Laughter
Once I sat engaged and snorting
I crave the laugh some,
laughter less laughter
Of the giggle's that is non-sporting
My silliness, I could not awaken
Sleeping in my sadness
I crave the horselaughs,
Laughter
laugh-worthy looniness
That howling tomfoolery - that howling tomfoolery
And the giggles never grinning
I crave the addicted, amusement applause
so long so long engaged and snorting
Laughter
That moment my soul grew powdered
I discovered the jokes
Much marveled the embalming madcap fatuity
I heard a silent, laughing cackling
darkness heckling
ahh ha ha ha ha, I discovered
cackling embalming laughing
Of the giggle's
ahh ha ha ha ha, ahh ha ha ha ha
: ) Laughter
8/8/20- 2020 ©
Strand Completely New (19), Any Form, Any Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by:Brian Strand
Categories:
fatuity, analogy, appreciation, engagement, happiness,
Form: Free verse
Bonny Island
You, who are drunk on the palm wine
of the mighty Atlantic’s eternal fatuity
laugh and make vain in perpetuity
her attempts to blot you out of sight
Daily taunt the thundering waves
whose fury rises several storeys high
but succumb with a crash at your feet
returning fully spent and shamefaced!
Whose palms grow into the heavens
and bow to the earth like rainbows
or, trebuchets of the most bizarre kind
when heavy with ripe fruits and nuts
Who, in defiance to the year-round rain
always has her head above the deluge
bask in the ageless futility to drown you;
instead, nourish your rich vegetation
Arise, for you have slumbered too long
and severely lag in your so many firsts
you glory today at a handful of grains
while Vultures feast on your tomorrow
Arise, for gone are the good old days
when tradewinds brought you cowries
Guineamen are long and forever gone
now, you must create your own winds!
Sept. 30, 2018
Categories:
fatuity, change, motivation,
Form: Free verse
What shall I do when I can not hide;
And the sheets that I lay on no longer I abide;
Awaken by the storms screaming thunders cry;
I rise
Where shall I go as I sleep my eyes closed wide;
My memory frozen as my brain is fried;
Awaken now my eyes open shut;
Tell tale stories as I pain as I hurt;
What shall I do now that I in reality;
And who will come to my aid the fatuity;
So much adulterated hatred;
No time to be convicted, for I stand acquitted;
I rise
8/7/18
Categories:
fatuity, absence, analogy, assonance, confidence,
Form: Light Verse
I Wanna Smack the Orangina Couple
It's a pity, since I like the drink,
But I hate the couple in their ad;
They've been to the Riviera,
Never had kids and don't want 'em,
You can feel it in their voices.
If they did, they couldn't go there, then brag about it
With all that false sophistication, that fatuity;
This much I could stand - just barely -
But worse; they talk into and over one another
Like the other one's not even there, until it all becomes
One smooth babble of arrogant emptiness
Grinding like a small rock stuck in a groove in your skin:
So there it is. Though the "Orangina Couple" are mere fantasy,
Every time they come on, - I can't help it -
I just wanna reach out 'n smack 'em
Categories:
fatuity, angst, feelings,
Form: Free verse
You weep without tears for a son now long gone.
But that is a lie.
Tears flow without being summoned,
When you don’t expect them.
Recalling a laugh,
or a cry,
or a moment in a happier time
or simply being there with him.
Still.
They just steal out like drops of sweat
Stinging your eyes.
You sniffle.
You pretend it’s nothing
You wipe your eyes
and sniffle.
A little.
The pain remains
When you see his smile
Hear his voice
And see his face
In an image that never fades.
So you focus on your daughter,
Herself long gone
Still alive,
But not to me.
Cutting you out of her life
For a folly.
For a foolishness.
For a fatuity.
For a fault.
For a failure.
For a frenzy.
A failure.
Cutting you out totally.
A folly that that haunts me
That keeps my granddaughter from me,
Forever.
I have seen her once.
For a few treasured hours.
On the far side of the world.
She smiles at me from my phone.
Is this all it will ever be?
I hope not.
Why do I not pray?
There is no point to that.
Ever.
Do I despair?
Do I analyse?
Do I question?
Do I rail against fate?
Do I blame?
Only myself.
Do I regret?
Yes.
Categories:
fatuity, anger, child abuse, children,
Form: Blank verse
Within a fecundity of fatuity
Squandered were all endeavors
Fazed I eluded
Unequivocal passion was sought
Yet still squandered were all endeavors
Candid without knowledge
Lacerated and forsaken
Forlorn I languished
Betwixt the vacuous cracks
Of black and white pavements
Categories:
fatuity, life,
Form: Verse
You are my savior and my special soul seeker,
You've unveiled me,
And unconfined me from my boundless illusions,
Free from this great fatuity;free from cloaking and suppressing.
Now, I am manumitted,
The veracity and the fact about the demon within my body,
You've conceived the reality,
You've seen me behind my veneer;the existence who was hiding for a long time.
This is me.....
A product of dispute and ignorance,enigma and sufferance,
A product of doubt and delusion,agony and demoralization,
A human of insanity and madness.
Have you seen the other being in me?
Take a gaze,
Of what I hate
Of what I love
Of who am I.....
The real me!!!
The great occult secret that was immured within my soul,
Now, do you imagine and see
Everything you desire.
Do what you want
Take a little glance
Have a glimpse
Stare at me...
Look at me....
***A Backward Poem***
Categories:
fatuity, introspectionme,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
A life burst out in tranquility
With a mournful voice asking for pity
A music softly weeping in my veins
Love, creeps as the wind.
Oh, love starts to engulf
As I go on my way blindfolded
I try to evit and whiff
But love creeps as the wind
Love, a poison smeared in my body
And make my life full of fatuity
I'll always fizzle when I pretend
Because love creeps as the wind
Categories:
fatuity, lovelife, love,
Form: Imagism