I absolutely hate it when I write drivel
I’m thinking my brain is starting to shrivel,
And nothing coming out of it appears civil
Writer’s block is making my head swivel,
Perhaps I’ll take a fetal position and snivel,
Right now, I’m feeling incredibly superficial!
written December 24, 2021
An ogre is seldom awakened by poetic lines
but he shakes his fists trying to slander others.
I laugh at his desperate attempts at writing.
Delighting in his flawed efforts at metaphors.
On all fours this ogre creeps around like a spider
Oh what distorted webs he dares to weave...
when he deceives those who do not know
his penchant for whining and absurd cries of wolf.
He aspires to climb to the peak of a mountain
but fails miserably with each witless haiku.
Do not fear in the false bravado of the daft beast,
but feast on his raves as he digs his own grave.
Imagery is lost among his gibberish blabber...
a rather nondescript description of such bluster.
His script is not clever, thought he thinks it is so.
He doesn't scare me or those who know... whatever
Inanity is the work of such a bootlicking fool...
a tool who yammers thinking he impresses others,
but a jester dances for those who seek a false throne.
Does that ring with a piffle of drivel to anyone but me?
we balanced along
The embankments edge,
And past the Dead Dog Tree.
The view from the eyes that
Flew above aerials hum
Left us down in the gravelled
Crawl. Scratch and tap among
The ash heaps and the concrete
Cracks. Left to lie in the
Heart of the seldom sun.
mindless sentimental drivel....
foolish babblings of a false dense of happiness
foolish blatherings of a longing heart
mindless sentimental drivel....
ranting and ravings of a heart covered
in a rose colored haze
ranting and ravings of a mind covered
in an irrational glaze
mindless sentimental drivel....
all consuming gibberish of
a soul lost deep within the
depths of false love
all consuming gibberish of
a spirit lost deep within the
depths of a false reality created within the mind
all consuming gibberish of
a being lost deep within the
depths of a false realm of existence
to far gone to see the truth behind
the lies that have been created within the
mind's eye
mindless sentimental drivel....
Lyrical; critical- almost spiritual!
Spheres of fears entangle
Costly crossly motley Miracle
Grows and goads the gamble
Seeming dreaming- brain is bleeding
While I smile, unprepared
Cut the rut in grand proceeding
As I'm breathing in the Air...
*Another experimental piece. I would be curious to see how you interpret it :)
You can read this if you want to,
it's entirely up to you.
It's really just a waste of your time.
There's gotta be something you'd rather do!
The things I'm gonna mention
ain't worth the time of day.
But that ain't gonna stop me,
so I'll get underway.
Ageing has its problems,
which is really nothin' new.
As you get older three things happen,
first you lose your memory and - I forget the other two!
My girlfriend made me chicken.
Her chicken made me cough!
I told her, next time, she makes it,
she should take the feathers off!
Another thing don't make no sense,
consequently, I'd like to know.
Why do we call Rush Hour, "Rush Hour",
when the traffic goes so slow?
There's three sure ways to do a job.
You must be clever, I'll admit!
You hire someone; you do it yourself;
or you forbid your kids to do it!
I'm just biding my time with this Drivel.
Sorry I bored you my friend.
Fortunately I ran out of stupid stuff.
That's it - It's over - the end!
Disregard All of the Above!
(Any resemblance to me and a
real poet, depends on what
you're drinking!)