Long Pastime Poems

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Mundanity Doth Not Spell Ennui

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.
Form: Narrative


Premium Member Aphorism Plus: Coconut Grove Nightclub Fire

Aphorism Plus                   “How Long Did I Dream”by Lou Breese and His 
Version:                            Orchestra, 1942, vocals by Jean Williams:

The first time                     How long did I dream?
that I saw you                    How long did I sigh?
was across the                   How long did I scheme
crowded room.                   To make you mine?

You walked in                     How long did I yearn?
a tight tiny door                  How long did I pray?
took your hand                   How long did I learn
cutup dance floor                To love you this way?
sardines in a can.

Crazy got crazier                 I thought that I'd forget you,
the front rush up                 But I never did.
the back was there              I thought that I'd regret you,
and we all got stuck            But I never did.
in a middle square.

We closed our eyes              How long did I dream?
the gals and guys                How long did I cry?
in the confusion                   How long did I scheme
its just an illusion                 To make you mine?

Twas our pastime
yours and mine
we were extreme
and all is fine
I seem to deem
the dance theme
“How Long Did I Dream”
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Thinking About My Pets

Most of the time I am thinking about my pets
Pets others have dumped out 
Pets who should probably have therapy but don’t.

One of them is a large pony dog we named Buddy.
He was dumped two months ago; he chews up everything.
Memory foam mattress, shoes, boots, sandals, balls, 
bones, doggie chews, doggie toys, spoons, snow scrapers,
spatula handles, cardboard boxes, mouse traps, rulers,
fly swatters, and the lids off of plastic bottles.

Another is my new kitty Nemo who I struggled to get to the vet
for her shots on Saturday only to discover I had brought my cat Shark.
Nemo looks exactly like Shark only half his weight.
He fought me like a tiger when I was pushing him into a kitty carrier.

My other dog Sophie Helen is a worry; when I hear her squeaking
I know that Buddy is bothering her. He is ten times her size-
a giant galoot, and super impulsive.

My children are all grownup; my grandchildren have their friends now.
And their cars, so my time is spent thinking about my pets.
It is a delightful pastime, and they make life worthwhile.
Form: Narrative

I Was Made By People

I don’t write this for feed back or reaction 
as it's not my need too feel satisfaction 
I haven't invested nor look to progress
I'm just restless with rhymes ink press
them to an instrumental that's all
not a fool seeking approval to go professional
I don’t see or hear responses 
your thoughts are not on my conscience
I dont care if you hate it or like it
it's all cheese to me grated or sliced bits 
tastes the same on pizzas after ovens melt it
just a dried up felt tip impolitely 
drawing on the wall your boring common ite-ey
the world gave me a crippling anxiety
which has removed me from society 
if you want to see me act uncomfortably 
all you need is to say a compliment to me 
Cus me and you are completely apart 
you need them while I stay apart
I'm just messing because technology is at hand
but I'm sure this pastime is hard to understand
I sit at home writing for therapy 
spared a want to care what they think of me
Everyday alone blind never lose a blink of sleep 
opinions they pin on me stay unseeked 
I just ink in my seat to sooth my heartbeat 
so you’re a fool if you think it’s done for approval
I ain’t like you I ain’t usual 
so to think I want feed back
when I dont need that 
if given an elevated social status 
I'd evacuate free to a place more spacious 
however to the 2 faces who were loyal undoubtedly 
but quick to doubt and skip out on me, skidaddle 
once a friend revealed as a traitor 
see you later mate aint worth hating 
I've awakened to truth stated 
plus your company's overrated 
so don't come with me or after 
after friendship breaking cus if I'm not mistaken 
you said to everyone I make up stories
the blagger of Bath known for blagging bad on the ordinary
blagging like a bag carries baguettes in France
saying I'm mentally unstable while you compulsively lie
and I've quit chronic while you're still on it daily 
5 years ago I quit yet I'm bonkers well maybe 
yet plonkers believe how you describe me so clearly
I'll never forgive you for saying I make things up
we were like family and you totally mucked it up
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

You Made This, This Is the Last Poem About It

You say I’ll never brake you, I don’t intend too, these your mistakes back for take two, now rank forsakes you, you thick plank I hate you,
a war you forced changes course while you stay with no remorse stripped of resources no reliant source to call on when fallen no authority to report on no longer important or potent just undefended  and open fully exposed at the forefront, oh no, you can’t fail and fail again like last time when it was your pastime because it lasted time, pastime what a sad life, a mangled mind trying all angles but denied fully committed mind applied, failure, denied, failure but failure don’t faze you it’s just your nature why did you have to make me hate ya!
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member My Long Lost Youth

