Long Disinterest Poems
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I never saw myself clearly
But smelled my own disappointment
For I reeked with it; an acid smell.
I tasted Vicks in my mouth
When there was none in the house
And had not been for years
An unfamiliar voice told me I was a loser
It came from within; I recognized it not at all
But totally too
I was a sight, groveling and growling silently
I doubt anyone knew; for I kept this wisely silent
Away from the eyes of the others
And you are all the others
I can trust no one.
Smelling disinterest and disregard on you
As you pass me by not seeing me or my little dog Two
I have never recognized my sorrow
Or put a name on it
Preferring to keep it way down deep
Where I put a lid on it
You might see me as a party animal with flair
Self-confident, and outgoing
I scoff at the irony of that
As I take out my little friend
And watch the red bubbles pop out of my arm
As I make little cuts
To prove that I am alive
And can feel something.
Get out the vote?
I can't I'm on a boat.
Mixing paints, red and blue.
My political flag is purple,
That's right,
Go 'head and sue.
Once I pull into harbor,
Sure I'll consider Obamer...
Sorry it's been awhile
Is my pronunciation vile?
Do we see the forest for the trees?
Or the humans in the parties?
I planned on throwing one once ashore.
Liberal, conservative, hippie, chiropractor--just don't be a bore!
My wet dog Lester whimpers for me to run for Senate.
I tell him I have no agenda, no ten point plan, just wanna see the Cubs win the pennant.
He paw-clatters starboard, ears turned away.
My first speech met with dogged disinterest as we floated through the bay.
"Monkeys in the zoo," I say as I zip-cast my line.
"That's all they are, Lester," and I felt to say it rather fine.
"Monkeys, may be," Lester replied as he jaw-snapped some flies.
"But the cages are open, and they've taken to the streets, all wearing ties."
We'll make it to port one day, Lester and I.
When the game is done, and the shouting has ceased
And the towns are painted purple
As the monkeys look on, in disbelief.
Let me ask you—
do you love me?
For I love you.
But that is not the question.
When things upset me
I cannot express it.
I sit back in anger
and then transgress.
The things you do,
you do repeatedly,
sometimes acting
as if I do not exist.
Leaving me behind,
my mind lost in a mist—
a mist of clouds
floating without direction.
The feeling of disinterest
is deeply noted,
the loneliness lingering
throughout the day.
Until it’s time for bed—
still nothing to say.
You have your friends,
and I have mine too,
but you and I both know
they should not come before you.
Yet I feel less important
when it comes to them,
leaving me confused
and frustrated again.
Everything you do
seems done on a whim.
You treat them like family,
but not the same with me.
Listen here, my guy—
I carry your last name.
Touch me, pinch me,
let me know I’m there.
Stop ignoring me,
tossing me aside
as if you do not care.
I Can't Believe the Ignorance
By Franklin Price
7/31/2016
I can't believe the ignorance that in our candidates abounds
And how lacking in intelligence their conversation sounds
Both are an embarrassment from this observation made
Both make most our faces turn a deeper redder shade
One of them is subtle learned by years in Washington
The other is quite obvious and neither one is fun
One says what you want to hear whether true or not
The other spouts out stupid things and proves he doesn't care a lot
How is it that we got here, to create this place so wrong?
Through lack of interest by the parties. It's been going on so long
Disinterest in the last eight years; no handshakes 'cross the aisles
Nothing done of consequence, just check the laws and files
Many people thought the thought; nothing we can do of note
Why should we be involved at all, or go to the polls and vote
This has happened many years, longer than we'd like to think
Less voters to the polls each year, took this country to the brink
So much disenchantment with established party ways
That we picked a strange outsider to try to give us better days
He was outspoken from the start. Got media for free
Would make this country great again; the best for you and me
Ran as a Republican though didn't act as such
Enchanted many voters with his golden Midas touch
Brought in many voters; independents, RINOS too
Grasping for a welcome change for anything that's new
He won the nomination though he didn't make much sense
Better an outspoken ignorant than establishment that's dense
Now we have a liar and an ego maniac
I'm sure that either one that wins will have this country's back
OLD AND NEW 1 : CIRCUS
Giraffe on anxious heels
bought in Sandton, toddle
along with intense haste
a dream point unheard
lipstick smudges, mascara
leaks of AK47 dust she rifled
Bullfrog madly croaks
vying for a place in a stagnant
pool, scoffing brandied chocolate
pinched nerves, heart infested
throat on a tightrope
Is the net below safe ?
