Too often My Mind likes to Day Dream
Advancing Aimlessly into a Vast Void.
I'm Left 'Lone still Wondering Why
I'm Ignorant of its Thoughtless Travels!
A Blank Blind Stare Straight ahead -
The Brains Booster? Vacating Vessel!
A Dozy Daze until the Brain's Back...
After 9/11, there was the "War on Terror",
a conflict with a lot of trial and (mostly) error,
and few of us asked during all that commotion
"How can you declare war on an emotion?"
Well, now in America, there is a "War on Laughter".
The POTUS - "His MAGA-sty" - is going after
any and all of those pundit folks
who like to make him the butt of jokes.
(And, sadly for him, he can't call it a hoax
as he sits in his tacky Oval Office and mopes.)
Dozy Don, with the cheesy orange hair,
thinks he has beaten Stephen Colbert
and will try again to get Kimmel banned
but "Against the assault on laughter, nothing can stand." *
He can try to cancel all the critics he wants
in a pathetic display of impuissance,
but his prospects will be nothing but grim
because we will always keep laughing at him.
(* A quote from America's greatest humorist, Mark Twain.)
Lately, when he isn't being creepy,
we've seen The Donald get very sleepy!
Before he goes off to the electoral dung heap,
he'll likely be known as the "Commander-in-Sleep."
With him, we shouldn't have to bother;
let's just go ahead and call him the "Nodfather".
Meanwhile, that crowd over in Tehran
just laugh and call him "Dozy Don".
Of course, they know he's full of baloney
as they chuckle and snicker at "Don Snorleone".
Maybe he should be encouraged to go into hibernation
so America can emerge from its economic stagnation.
Rutted twittens, ivy shadowed
flecked with fuchsia blooms
as spring nods gaily
to wake dozy summer
and clattering of feet
on the sparse cobbles
that meander in quaintness
toward sprawling flea markets
where bustle and laughter
of children, echo, larkish
amid the ruddy traders
who grin and joke
behind their wobbly trestles
draped in gingham cloth
that sport a shambles
of vibrant, ancient treasures.
Tanka-Haiku Poetry Contest //Sponsored by: Oliver Mckeithan
Contest Judged: 8/3/2025 4:37:00 AM
( 3rd Place )
Written: July 30, 2025
Sunbeam warms my face,
drags me faintly from my dreams--
the hush of morning
covers me in tranquil vow,
a new chance to start again.
Sun peeps through curtains,
gets under my dozy skin-
day begins with hope.
The pushing pelvis,
the slippery and new -
minus recall.
Amnesia drone
coming or going
home,
cyclic rebirth,
peddling hard to uncertainty.
Dozy or bright
dynamo light
self-made
doomed to fade
uphill and over
pushing through
toward an ill-defined 'it.'
A lifelong nap,
a newborn holler
into the latex catcher's mitt.
Headlong life buzz.
Squeezing through forgetfulness.
Born again into the holy whirlpool,
of - what to do next,
eat, crap, join something.
Leap or roll
through the big paper ring,
burst into the unknown
as the cheering dies.
THIRSTY
My thirst oozing with champagne in goblet
Melting into our mutual craving
Following indigo line on sunset
Misty dusty dusk, sky is engraving.
The tingling tremor, the lingering urge
Watching dormant desires being drowsy
Effervescence of love cascades to surge.
Amour oscillates somnolent dozy.
We float and sink in pearly passion
Dear , come closer! My most precious gem!
Memories of our love are in procession
Our ethereal unison to claim.
I am yours you are mine, fledged forever,
In Earth or Heaven, joint endeavour.
This poem is based upon 'Landscape with the Fall of Icarus' by Pieter Bruegel
Also inspired by Musée des Beaux Arts by W. H. Auden~
No farmer or merchant felt the sound
That Icarus made when he had drowned
Icarus splashed and kicked and flailed!
Dying, crying to those who sailed
“Help me, help me! Direct your course!”
But those merchants felt no remorse
Icarus gave a final wish
To a man attempting to bait fish
Dozy, the fisher went to sleep
Then Icarus died, and no one weeped
And a farmer who had heard his needs
Felt far too busy planting seeds
Since that painting it’s been years long
Yet I find Bruegel was never wrong
No one ever feels the pain
Another Icarus has attained
So where is Icarus now?