Oh for the days of my long lost youth
Making paper airplanes, watching em glide
Looping like barnstorming pilots of the 30s
Above the tree tops like birds they fly

Our imagination never saw paper airplanes
We saw ourselves as pilots on board
Soaring skyward with not a worry in the world
We could even hear the engines roar

Another favourite pastime was climbing trees
Just like masts on a pirate ship
Looking out on the ocean with a telescope
A musket hanging from my hip

Another fantasy, being a famous hockey star
Heard the cheering of adoring fans
Dreaming at night, scoring the winning goal
No more school, no more final exams

Oh for the old days, hmm perhaps I'll rethink that
It's pretty damn good from where I sit
Each stage in life has it's own special happening
Now? I'm happy as a piggy in !!!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Bananas Wagged His Name

1.  ? OK, I'm good to go ...
2.  Satirical, ironic, quick wit, = critics fave +/-
3.  Dad's magical, handcrafts a buck into luck plus 2 birds in a bush, $0.01 
     land + $0.99 houses--1950s+->. Mom's an honest woman, she married 
     Dad's $$ since she's a BIG spender--fed the starved, clothed the poor, 
     housed the homeless, OMG--oh, and Him too--He got the most.
4.  The Word, its Exposure, and unafraid using ingenious efforts gifting His   
     truth to the masses. (Inked signs breath divine)
5.  A past erases, a present tense being dealt, hopes in a future, and yon...
6.  Lose those closest, here and there--bits of me, and the word just outright.
7.  My publications grow, family successes, and talk of those pastime--in their 
     presence. 
8.  Time be toned down, time an instant's measurable, and time when they 
     say, "Good night," ... and it is. 
9.  USA's 50th State, Hawaii. Birthplace/Souper Tag Name, 'Hilo' (Sight may
     affect pronunciation, High Low--an error. Its enunciation is, HEE-low.)
10. LAST NAME: (note the Haw'n accents)
      WhatPleaserepeatyournameslowlyandpronouneitclearlythankyou 
      SUFFIX: 
      Iamsosorrymaybeweshouldtryspellingitstartingwiththefristalphabet
 
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Ancestral ties to climes' worth, heeds adaptive skills mid moving change as focus stead our needs; rabbits to tusked boars, oysters to tiger sharks -- pets were a deterrent, as animals were downed. My family and I, absent to time and place, we had a white Labrador, Bananas, was dearly loved for 17 years.
Form: Bio

Premium Member Long Beach

Crisp Spring day
          winds gusting
birds on beach

The West End
          where Artists aspire
to live their dreams

Strolling Boardwalk
          regulars pass by
enjoying rhythm

Daily excursions
          through turmoil
and jubilant feelings

Fog rolls in
          under a sprinkle
Ocean in a tempest

Sun breaks through
          during lackluster afternoon
children playing

Cell phone rings
          friendly voice
amidst chaos

Baseball season starts
          America's pastime
frigid eve

Another dawn
          breaks monotony
anxiety pesters

Spring snowfall imminent
          insomnia strikes
Is it natural?

A child is an angel
          my flesh and blood
sleeping peacefully

Video games galore
          when you hang
with a 14 year old.
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Happy As Poop

Oh for the days of my long lost youth
Making paper airplanes, watching em glide
Looping like barnstorming pilots of the 30s
Above the tree tops like birds they fly

Our imagination never saw paper airplanes
We saw ourselves as pilots on board
Soaring skyward with not a worry in the world
We could even hear the engines roar

Another favourite pastime was climbing trees
Just like masts on a pirate ship
Looking out on the ocean with a telescope
A musket hanging from our hip

Another fantasy, being a famous hockey star
Heard the cheering of adoring fans
Dreaming at night, scoring the winning goal
No more school, no more final exams

Oh for the old days, hmm perhaps I'll rethink that
It's pretty damn good from where I sit
Each stage in life has it's own special happening
Now? I'm happy as a piggy in !!!
Form: Rhyme

To Stella, To Stars

Lonesome moment fades by time
The awakening or my past sublime
L'ho provato sulla mia pelle
Or just maybe
L'amor che move il sole e l' altre stelle
Shines forth
The you and me
Like pleiades could be
The apple polishing of your smile
You sailed fervor under favor of cloudless skies
I could catch you from a million times
Because you're my winning festone
Simply looking in your eyes
To Stella
Cupidity exists in dreams
Your the pastime in between
I am born out of nothing
Love is faith and fate is mean
To love you is everything I could ever do
Your the light that I keep
To Stella, that's all I believe...
© Amor Otong  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

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