Yes, it is I that you have reason to thank,
and you who are so rude and rank.
Why do you say that my friend?
You will remember me in the end.
Though many times we laughed and drank,
in all honesty, I thought you stank.
Yes, we two, would, our elbows bend,
oh, the excruciating time we'd spend.
I think of your merits and draw a blank.
It's from your odor I always shrank.
You have no honor to defend,
as a human being, you at most pretend.
Why do you ask me to walk the plank,
I asked as I then slowly sank.
How can someone draw a blank
Now that's a real poser
How d'ya know if it's new and improved dog food
Eating that stuff's not kosher
Are there seeing eye humans for blind dogs
Sounds quite logical to me
If the Energizer Bunny attacks someone
Is it charged with battery
Is it true that cannibals don't eat clowns
Because they taste so funny
If feathers tickle people, do they tickle birds?
Bet it's better than even money
Why does every toaster have a setting
That will burn the toast to a crisp
Can women put on mascara with their mouth closed
Why do holes in most donuts exist
Here's one I'll bet you've never thought of
Do birdies ever need to pee
So perhaps those sprinkles of rain that fall
Aren't really rain 'tween you and me
Why do hot dogs come in packages of eight
While the buns come in packs of ten
Tell me what do they put in for colour of hair
On the driver's license of bald men
Not epic nor disastrous, a life mediocre
A trait that followed me down to the crypt
Expressions neutral, a good face for poker
Like everything about me, nondescript
I'm sure I could be out committing crimes
Who could describe my median brand
But after years gone by and passing times
I just wade in the plain and the bland
To people I've met before, I say hello
They seem confused, they don't remember
Now they don't have to pretend they know
I say nothing, and wait for December
One more unremarkable year gone by
Will a new year bring excitement or change
Is there something new I should say, or try
Odd how being ordinary feels so strange
So while people look at me and draw a blank
They can get up over the words they tripped
I smile politely, wave them on, heart sank
And be on my humdrum way, nondescript
March 21, 2023
Writing Challenge, 'N' words
Sponsor Constance La France
Each day that passes
There is no healing
A shattered heart
A broken promise
He will not leave
Gone sealed with a kiss
This is what it means
Every word scrambled with a lie
I try not to think
What it mean
When you grow cold a draw a blank
I think about those gone
And she'd a tear
Wishing I could replay the past
With the future near
I guess this is what it mean
How can someone draw a blank
Now that's a real poser
How d'ya know if it's new and improved dog food
Eating that stuff's not kosher
Are there seeing eye humans for blind dogs
Sounds quite logical to me
If the Energizer Bunny attacks someone
Is it charged with battery
Is it true that cannibals don't eat clowns
Because they taste funny
If feathers tickle people, do they tickle birds?
Bet it's better than even money
Why does every toaster have a setting
That will burn the toast to a crisp
Women can't put on mascara with mouth closed
Why do holes in most donuts exist
Here's one I'll bet you've never thought of
Do birdies ever need to pee
So perhaps those sprinkles of rain that fall
Aren't really rain 'tween you and me
Why do hot dogs come in packages of eight
While the buns come in packs of ten
Tell me what do they put in for the colour of hair
On the driver's license of bald men
How can someone draw a blank
Now that's a real poser
How d'ya know if it's new and improved dog food
Eating that stuff's not kosher
Are there seeing eye humans for blind dogs
Sounds quite logical to me
If the Energizer Bunny attacks someone
Is it charged with battery
Is it true that cannibals don't eat clowns
Because they taste so funny
If feathers tickle people, do they tickle birds?
Bet it's better than even money
Why does every toaster have a setting
That will burn the toast to a crisp
Can women put on mascara with their mouth closed
Why do holes in most donuts exist
Here's one I'll bet you've never thought of
Do birdies ever need to pee
So perhaps those sprinkles of rain that fall
Aren't really rain 'tween you and me
Why do hot dogs come in packages of eight
While the buns come in packs of ten
Tell me what do they put in for colour of hair
On the driver's license of bald men
It’s the awkward pause when I draw a blank.
All the dreams I can’t recall.
And those whispered tender mercies
That don’t echo down the hall.
It’s the lack of depth to the story’s plot;
Not much drama after all these years.