We are an Icarus when out with blues
We read of Icarus in sickening news
We see an Icarus in city streets
Begging, craving for food to eat
And though we all are sick of this,
The world won’t stop for Icarus
Sniffs of cotton candy glide
Glistening like hairy sugar bombs
Through barns of dozy prized cows
Stinky squeaky piggies squeal off-key
While whirligig Ferris Wheels grind and spin
In the hum of the Tilt-A-Whirl and giddy voices
May 14, 2023
Bitesize Contest No. 64 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
A female gymnast in Romania
Sweet girl's name is Nadia
Went to a castle passed Brasov
A legendary castle, not of Romanov
Elegant and so cozy
To stay is nonchalant and dozy
Fictional character hailed once
People's world quivered more than once
Nadia kept coming back
In the said castle with a knack
Fell asleep one time waiting
In Bram Stoker's baiting
The night so dim in the scene
As a knight comes out with sheen
But the night crumbled with pangs
Nadia and the knight bitten with fangs
From the bed Nadia dropped on the floor, screaming
... a dream!
It's a dull and rainy overcast day
A day to stay in and be cosy
Gaze out the window and dream of stuff
As you start to feel quite dozy
Time to write some clever rhymes
As you don your creative chapeau
Bout magical places and scary dragons
Or a scene with the sky all aglow
Maybe macabre like Edgar Allan Poe
Or happy like a Disney named Walter
Perhaps one 'bout the world's great wonders
Like the famous Rock of Gibraltar
Skies the limit let your mind run free
To a world beyond distant stars
To mythical places with exotic names
And customs strange and bizarre
Love them best, these days that inspire
Sweet visions of maidens fair
Days that expand your creative mind
As you climb those celestial stairs
It's a dull and rainy overcast day
A day to stay in and be cosy
Gaze out the window and dream of stuff
As you start to feel quite dozy
Time to write some clever rhymes
As you don your creative chapeau
Bout magical places and scary dragons
Or a scene with the sky all aglow
Maybe macabre like Edgar Allan Poe
Or happy like a Disney named Walter
Perhaps one 'bout the world's great wonders
Like the famous Rock of Gibraltar
Skies the limit let your mind run free
To a world beyond distant stars
To mythical places with exotic names
And customs strange and bizarre
Love them best, these days that inspire
Sweet visions of maidens fair
Days that expand your creative mind
As you climb those celestial stairs
The place I lived when I was ten
I sometimes think of there and then,
And when I'm drowsing in my chair
My dozy thoughts go back to there.
I rest nearby a fireside glare
A glass in hand and here is where
I think of things I used to do
When I was merely eight and two.
But this was when my world was new,
And in the hours before I grew,
Outside the door and down the way,
For, this is where I used to play.
When all the words I used to say
Concerned such things as came that day.
I hear the songs I used to sing
And all the joy that they would bring.
No more I live where I was king
Yet still the memories from there ring.
I've been aside so long a time
Yet still the memories from there chime.
So, as I dream of days, sublime;
As recollections higher climb;
I sometimes, now, remember when...
And how I wish that I was ten.
Sitting in my lawn chair tanning
On my little patch of asphalt,
Many things I see occurring
I normally just would not see.
Like spiders spinning dinner webs,
Butterfly on its way somewhere,
Loose leaves blowing around on lawns
And emmets running race car speeds.
I hear the rustle of tree leaves
In summer breezes in my trees,
The roar of municipal trucks
And heavy things get moved around.
Once in a while I’ll see a plane
High in my sky of blue up there,
Many people fling somewhere
And I will say a prayer for them.
Sitting in my lawn chair tanning,
Relaxing…I take it all in…
Deep in my dozy mind and fade
Into this summer afternoon.
W.C.Hull © 2020-I53-K53-21-L61-21
I sit in tranquility adorned about like a warm cape
Drink in the serenity until my heart is completely full
In nature’s beauty I feel the lush living landscape
In such a rich world I can never resist it’s outside pull
A dozy dawn arrives generous with trilling bird sound
As the sun rises above to warm all the little chilly spaces
And mist tangles mountains to keep them earthbound
Mellow tangerine glow wisps around clouds pink faces
The trees plump with raindrops, glisten with diamond stars
Against the azure blue of morn my sleepy eyes waken
From high sits my window to see the view like a bazaar
Full of days first beginnings to be sipped not forsaken
written 9-21-2019
San Pedro, Guatemala
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