I’ve finished with travels, for I can’t agree
With the reasons I’m discriminated
Won’t pay for the visa a notable fee
Won’t wait in the queue of migrated
I’m blamed for the crimes which I didn’t commit
Stigmatized for a thing they call “nation”
I’ve nowhere to go and I’ve no one to meet
My train doesn’t stop at your station
I may not be happy about it, but such
Is the case that I’ve to comprehend
My dear foreign friend, I don’t know you that much
As you seem to know who I am
I’m lazy, incurious, spoiled and defiant
I live in the land of the snow
I’m a parallel world to political giants
That all of you are, as I know
Think better of me, if you can, for I’m not
Your enemy or cater cousin
Who dreams to come over with problems he’s got
To share at least half a dozen.
Categories:
incurious, depression, sorry, travel,
Form: Rhyme
Rescued and incurious as I dreamt to be
In forever August where I’m still a child
Wasn’t meant to be important, by a large degree
But it did, and I am baffled why this changed my sight
What I deemed as counted, weighted, and well measured
Failed completely now, and all what is left
Is that crooked smile over things I treasured
So my world turned upside down leaving me bereft
Seems I borrowed my whole life, and did not return
Streets that I can live without, yesteryears snow
All posessions that I had, were of nobody’s concern
On my couch I sleep in peace, if you like to know.
Categories:
incurious, meaningful, sad,
Form: Rhyme
so many gallons of it, of highest quality,
smooth but potent: where did it come from?
the servants who filled the jars with water
have the clue, but must keep mum;
most guests, incurious, gratefully quaff it
he’d first refused his mother’s hint, but she
told the servants to do whatever he said,
confident, it seemed, in his generosity,
not to say frivolity, in using such power,
towards hospitality, even drunkenness
since this time and place, wine
can claim religious respectability,
and must be on the menu of any posthumous paradise,
as ambrosial at least as that at Cana,
with the tasteful byline ‘a little taste of heaven’
Categories:
incurious, wine,
Form: Prose
She talks incessantly of Opera,
my nervous systems not listening,
it’s desperately trying
to connect to her voluptuous body,
neural cells hum like eclectic cars.
I cannot think at all of Mozart or Wagner
I am mesmerized by her sexuality,
even more so
as we are alone in a rushing crowd.
Incurious commuters hurrying
to catch impatiently waiting trains.
She knows, of course she knows,
women always can sense
that moment
when the drama and tension
gets musically explicit.
I am wondering
if we will get to the third act,
or will we run out of erotic steam,
jump the shark right here and now,
leave with a weak wave and
a promise?
Like this, the music crescendo's,
or indecisively dies
with a much truncated ‘goodbye’ aria.
Categories:
incurious, poetry,
Form: Free verse
stay your hand
with its obtund touch
take away your arid mouth,
your incurious eyes from me,
from my unscaled sight
you are but dull clay,
Ozymandias, barren
and I am fresh green
that strives for the light
spilling from your crumbling ashlar
jubilant, with scarlet buds
to catch the rain
and burgeon in its caress
to sway with the tumult of the wind
to kiss the voluptuous sky
to lay my feet on the lush earth
to live, to thrive
far away from your desert
Categories:
incurious, abuse, courage, extended metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Pressed loudly underfoot
dead leaves fracturing
scattering beneath me.
Warm fragmentary vapor
slated breath steaming
evaporating before me.
Incurious quiet somber
nearly naked trees
standing beyond me.
Advancing dread dusk
day skies sepulcher
entombing above me.
Forlorn and unforgiving
October day ceasing
enveloping me frigidly.
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Categories:
incurious, nature,
Form: Free verse
A sense of a belonging
Is life’s insatiable longing
A hand to hold, and not let go
A name to call, and feel your whole
I thought I was whole until I saw my missing half
I thought I had it all, but it was all a bluff
Incomplete is what I became
When a beauty told me her name
A name I wanted next to mine
When I work, spree or dine
What is the value of this world?