It’s the empty stare when I hear a song
That used to always bring me tears.
It’s forsaken anniversaries
And birthdays unobserved.
Every summertime vacation
Family portrait that’s been blurred.
All these careless reminiscences
That never cross my mind
Are the way I put my thoughts on hold,
And keep my feelings undefined.
In the dull routine of simple tasks,
The rituals that satisfy my needs,
I elevate my posture,
Positioning my head above the weeds.
From my early morning walk about,
Till quarter past my last cold brew,
I spend my day deliberately forgetting
All those many times I’d been a fool for you.
How can someone draw a blank
Now that's a real poser
How d'ya know if it's new and improved dog food
Eating that stuff's not kosher
Are there seeing eye humans for blind dogs
Sounds quite logical to me
If the Energizer Bunny attacks someone
Is it charged with battery
Is it true that cannibals don't eat clowns
Because they taste so funny
If feathers tickle people, do they tickle birds?
Bet it's better than even money
Why does every toaster have a setting
That will burn the toast to a crisp
Can women put on mascara with their mouth closed
Why do holes in most donuts exist
Here's one I'll bet you've never thought of
Do birdies ever need to pee
So perhaps those sprinkles of rain that fall
Aren't really rain 'tween you and me
Why do hot dogs come in packages of eight
While the buns come in packs of ten
Tell me what do they put in for colour of hair
On the drive's license of bald men
Diving deep into the depths of soul
Floating upward towards the light
Surfacing on the horizon of my mind
Words have flooded like the expanse of sky
Pouring out of me like torrential rain.
At other times I take cover in the
bunker of my mind
When as dry as a desert I draw a blank
Were words get buried in quick sand.
This is where I shut out the world and rest.
Sometimes writing with invisible ink
Like scent that evaporates leaving a heady smell
My senses following like a rivulet
filling each and every gap of my soul
Poets travelling like wandering minstrels to each
and every corner of the mind and soul.
27.11.2020.
Where do we poets go?
Sponsor-Silent One.
Confined for two months
but not complaining
in fact I count my blessings
I try to think back
to pre pandemic life
I draw a blank
Life seeming surreal
the reality of then and now
does not compute
The future’s an unknown
still hovering somewhere
between shock and denial
Like everyone I wish
somehow we could turn back
to pre pandemic life
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~COVID 2020~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
oh man just got up
and can only draw a blank
absoluteness reigns
Appearances
Life is full of appearances
the fullness of life
new ones arrive as we
awaken each morning..
New appearances
seem to form and color
something within..which
always remains..
The remaining something
is not a thing..it is
perhaps somewhat..
Our minds draw a blank
in looking for said somewhat..
So..for now
let's let somewhat alone..
But be wary that
somewhat may appear
as a thing after all...!
I am too susceptible to poetry
a perfect metaphor
wakes me from stupor
and a clever rhyme
takes me to the sublime
while an elegant elegy
drives away my lethargy
but a mismetered sonnet
makes me hot under the bonnet.
Yet for all these wonders
I struggle to be free
and usually draw a blank.
When they ask me
"Who are you?"
I seem to draw a blank
I dont know how to answer
And I dont know what to think
I try to come up with something
But there are no words to describe
The way I feel meaningless to this world
Like a sail boat is meaningless to kansas
I feel lost and confused
Not sure what it is im supposed to do
I have my reasons to feel this way
Yet I cant name one
I feel like Im suffocating
In this world
With no purpose in life
No direction
And no understanding of who I really am
I try to speak my mind
but no words come out
I want to tell them who I want to be
But that doesnt answer the question
I dont know who I am
And I dont know if I ever will
So when they ask me
"Who are you?"
I tell them
"I dont know"
I'm mystified by my unruly brain
while grasping for a word, I draw a blank
like ticker tape that moves in fits and starts
elusive phrases flicker in and out
and putting names with faces is a chore.
To place someone is hard as calculus
this mind, it calcifies as time goes by.
Can anybody recommend a tool
that scrapes away the crust of this decay?
I'll trade this mind for one that's fresh and new
but then I'd lose myself, I'll let things be
and keep my mind, and never mind the mess
it just takes time to get from "A to B".
Written on 5/26/2016
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