Long Mundanity Poems
Long Mundanity Poems. Below are the most popular long Mundanity by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Mundanity poems by poem length and keyword.
Nor do I feel free
akin to noble savage
(gratis to Jean Jacques Rousseau)
completely unfettered, and able lee
to fend off unseen banshee,
comically swatting for all to see,
though today February Eighth,
2019 quite similar (i.e. dime
a dozen) to many previous twenty
four hour blocks of time,
herewith metering poetic testimony
hashing out another rhyme,
I feel considerably less mindful,
as if complicit in a major crime,
(yes absolutely more remorseful
regarding entire lifetime
of indifference) prime
err rilly linkedin into call lapsed
shoulder shrug, shrink into self, or
other convenient pantomime
schizoid personality disorder diagnosis,
asper this pronounced emotional detachment
more painfully clear climb
ming pyramid of self actualization -
engendered through longtime
therapy in tandem with
half dozen prescription medications
and cathartic, holistic, therapeutic...pastime
writing poems delving into scarred psyche
aftermath years burned by quicklime
writhing, when aware impacted me now
evincing unrepentant blank affect
behavior couched, established, fostered
during in utero stage, characteristics
manifested by full termtime
tidbits shared by parents chime
how my body tensed
like tightly wound coil before schooltime
reinforced destructive coping skills
resident in this older chap
aroused during bedtime
poking, seeping, violating...dreamtime.
Free will whose
An egoic ruse
Please excuse
Offered clues
The mind body enigma
An outer form we call jiva
Inner layer soul or Atma
All within God or Paramatma
This preamble in place
The line of inquiry we face
From our core at an easy pace
Truth recognised solely by His grace
We the jiva with senses external
Having narrow agendas ephemeral
In joy & sorrow rotation cyclical
Live out a life tragicomical
Our the thus delusion
In myriad of maya borne illusion
Egoic thought fuelling confusion
Mires us in stupor of stagnation
Freedom instant by thought cessation
Resting fear & desire agitation
In restful prayerful meditation
Igniting within divine love bliss elation
However being bound by our own hand
Matrix of life yet we are yet to understand
We ask about free will before we can stand
The light within veiled by mundanity bland
So do we have free will ...
We indeed do if we are still
When divine love in our heart we instil
As the elixir of bliss within overspills
As for destiny
Of mind body entity
There is a blueprint but with no finality
Free will determining turbidity or serenity
When will we be free we hear ourself ask
In effortless stillness getting to the task
Is-ness of presence in joy does bask
Having discarded the ego mask
One day
Any day
Today
Hip hip hooray!
12-September-2020
Within the humanity and inhabitants of Earth
there is an great diversity of human kind . . .
I have met people full of urbanity with polished manners
formally is their official status-
there are many who use their morality and ethics
knowing the difference between good and evil, right and wrong
to help others, they seem able to grasp the reality of any situation
lots of people have great ideas and mentally think good thoughts
that energy and vitality is like a seed that grows
But I have met people unbalanced, deranged and suffering
from insanity it seems, using vulgar words and profanity
there are full of volcanity ready to erupt like a volcano . . .
Have you ever met someone mindless, inanity is their name
they just lack ideas and their everyday life is mundanity
Oh then are those full of fatality, doom and gloom . . .
But the worse people that I avoid are those who
are violent, savage, full of brutality toward all mankind.
_________________________
January 24, 2017
Poetry/Free Verse/People I Have Met
Copyright Protected, ID 17-868-611-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Prior To Commencing Poem, I Dreamt Contretemps Escalating fusillade...
