Long Boredom Poems
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Surely your boredom has brought you here,
It is no longer a necessity, this blathered relationship we share
Your words are void of feeling—yes they make me want to scream,
Is anyone there?
Truly, is anyone there?
You say you love me, and sometimes I believe you really do
But when I come to see you, your eyes are glazed
You are long dead, and still I grieve what you once were…
Now, you cry for me…
I apologize for your coldness, for your anger…
I have taken your pains and sorrows silently,
I have given all that I can…
What else do I need to do,
To reach you…
I am torn too, distant one
How could I tell you while you are bleeding so profusely?
The psychology behind my feelings blow my mind
I sacrifice everything for you...
It is sick...because I cannot see what I need...
I feel myself sinking...
As I hold you up to the surface...drowning
Satisfied with your breaths...and observing my many deaths
I know you love me,
Though it gets harder and harder to believe
I am tired of apologizing for you, covering your scars
Together, we can heal them
Just promise you will stop disappearing
I have enough absent hearts in my life….
Hot summer noon
Lonely and unending
The day is long, night is far
Forced holidays
Thoughts and imaginations
Abound
Old memories take over
Childhood returns
Good old days
Sitting in the prairie
Under the mango tree
Ignoring the parents
No boredom,
Untroubled days
Full of fantasies
Enjoying the heat
Birds are absent
A squirrel appears
holding half-eaten guava
And the day goes on
bringing out the garbage.
not in bags but inside boxes.
smells so bad.
books and all my bull.
bristles.
barely able to breathe.
baked in butane.
burning it all into oblivion.
banished borders.
barriers.
brine and bristle.
bursting.
buried in the backyard.
benign, yet blasphemous.
bouts of boredom begin again.
blended with bacteria.
biting at my brain.
a billion bits of alphabet.
but none is ever submit.
betting I’ll never be bred again.
bed beckons.
but there’s a therein.
biting.
bleeding out in barometers.
blisters.
blasting me for a burial of bliss.
besides what’s better?
borderline or bipolar?
not sure anymore about it.
breaking bullets.
bits of bone in a barrel.
but I’ll begin again.
bustling.
bludgeoning.
blossoming.
becoming a beast like beating.
breath bleating.
retreating into the bleak.
black holes.
buttoning up my best dress.
breast beading.
leading to a baked out feeling.
no one believes in.
bibles on the battalion bar.
brittle from the battle but bustling.
by the by I’ll buy it all back.
then pry it open from behind.
it’ll be back.
brackish but boiling like butter.
brother doesn’t bother.
before it breaks into bitty bits.
bit into by the bitten.
backstabbing.
besting all others besides Bukowski.
perhaps Blake.
for Christ’s sake baptized.
but bound by some Beelzebub.
blessed be the blind.
because they know not beauty.
but it’s 6 a.m. baby.
is that our breakfast baking?
eggs Benedict and bacon.
biscuits with gravy.
it’s all over anyway but the blues—
A lass named Fancy found herself forlorn,
for in her world, the hues like gray and brown
prevailed, so Fancy wanted to adorn
herself with colors: boredom weighed her down!
Her people shunned bright objects and deplored
the colors’ burst of rainbows in their sky.
However, such rare arches she adored,
so Fancy wished for wings that she might fly. . .
She sat and pondered; then a feathered quill
came drifting down; she wrote, and poetry
sprang forth! With joy, her heart began to fill
as imagery replaced monotony!
Though Fancy wore no wings, she FELT them there;
She realized no longer would she thirst
for beauty, for her words soared through the air.
That flight of fancy came with colors’ burst!
Written 5/19/14 by Andrea Dietrich
for the Imagination Contest of Dave Wood
Gorgeous Brady was only ten
when he grabbed an old violin,
which belonged to his wealthy grandpa
Jacob and started playing, " Lacrimosa.
Some chords sounded too awkward,
he persisted and finally got them right;
why did he play that song never heard?
Had he in mind a sweet serenade night?
Brady didn't show a sign of boredom,
but continued playing with confidence,
the small theater was missing an audience;
he didn't mind, he wasn't seeking stardom.
One could hear his impeccable passion through his music,
the notes were loud and shook the clock's pendulum;
his speed picked up a dramatic, operatic momentum...
a chorus of Ooh's Oh's would make it sound angelic.
" Bravo! " A well-dressed man stepped forward,
Brady stared at him and smiled for the compliment,
" May I know the name of this genius imitating Mozart?"
" I'm Brady and I live in the cobblestone building."
" Then you must be Jacob's nephew: the owner of the theater! "
Brady nodded and shook the maestro's hand sensing its power;
would you like to team up with Mark the orchestra pianist?
He agreed and went on to became a famous violinist!
After years of the inner demon battle.
Being told to fit in and just be a cattle.
Takes its toll and boredom gets stale.
Knowing the story has an unwritten tale.
Some of us battle difficulty with sight.
Others fight conditions hindering might.
Hearing is often lacked by many talented.
Injuries convince we are a can dented.
Conditions can be mental or physical.
It’s no barrier for a field technical.
Since life is full of ups and downs.
We are like elevators in the towns.
But years of learning the coping skills.
Teaches us how to overcome the hills.
So we pay it forward and grow careers.
Accepting challenges, conquering fears.
Now carving out our niches in elevators.
