
We must disuse matter
already worn..
let's live with this guideline,
this wisdom...
Categories:
disuse, allusion, appreciation, change, extended
Form: Light Verse
Desuetude is a state of disuse.
"The docks fell into desuetude."
Trump In State of Desuetude
Trump would find self in another feud;
He had fallen into a state of desuetude;
Things worsed;
Were cursed;
We wondered who next will be screwed.
Jim Horn
Categories:
disuse, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Just a day
The day is partly overcast, shadows and light
chase each other up and down a hillside,
where I came from nature is hardening
and there is already snow in the air.
Tiny lilac flowers grow under- don`t know their names
( do I look like a botanist)
Only the almond tree is bare of leaves, unpicked leaves
Hang like baubles that have lost their shine.
I take a walk on the road it is cartwheel wide and has fallen
into disuse, but for generations to come it will be a healed wound
across the landscape.
In front of me, a bird blue and white has fallen
out of the sky; I pick it up- its beak is grey
It blinks and dies gracefully.
I place it on a stone its soul is still in my palm
and gently blow to set it free.
A breeze makes the leaves tremble.
Categories:
disuse, beautiful, beauty,
Form: Blank verse
Christmas for stolid, hermetic recluse
Recidivistic mind all sentimentality doth refuse
Token, lifeless symbols; pageantry will recuse
Pawned, second-hand trinkets now in disuse
Barnacled to limbs drooping to spindling angles obtuse
Garnishments that jilting time accrues
Hung sloppily, stunted timber's temporal dues
Strings of patchwork lights will fuse
Faded colored-cones baring every bruise
Creased garlands as tawny ropes the girth noose
Strands of tarnished ice sickles futility to infuse
Stale candy canes, last year's refuse
Dangling from needles now frayed, loose
A corrugated tin star the pinnacle to abuse
Under the tree, ribbonless, empty boxes complete the ruse
Categories:
disuse, holiday
Form: Rhyme
All the colors swirl and mix
Becoming something grey that i can not fix
All colorless and shapeless and beyond definition
I wonder how it got in this helpless condition
The music stopped playing and children stopped smiling
And now its all office work and senseless filing
The grey offices with all the grey people inside
They all just want to provide
The blanket of grey clouds covers the light
And below them people move out of sight
The streets lie in waste and disuse
And people live in houses of self abuse
Towers of videos and junk food are on the floor
You can't seem to reach the door
Its all seem so grey
All i can do is pray
That we can find some color
Categories:
disuse, introspection, life, sad, people,
Form: I do not know?
As I fly away through broken dreams
The reins pull fiercly at my grip
For everything is not what it seems
As these words pass by mothers lip
She gives me all her words of wise
promises me them I must use
As my journey takes me to the skies
All I have learnt I must now disuse
For all those broken dreams
Were only waiting to be chased
I open my mind to my supreme
Life must not be lived in haste
Categories:
disuse, lifewords, me, me,
Form: I do not know?
Neap tide rising by minutes
swirls me in upset sand
gritty
irritating
chaffing
catches in creases
of furrowed brow.
Washed up fodder
gifted from the sea
adds to my heap
of disuse.
Backtracks undent the
sand
unmarking my passage.
Categories:
disuse, introspection, life, loss, sad,
Form: Free verse
I know you are here
in the stirring of tranquil air
disturbing the dust
awakening despair
why do you wander these pages
in stealth quietude
softly breathing breath
into shadowed solitude?
I know you are here
in these halls of disuse
that clatter and chatter
with long absent muse
why have you come
after years of dead days
to measure my bones
survey the decay?
~~~
I know you have gone now
and left me to be
for the dust settles 'round this
tome of misery
Categories:
disuse, lost love, sad,
Form: Free verse
Waking, realizing dawn was past
Hearing a background noise
Some what like a wet tin whistle
Child blown in a futile attempt at a note
“What kind of bird is that?”
“A red winged blackbird”
She rose and left me lying abed
Wondering what else she lived
That I missed so easily so busily
So lazily dependent on her living
So easily a part of it
As she is so much of mine
The smell of grinding coffee
Led me down the stairs
Some where there’s a poem
To pen on this awakening
To mild frustrated fear
What powers of observation am I
Losing to disuse
Habits help to pass the time before
The coffee kicks life up a bit
Amusing to the muse
Categories:
disuse, life, love, me,
Form: I do not know?
Tragedy bristles upon the lips
and rivers in gestures of finger tips
It pools under suits incomparably black
sizes too small from disuse
Clinically built in a room sweating sorrow
which vacuum packs pain in a box 'till tomorrow
where loved ones bend whispers around all their stories
and sleep walk to hug the next guest
Ribbons from flowers blow stiff air conditioned
once perfectly placed and then quick repositioned
creaming the moments with dulling perfume
sprayed on in the fake factory
All of the smiles are pinned on to ears
in a desperate attempt to dissuade silver tears
which want to unsterilize every moment
and spin up a cyclone of grief
Footsteps are muffled by carpet too thick
in a dance of emotion brought brittle and sick
The room is a breath set to flame catalyst
with only one guest uninvited...
Categories:
disuse, death, loss, people, places,
Form: Free verse
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