Galvanized hotheaded idealists (jaded
locals - kindled moderates) nursed
oppressive proletarian quavering riot
spearheading triumphant utopian voice...
whether contrived right here and now,
or purportedly fragmented remnant
occuring during REM sleep
beside the point, asper conjuring atypical
bent arising within mindscape,
sans garden variety *****sapien.
he laments instantaneously forgetting
intricate webbed tapestry comprising
unconscious manifestations nearly every time
reluctantly opening eyes,
whereat realistic landscape within noggin
vanishes without any trace
try as I might to induce recall
asper impressive world within
hydroelectric powered illusory windmills,
despite non cacophonous disruption
i.e. natural awakening processes,
yet for the life of me
after effect bruited
within entire body electric,
hence envisions some contrivance
mebbe mental construct
prior to awakening
to captcha essential details.
Ah...mother lode of ore ridge and hill
elusive material could perhaps yield
adequate money order to pay one bill
alleviating penurious state, so I can chill
without succumbing L'chaim going downhill
fast, especially since monthly social security
taken in toto with more'n
one bitter medication prescription pill
(father's little helper) eases panic/anxiety attacks
plaguing yours truly since...reciting
storybook rhyme 'bout Jack and Jill
argh, how an overdose quite tempting
escaping once and for all where little doth fulfill
me, cuz thankfully individual choice of freewill,
not banned by pro life fanatics,
imagining to wrest free millstone
formerly revolutionary war gristmill
sitting idle (billy me) bidding one final goodwill
to deux daring daughters,
ditto same number twisted sisters mentally ill
papa and bro respectively
understandably justifiably, emotionally deserted
detached baby boomer whole existence a standstill
overly cautious livingsocial,
what...repeating mundanity till...
death, a tragi/comic relief.
My credit card has an outstanding balance,
I'm tired of paying interest and fees,
can somebody bail me out, please
my woes are getting deeper than madness
I'm spinning in a frantic dance
while my nightmares are getting worse!
I'm paler than a photom in a Broadway play,
an ordinary guy in a plain shirt and faded jeans,
I go unnoticed by everyone, looking preppy;
and through this chaos of mundanity, I avoid grins!
I robbed Aladdin's lamp and waited,
nothing happened, I wondered
if he invented this alluring fairy tale
to make magic for his greed;
I'm much better than William Tell,
I can shoot an apple from yards away!
Didn't David hit Goliath in the skull
with a stone, I admire his audacity:
he saved lives and avoided a windfall!
My soup is all broth without a single pea,
bees buzz, they smell honey in my hot tea,
at least, I have something to keep me busy.
I catch them with a net, ah, they'd love to bite me!
It's a distraction from my headache and worry!
I'm paler than a phantom in a Broadway Play,
I bought a ticket and decided to drift away
in this swift crowd that's unfriendly, restless, and rude,
yum, food stands smell of hot dogs roasting, I'm wowed!
Holy crap, I'm paler than a photom in a Broadway Play,
my pockets are empty, home is only a few blocks away!
My credit card has
an outstanding balance,
I'm tired of paying
interest and fees;
can somebody
bail me out, please?
My woes are getting
deeper than madness;
I'm spinning
in a frantic dance...
while my nightmares
are getting worse!
I'm paler than a phantom
in a Broadway play,
I am an ordinary guy
in a plaid shirt and faded jeans;
I go unnoticed by everyone
looking so preppy:
and through this chaos
of mundanity aoid grins!
I rubbed Aladdin's lamp
and waited,
I wondered if he had invented
this alluring tale
to make magic his selfish greed;
I'm better than William Tell,
I can shoot an apple
from yards away.
Didn't David
hit Goliath in the skull
with a stone:
I applaud his bravery; he saved
many lives and avoided
a windfall!
My soup is all broth
without a single pea,
bees buzz, they smell
honey in my hot tea;
at least, I have
something to keep me busy.
I catch them with a net,
they'd love to bite me;
it's a great distraction
from headache and worry!
I'm paler than a phantom
in a Broadway play,
I've bought a ticket
to drift away
into that swift crowd
so unfriendly and rude;
yum, I smell hot dogs roasting,
I'm vowed!
I'm paler than a phantom
in a Broadway play,
all I got is my freedom:
my pockets are empty,
home is only blocks away!