Clapping back at the skeptics & debaters.
As collectors, account reps & technicians.
Moving the world & completing missions.
By team support of acceptance & respect.
Aware of the duties, no room for neglect.
Impactful in the vertical transport industry.
Becoming key figures and making history.
Some appreciate Thrive as a safe place.
It’s a breather to remove mask from face.
Otis supports identifying our true selves.
So we don’t hide our reality on shelves.
This group had been called All Abilities.
A haven for mental & physical disabilities.
Many use it to adapt in the communities.
Our conditions are roots, growing as trees.
Some are here as caretakers and allies.
Coping with adversity hearing the cries.
Others dealing with personal challenges.
Never disabled but required life changes.
However members identify, We Are Otis.
Filling many roles, hitting targets no miss.
If you’re a lone wolf considering the pack.
Joining the group helps to run your track.
I've Done a Lot of Things in My Life
I Know I Shouldn't Have Done,
But Ninety Percent of What I Did,
Was out of Boredom and Wanting Some Fun.
Then One Day I Was Introduced,
To the Savior's Saving Grace.
He Taught Me Faith and Trust..
And the Knowledge Shows on My Face.
I Would like for All the World,
To Feel like I Did Then.
It's Very Hard to Describe It,
But it Will Feel like this to the End.
So, If You Don't Know Jesus,
I Shall Pray for You and Your Soul.
Because It's a Wonderful Feeling,
And It's as High as You'll Ever Go.
Now, Come on and Fly with Me,
Down the Pathway to Forever,
We'll Gather up Others on the Way,
As We Travel this Road Together.
Connie Moore
6 23 93
Rumbles of boredom lead the mouth to eat
but then there are the unwashed,
the residue of the crumbling
and smeared. Greasy utensils
sneaking like sharks amongst the soaking dishes.
A need now to refresh this domestic pond
with chemical bubbles
yet hands are too dilatory
to be daubed by yesterday’s food.
One has to judge with perfect timing
whether to wash the plates or
leave them to poison the sink
for another hour or two.
The essential factors are smell
and guilt.
When the sludge of the once edible
blossoms rudely in an untidy kitchen
or the shredded rinds of a latent rigor mortis
coat themselves with the pimpled oils
of former slicks
only then is it time to reassess
just how peckish we are for leftovers.
July 9 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Isaiah 17-21
Key Verse – Isaiah 17:3 The fortress also shall cease from Ephraim, and the kingdom from Damascus, and the remnant of Syria: they shall be as the glory of the children of Israel, saith the LORD of hosts.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY PROTECTIVE FORTRESS
Lord God, You are my protective Fortress within Your kingdom
Thank You for making me fruitful by Your wisdom
So that I can plant along Your salvation freedom
As You rebuke me against spiritual boredom.
Lord God, You are my protective Fortress within Your rivers of blessing
Thank You for lifting me up to seek Your cleansing
So that I can come to You for worshipful praising
As You cheer me toward constant rejoicing.
Lord God, You are my protective Fortress within Your presence
Thank You for ruling over me by Your truth’s essence
So that I can stand upon Scriptural defense
As You hedge me around Your doctrines’ fence.
Lord God, You are my protective Fortress within Your work’s wonders
Thank You for shaking me by Your faith-strengthening thunders
So that I can come to Your altar-pillar borders
As You perform in me Your inheritance-orders.
Lord God, You are my protective Fortress within Your victorious fight
Thank You for guiding me to walk in Your light
So that I can follow Your leadership so right
As You help me by Your deliverance wherein I delight.
Lord God, You are my protective Fortress within Your vision
Thank You for upholding me by Your compassion
So that I can participate in Your great commission
As You supply me with Your provision.
Lord God, You are my protective Fortress within Your ground for service
Thank You for declaring unto me Your faithfulness-notice
So that I can lodge in Your ministry of servanthood practice
As You secure me to grow and mature as You did promise.
July 9, 2023
If my hair could talk to God above miraculously
It would express praises and thanks to Him joyfully
For His grace, mercy and love shown constantly
Flowing along His provisions’ banks abundantly!
Yes, my hair would delight in God for cleansing water
Reminding His Word’s sanctifying power
Along His forgiveness that’s ready to deliver
Repentant souls seeking it through their confession-prayer!
Indeed, my hair would glory in God’s holiness-beauty
Appreciating each of His creation’s poised dignity
Declaring, “How privileged is earth’s humanity
To bear the image of the perfect Maker’s quality!”
My hair, for sure, would salute God for His wisdom
Since He knows the number of all hair strands in the kingdom
Even those that split away from hair-style boredom
And the ones that fall to find their much-sought freedom!
Never would my hair question God’s will
As to why it’s not bouncing, but kinky, or staying straight still
And why is it losing its luster despite the color-refill
For truly, the Lord cares, though head could be baldly ill!
How glad could my hair be in receiving God’s compliment
For being a healthy-strong covering in its useful involvement
Of its smooth and vibrant service as my crowning ornament
With its silky-wavy flexibility midst weather’s disagreement!
So, here’s my hair, deciding to be God-honoring
Always sweet-smelling against worldly fragrances’ devouring
Witnessing the Lord’s faithfulness and peaceful nurturing
Until it be gray, awaiting eternal, glamorous repairing!