Long Blase Poems

I also feel blasé today February 19th, 2024

Linkedin to being lax,
and shirking house cleaning tasks,
which negligence cost us
(yours truly and the missus)
a golden opportunity
to relocate to Hillcrest Village
in Boyertown, Pennsylvania
another HUD subsidized property
under the aegis...

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Written: September 12, 2023
Ocean Poetry Contest                             ...

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There is something I've wanted to say to you for a long time but never did because I didn't want to sound like I'm preaching so here goes.
One of the most important things for us...

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An hour before time, they put her through the motions.
Shoving and pulling her strings adding oil and suntan lotion.
Hot and humid still shining in candid spirit she professes
in music, a monotone but in finesse, a...

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It is no small act that follows
no leaps nor bounds
as we are bound
the square, white-washed walls
crumbling, no doors, no sound

but who are we 
are we not what one perceives
stuck to our one room box

we break...

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It was my evening, that's
For sure - 
"Its your aura"
For sure - 
At last I'm good
At something.
"Spot the Equity card!"
"When are you going
To be a superstar?"
Said Sarah.
That seemed to be 
The question 
On everyone's lips....

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Joy of pleasure, a child of poor parents,
Bliss alone founts from a perpetual spring,
Joy fancies scores of fond uncles and aunts, 
Never lasts long the song they choose to sing.
Being a moth made of mere...

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Blasé

Totally proud of my achievement, 
Completely understood by my friend, 
Monumental progress made in no time, 
When our ears to each other did bend; 
Notwithstanding the usage time, long, 
Of that moderate body, muscles spasming,...

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Childbirth,  an act of blase bourgeoisie-
How untrue expression it stand to be
With mother listening to the rhythm of
her dying father's song at noon sleeping?
All noted, supernatural fetishness... 
All written,  unbelievable forgotten expression. 
Our...

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Seven A.M., feet on the floor, pajamas in-car 
for a favorite drive-through fast-food treat?  No, 
it's the coffeepot, and turn on the broiler, less of 
a spoiler, but kudos in Heaven. Breakfast's in the...

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Nobody knew better than him the value
 Of great art --
The need to preserve the memory of 
  Great artists;
Do not even the basest of us feel 
 Overwhelming emotion, hushed awe?
Great art should...

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My dear, you can call and talk at me whenever you feel the need 
Sometimes your restraint is palpable
Finger pointed in dialing mode then reluctantly forming a fist 
Fear of my telephone taking on a...

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Counterfeit in politics a prerequisite
For sale by owner, got cash, you can buy
Their influence
God Bless America and all the Capitalists
Starting vanity wars, to the public's pleasing
Forget humanity, we don't need a good reason
You've got a...

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Not long ago, one midwinter day
The sky was bright blue, not dull winter gray
It lured me out, from my hiding place
For a welcome but needed, much change of pace

Heel-hound in tow, we made our way
into...

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"Precious water--the elixir of life,
yet we still its sources with blase' knife."

A town in the desert awaits rescue from thirst.
Water supply gone, result of a twenty-year drought
        ...

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A soul lost, drifting in the wind,
Distance memories echoing a pushed away past,
Take strong hold of a lonely mind.

Visions and smells clouding,
Pain consuming, dancing, mocking,
With a deep breath they trample onwards.

Pulling down the blinds to...

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Somewhere between here,

blase and tomorrow's

derangement, lost the plot in

a moment of coherent clarity,

'twas quite a peculiar notion

unsettling predicament of

knowing one's own psyche,

silently questioned the

absolute mindfulness,

hardly sure whether to

heed or trust abstruse

insomuch as the validity

mid concise...

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Give me a red rose,
fill each petal with your love.
Allow the tenderness of your eyes
to peruse the pastel approvingly.

Give me a red rose,
as deep and passionate in colour as can be found.
Let it run across...

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I remember when I kissed my first girlfriend,
exciting, moist,  and tasting of bread and butter,
if only I could utter the words that arose within me,
but I had a mouth full at the time, now...

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We are all gathered here today
to lament rhyming poetry's death.
Fledgling poets think it's blasé,
regardless of its rhythm and breath.

Lyrical poetry's called cliché,
though it's been recited for years.
For now; there's a different way
of expressing cheers, fears,...

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The old wooden bench with the high back
Carefully covered with a soft cushion
Drew her to come, sit, enjoy this morn's slack
And view the fog as it covered Orion

The bench held her in its arms many...

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Ode to the Grandkids

My gaze, grandkids, you inspire me to write.
I love the way you laugh, trust and cherish,
Devoting my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the excellent garish.

Let me compare you to...

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I met the man
Who has become
The man, my father
Fought so hard
To not become
To always be
That lyrical, selfless soul
Only out there
To rid the world
Of joyless, empty measures
Filled with pauses, rests and
Unintended notes
Rather
His motivation comes
In rushes, bursts...

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Lost as sea
Drifting aimlessly 
Within crowds of faceless
Lonesome ebb and tide
An ordinary man's conscience

Love adrift as dream
In tempered heart
Unbelieving faithless
Waiting for a rescue

Are we set upon horizons
Passing in the distance
Day after day 
Mundane living out...

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Seemingly mystified presence; 
Beholds every treks atop; 
Blase art thee, earth born; 
Stepping unchalantly o'er; 
Bias thereupon my worth. 

Traditional emblem certain; 
Upon thee a carnal knowledge; 
Restored o'er me by strength; 
Unity of earth...

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