Entering upon this amusement park
full of thoughts and dreams,
you see unique makeup upon each face,
different clothing upon each body.
In this sea of teeming life,
nobody remembers you.
Three shots later, you're sitting in the corner,
stubbornly reciting a song of youth,
listening to it dissipate amongst the crowd.
Nobody notices as you whisper a shaky toast.
One to the midday sun, one to the moon,
show me that path of light
and dispel the smoky, toxic fumes.
Let me soar carefree against the wind,
unafraid of ice in my heart and frost over my eyes.
One to home and one to the foreign land,
shield my kindness and help me mature,
so that the road is no longer endless,
so that my soul is no longer homeless.
One to yesterday, another to tomorrow,
support my fragile frame, strengthen my shoulders.
Though I never believed in an everlasting reputation
nor a so-called fairytale,
life is too short to dwell and linger,
so why remember?
Just an uneasy traveler, always on the road,
acting, performing, pretending, never-ending.
A toast to our freedom, a toast to our death,
forgive my mundanity and rip the fog from my head,
because sobriety is insanity,
because when dawn breaks we will all stagger away,
indifferent.
I thought I would try entering Three Contest
With one poem--
MY POETRY SOUP RECIPE
By Cindi Rockwell
A NATURAL METAPHOR
By Jamie Pan
WORD CHALLENGE CONTEST
By Silent One
This should triple my losses,
Just think 3 N/A's for the work of one.
I must be getting lazy or going crazy
but here goes.........
I might seem as nutty as a fruitcake
Or having a slight touch of Insanity
But here's some food for thought, ingredients I've got
Though my recipe for Soup, starts with Humanity
Now, for those who like life a little spicy
I'll add a little dash of profanity
I'm afraid to put to much, for it'll taste like double dutch
And everything I say, just Inanity
I hate to say it, but, I stir the pot
'Cause people who like soup, hate Mundanity
But when the kitchen gets to hot, and I gave it all I've got
I step outside and show some Urbanity
Sometimes, I will burn a dish or two
Hoping that's the only Fatality
Cause if it doesn't rhyme, I'll just add a pinch of thyme
And never taste the flavors of Brutality
It's true I like to add a smirk or giggle
Course, there's times it boils down to reality
So, any way it goes, in your mouth then out your nose
I'm really do not care much for Formality
I tried to make three dishes at a time
To only serve, a half baked Morality
After working, my fingers to the bone
It's clear, I'm no "gourmet" of Mentality
Now everything I make is "Du Jour"
Creating new flavors with Vitality
And if they scorch my entrée, on the way
I hope I never act with Volcantiy
What struck me was your urbanity… which I now see as social profanity.
Our first meeting you filled the room with intellectual vitality
You carried on about substance and morality
You had such a distinct alluring mentality
and you dressed yourself in a triumphant formality
I honestly thought you were the heart of shining humanity
which has made my recent clutch on reality
a crushing blow of brutality
…you are really just ..Self-involved Inanity!
Your charisma is in fact mundanity
You words now spew like vile volcanity
You are a warped melon ball..... of insanity!
and if I did not so fear the worst of worst karmic calamity
I would gladly help you meet…a sudden and quite comical
fatality
(written for Silent One contest 1/23/2017)
HUMANITIES REALITIES
The morality rate is at an all-time low
Disparity runs ramped in the streets
The reality of it all screams out "NO"
While everyone's volcanity seethes in heat
The fatality of decency, the mundanity of life
Lost vitality in heart, mind, body , and soul
The profanity we curse caused by pain and strife
Trying to think with a mentality like a 5 year old
The inanity of our Spirituality is cause for concern
Fearing the brutality of he who holds the keys
The formality in how we all just wait our turn
While people in urbanity walk around on their knees
The insanity of humanity, such a depressive state
Exhausting our veracity beating on one another
The criminality in our belief, the fires burn in hate
Glamourizing the totality of pitting brother against brother
01/25/17