introversion is irresponsibly irresistible in inculpatory immoderation
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 20–26, 2026)
The party is loud,noise in the air
People all around,
I'm sitting down,
Present.......but not really there.
I linger in the back,a watchful eye
In the background,
Invisible
I see many pass me by.
Interest has left,and all feels dull
No one approaches
Or wants to talk,
My introversion makes me mull.
I could be social,and enter the fray
But it's all a group
And shallow talk,
No deep conversations today.
No good friends for discourse;
I know all here
But still feel a stranger;
All too well,I know this remorse.
I try to mingle,but I've lost the heart
They all seem so........
Uninterested;
So from the crowd,I stay apart.
I try distraction,for my mind,
The food is good
But not much else,
Entertainment is hard to find.
Why,I ask,did I even go?
My hypocrisy
Boggles me,
Why I'm like this,I don't know.
Yet here I am,a wallflower;
Unbecoming for a guy,
I think,
As I wait away the hours.
Maybe I'll find someone,someday,
To talk the boredom
Away with,
Until the party fades away...............
Oh look,they finally started volleyball
volleyball is fun.......
You don't care 'bout me
How many people like me
I have no talent.
Introversion explores an isolated ego voice
While extra-relational versions
speak a more complex eco-political choice
of historic context
embedded in sensory feelings
positively healthy memories
and those more negatively traumatic,
wealth stealing
And those stuck in in-between
and/or not negatively aptic
unresolved non-synaptic
not clearly either elastic
or emotively spastic
Win grace
or lose life's race,
true or false,
attractive
or repugnant face
Awaiting evolution's revolutionary cycle
slowly turning toward resolution
full and/or empty,
enlightening dark ego inside fears
and traumatic angers,
empowering memories of past dismembering
anticipations deeper even than anxious despair
for lack of active healthy wealth
rather than emotional constipation.
Monotheistic egos
evolving toward panentheistic
win/win living organic ecosystems
of EarthTribe immortal
inside nature as also HolySpirit out
not not polynomial
balanced wu-wei polypathic
polymathic Tao.
No news is good news; the known saying goes
Whether stated in prose, or its meted in rhyme
That's the outlook it seems the eu's designed
Whether covid or conflict, they play the same way
There's no voice of dissention, allowed; it's all bad
Yet they're in control of its outflow, and in general
That's sad' Maybe RT was biased? to a certain extent'
Yet people did watch, and so adjudge; on its bents
I could always turn it off though; and often I did'
I didn't need a big brother, with volumes of kid'
So they believe the known saying then..)
(No news is good news) yet straighten their ties
Slap on greasepaint; and polish their shoes'
Then feed out, even more jollop
To you'se; thats no lies'
"I always thought of my introversion as a flaw,
until the world was thrown into chaos and isolation;
and my flaw became my greatest asset."
_by Poet
_______________
In hard times I find joy,
my introversion positive;
happiness in all the things I love and enjoy,
endures like the seasons- like an ongoing narrative.
Creating art,
hope, faith, gentleness and love will never depart;
my joy is untroubled and quiet- will not fall apart.
My joy steadfast,
my writing is like music vast;
never thoughts of- outcast.
Though the world in chaos gratitude I employ,
the news is quite informative;
but- listen to my heart,
one day all this will be passed.
___________________________
February 8, 2021
Poetry/Rhyme/Like the Continuum of Seasons
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1327-043-08
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Joy Continuum
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 02/26/2021
Ninth Place
I'm your ochre star- keeper of a trillion dragons.
Offering gifts of time, space, fire, and patience.
I've kept the children warm and fed for millennia.
Each planet will be given a turn at life and death-
This is the time of earth-mankind and dreams.
Never was it meant for ego and machines of greed.
Now the dragons grow restless and mischievous
They blow solar flare kisses to the karmic tides.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Now it's the age of extroversion and expansion.
And it will come at the greatest expense.
All planets will be scorched by the dragons.
Earth will perish as mankind prays for death.
Then a cycle of contraction and introversion.
When everything is covered in layers of ice.
Then in the blackness of our blackest hour.
Some will be saved; many will be devoured.
I LOVE YOU
My passionate eyes dared to peep deep in your looks.
but not sure whether your eyes glistened or not.
My anxious tongue spoke so many words to reach your ears.
but confused whether you were sincere or serious to listen.
This Romeo is reading the heart of a blooming bud.
My emotive urge is surging, cascading to touch your mind
but getting bewildered whether it could moisten your feelings.
My eager dream screams knocking your reticence in vain.
I am ignorant whether you will ever indulge my craving
This Romeo is brooding and his amour flowing in flood.