Doe dark-eyed, hips to sink
into, marbled beauty stuck
in corner stage believing that
the circle offered freedom, unable
to move for want of a thatched
roofed house, chrysanthemumed
Lions and lionesses rounded pillars
new regal maned performers
late for debate, entrance timed
for a precise shapely attack
on buck across the atrium who
practiced prances early morning
In the middle stood Pharaoh
with invisible crook and flail
a sleek panther serpent eyed
veils of disinterest, ears on end
at plebs in the arena, acts like
phantoms danced along a
smooth mental screen
Fidget they would on
maroon re-upholstered
benches over which not
even Bach could flow
mints popping pockets
On the horizon they
disappeared into an African
circus becoming marula trees
on our border
©GhairoDanielsPoetry1996
He was calling her who was calling him who had been
thinking about her who had been thinking about him who
wanted to maybe have dinner with her who had picked a
cozy little restaurant to nonchalantly suggest to him who
doubted he had a chance with her who couldn’t really
imagine why she would interest him who had had to
blowtorch his cold feet to call her who was battling
hyperactive butterflies because she had never been the
type to make the first move until she met him who hadn’t
been able to focus on anything but her who had been having
daydreams day and night about him who was already
forgetting his well-rehearsed opening lines while calling her
who was blushing a radioactive scarlet while calling him
who was half-expecting a “Sorry? Who?” from her who was
ready to bail at the first sign of disinterest from him who
then heard the busy signal and figured some guy with a
fast car must be wooing her who heard the busy signal and
assumed some girl prettier than herself must be cooing at
him who hung up the phone and decided to pick another
time to call her who clicked off the phone with a sigh of relief
and never got brave enough again to call him who by and by
abandoned the idea of calling her.
Form:
Bassoon's over eagerness often
made it's social awkwardness
more awareable
aloofness or disinterest, often
lacking eye contact
fidgeting, or over-monitoring
their own behavior the cantars
mindfulness to stay present
approaches designed to make
interactions feel more comfortable
and natural.
Being the "fifth wheel in your own relationship"
typically means feeling like an unnecessary,
third-party addition rather than an equal partner
This often happens due to a power imbalance,
emotional disconnect, or when an outside third
party seeking or a power play
. When somesong or some songs
deliberately puts themselves
in appealing or high-attention environments
to manipulate others into thinking
they are highly desired.
As the business's closure loomed in the distance,
Anxiety gripped me tightly, a relentless insistence.
Late-night thoughts birthed migraines, a sleepless affair,
The shop had been more than a store; it was friendships we'd share.
Evenings converged, weekends embraced at the store's cozy nook,
I couldn't fathom it all disappearing with a single closing book.
But for a moment, a glimmer of hope did appear,
In a friend, not just any, but a love sincere.
She'd been the beacon, the reason I'd smile,
I believed she'd support me through any trial.
A shoulder to lean on, a hand to wipe tears,
Oh, how mistaken I was, as my heart faced its fears.
The calls turned silent, like a fading star's light,
Texts arrived tardily, replies devoid of their usual might.
Answers grew brief, disinterest reared its head,
My heart ached profoundly, but faith I still spread.
If I, your sister Jill, were Alice, and you, my brother Bill, were Rabbit, and if I asked you, "How long was forever", and you answered me with, "Sometimes just one second,* and if you, cousin Jonnie, said that you had a dream about a house with a thousand rooms, I for one would think that we three knew something, though not much, about a few things in the Bible which speaks much about eternity, and how mere seconds with God are not seconds that we could even remotely comprehend, and about many mansions or rooms in our Father's House, though far more than a thousand, being reserved for us, and I'd also say that we three were on to something big. You see, to speak of the words 'forever and second' in the same sentence would be rather inappropriate and tantamount to sarcasm, and a house with a thousand rooms would have to be heaven because it would not be a thing of reason in this our world so finite and so filled with people so separated and disconnected both by space and disinterest.
013120cjPoSpCtest, The Meld Of Muses, Craig Cornish. *As per contest rules, this poem is based on two muses melded into one: Muse #1 - Louis Carrol wrote - Alice, "How long is forever". Rabbit, "Sometimes just one second". Muse #2 - The house with a thousand rooms.
The powers,
the powers 'that be'
wish to thank you
for your on-going servitude,
for your compliance,
conformity,
acquiescence,
gullibility,
subservience,
apathy,
disinterest,
inattention,
and your willful or blind ignorance.
We gratefully accept
your abject submission
as we strive to eradicate
all opposition
and discussion.
You are the very best of sheep,
the most loyal of lambs.
We applaud your
naiveté and lack of interest
in our secretive regime.
We keep your secrets
so you do not have to.
May you continue to serve us
as we
subject,
bamboozle,
hornswoggle,
flimflam,
demonize,
pander,
patronize,
denigrate,
dismiss,
disrespect,
defame.
derogate,
discount,
dishonor,
disparage,
vilify,
slander,
mislead,
misuse,
misdirect,
misinform,
malign,
smear,
conceal,
cover-up
and deceive you all.