If a heart’s desire surpasses its worth
When love becomes everything
Anything else becomes incurious to the eyes
When love becomes everything
Yours does not matter but hers
Love is the only everything that is priceless
You only pay it with love, nothing less
I revel in being on her mind and in her arms
My mind is a realm she is free to command
Her arms stronger than handcuffs
Myself, a willing captive serving life
This love is the only belonging I crave
If love means this much, I am happy to be a slave
Categories:
incurious, addiction, feelings, first love,
Form: Free verse
Wisdom murmurs amid paucity of things—
seekers contemplative in cross-legged trance.
Pondering vaguities pensive meditation brings—
to apprehend with nonchalance of glance.
While to acolytes, such subtleties impinge—
denied are those of stifled grasp.
For in their minds a fetid dinge,
mundane failure to enclasp.
Stunted ones thus held in thrall,
ever signal their incurious pose.
While unmuted is a mounting wrawl,
from those abhorrent in appose.
The blind above in fog would lead,
who daily task us for our gaze.
They tire us with unending screed,
and we ignore while they abrase.
Rather would I summon stillness—
watch quiet water smooth a stone.
Free myself of this world’s illness—
love gently life I choose alone.
Categories:
incurious, corruption,
Form: Quatrain
Souls of the Dead
souls of those who have passed on
are keenly aware of our mortal coil,
for they once were part of this earthen
world that many of us now nonchalantly
take for granted since—just as sure as the
sun rises in the morning and sets in the
evening—this makes us all creatures of
habit reflective of our innate finite nature
and a possessive incurious proclivity toward
things ethereal and oft lacking a true sense
of the cosmic imagination and certitude that
God wishes for us over time to seek out as
part of our divine destiny that awaits us in
eternity far beyond this mortal world—for
the souls of the dead know this already.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
July 26, 2018 (Free Verse)
Categories:
incurious, allegory, death, earth, god,
Form: Free verse
(The supernova observed from
Earth in 1572 was a major event
in human thought, because if
stars could explode, then they
couldn't be eternal lamps,
hung out by God.)
The cold stars glimmered
where they hung
in their accustomed places
on the underside of heaven.
The imperceptible gavotte
proceeded up aloft:
those little silver lamps,
dipping or climbing,
went about their business
oblivious of human time.
A scholar of the firmament,
incurious, unthrilled,
at ease with the inevitable,
the trueness of meridians,
stared up, unflinching.
The milky smudge of Cassiopeia
swam into his lens's narrow field,
and our student of the permanent now saw
that which he knew he could not see.
It caused no greater shock
than a snarl of irritation.
We always miss the moment.
The quiet glory of that tiny cloud
of far-off starstuff
marked the noiseless passing
of some unknowable sun.
And though the watcher did not know,
he was party, too,
to a monumental dying.
Categories:
incurious, history,
Form: Free verse
He was roaming the streets of the New York borough,
To hard him every passer-by was a foe.
Boredom and apathy followed him everywhere,
Why attend his cousin's wedding when he had to pay the fare?
He traipsed wearily down Fifth Avenue, Not giving a glance at dresses new.
Broadway Avenue was not payed much heed to,
Glances spared only a few.
He looked up at the 103 storeyed Empire State Building,
Didn't even stop at Bloomingdales for a shopping fling.
Scorn on his face he passed Central Park,
Didn't cease walking to take a picture with cardboard Peeta Mellark.
The nonchalant and incurious was leaving Manhattan soon,
But he wouldn't even be happy in his own little room...
Categories:
incurious, america, city, smart, sunshine,
Form: Light Verse
I came naked, before you
an offering in hand
you gazed at the stars smiled
and in embarassed silence stood
seeing me as a child
idly bearing chidish gifts
You thought to play at pleasure
to humor and to please
unseen, through incurious eyes
a womans anger seethed
I came naked, before you
you stood, fully clothed
you, a careful thoughtful man
myself a reckless fool
I damned you, all through hell
because
you told a simple truth
as I in retrospect,
have found
a foolish, foolish, youth
I stand now as you stood then,
take comfort from my pride
and smile with patient tolerance
at your little boy side
Categories:
incurious, love,
Form: I do not know?