My yearnings hope, you are sure to reciprocate once,
but you are mysterious, still an enigma to me
Your introversion repels me, yet I long for your love.
I will wait with patience and can’t let you go, Dear!
This Romeo is bleeding, but you don’t see his blood.
02/20/20
Reference:
This Romeo is bleeding, but you don't see his blood'- Bon Jovi Always
Second Place
'Famous Poetic Lines-3 Love Songs' Contest by Silent One.
Train passes by no common world incursion
It’s closed space with internal lumination
The passengers in drowsy introversion
Each a universe of personal fixation
Taken from: ‘Advent Morning Star’
21 December 2019
Arbitrium Divisa 5 Contest
Sponsor: Gregory Barden
They never say one word
when they can say ten,
they cannot have a thought
without saying it then;
this world we live in,
I, the loner, decry.
They see someone listen,
and then think that they scheme,
that a lack of interest
means you’re surly and mean;
this world we live in,
I, the loner, decry.
They drag you out drinking
when you just want to read,
can’t get in your headspace
or comprehend your needs;
this world we live in,
I, the loner, decry.
See you solitary
and to you they go,
think that it’s a favor,
but you’re ready to blow;
this world we live in,
I, the loner, decry.
They have us outnumbers,
but we have all the guns,
change always emerges
from the will of odd ones;
this world we live in,
we, the loners, design.
Introversion
Just home from an art exhibition
brought a couple of poetry to read
but I didn’t stay long left my books
on a shelf and sneaked out.
In the old days a glass of red win or
so helped me overcome my natural
shyness, but my hands were shaking
spilling the water in my glass on to
the canape
My shyness is the bane of my life I‘m
supposed to sell books not give them away
It is a phobia and it appears there are
Many this suffer from this annoying
crawling obsession.
An awkward chuckle
Escapes my lips
White knuckles
Teeth grit
I don’t poke fun
Or humiliate
I get your pun
It isn’t great
I bear the burden
Of your ego
My introversion
Takes the blow
The problem is
You’re not clever
As lame as it is
I must endeavor
Feeling abashed
And quite dumbfounded
I chose to stash
How bad you sounded
I lose the grace
I had before
To save your face
I shake my core
Asymmetrical
Gawky, inept
Your spectacle
My debt
ADVENT MORNING STAR
The morning star shines salient and bright
Alone against a colour graded sky
In transient intermission day from night
When worlds half dream, reality yet nigh
The trees - dark silhouettes on indigo
That melts to cerulean, red then gold
Towards the eastern margin brightening slow
To hint at dawn, the daybreak will unfold
In frosted field the shrouded horses stand
As statues still and frozen in quiescence
No wish to raise their heads their faces bland
‘Til tepid sun should hint at incandescence
Train passes by no common world incursion
It’s closed space with internal lumination
The passengers in drowsy introversion
Each a universe of personal fixation
Then at their destinations all will rouse
Domains will coincide, their doors unbar
Will they then open minds, the day espouse
To share their vision, see the morning star
On such a morn in ancient orient sky
A mystic luminance gave sages presage
Of wondrous blessings destined from on high
And One who’d bring to Earth redemption message
WINTER MORNING STAR
The morning star shines salient and bright
Alone against a colour graded sky
In transient intermission day from night
When worlds half dream, reality yet nigh
The trees dark silhouettes on indigo
That melts to cerulean, red then gold
Towards the eastern margin brightening slow
To hint at dawn, the daybreak will unfold
In frosted field the shrouded horses stand
As statues still and frozen in quiescence
No wish to raise their heads their faces bland
‘Til tepid sun should hint at incandescence
Train passes by no common world incursion
It’s closed space with internal lumination
The passengers in drowsy introversion
Each a universe of personal fixation
Then at their destinations all will rouse
Domains will coincide, their doors unbar
Will they then open minds, the day espouse
To share their vision, see the morning star
Balzac is beading,
Robespierre is reading,
Introversion I am needing,
Reflections I am heeding,
In old bat cave central,
Like an ancient Sybil, hypothetical,
Wisdom is supposed to come with age,
As Balzac turns his own page,
Why am I more religious than the Pope?
Can any faith give Earthlings hope?
Better than folk smoking dope!
If you have problems embarrassing,
Bring them here for my listening,
Sage advice I am providing,
Reflections I am heeding,
Yes, boys, beer understands,
How did dinosaurs make it in Pleistocene lands?
Answer: They didn't, for beer, no hands,
Yes, reflections I am heeding,
Humans are minute cosmic specks, spinning,
on a pebble in Outer Space, clinging,
If gravity didn't suck, we'd all be floating,
Reflections I am heeding,
As Robespierre shall keep reading,
Then Balzac shall be beading.......
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