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It was such an uneventful day today
Tonight, I want to prove otherwise
To my Father above, but maybe someday
It's a windy night in the desert...walking tonight would be rather unwise…
It was such an unremarkable day
Tonight, I need to pray away the pain
That's been kept concealed in my heart of stone...I, alone, can't stand this dreariness - no way!
It's a windy night in the desert…I'm wishing for rain instead not to go down the drain
It's such a mundane time for me inside my cranium
It's a mind-numbing numbness I can't quite fathom
Stimulate me with your serenity and everything in between
I'm as dry and worn-out as dust on your clothing, left unseen
Banal words and worthlessness irks me at times like these…
I'm bothered to the extreme, so I want to let go of my worries
In the brisk desert breeze
To set you and I at ease
I've become wearisome and alone lately…
Frankly blind as well as smiling miserably
Please save me from my lonesome state of mind
Please give me back meaning in life, so I can find…so I can find...
Solace for my fragile feet to run to,
Happiness for my fingers to brew,
Progress to make and to freely undo,
And Peace for my hyperactive mind of rue
God will give it to me in due time, in due time
His kindness is as ripe as fresh fruit in its prime
But, this ugly sorrow is like grime upon my soul
You're still beautiful today and tomorrow as a whole
I'm sorry that I wasn't productive in this short life
I'm wanting freedom and liberty away from strife
I spent my time on my pleasures and foolish leisure
Instead, I should have looked up to You and be mature
I'm just a tedious, hideous and preposterous beast before the dawn; dusk is gone,
Left on my own in this castle, filled with coldhearted lies in which I feast upon
I made a good impression on the Lord this afternoon, doing nothing but troublesome ways...
I gave up trying to do what is right in the past like a buffoon, doing ridiculous tricks for silly praise
I am not a circus buffoon for all to simply laugh at
I am not a beast that is neglected and alone
I am not a foolish man or a reckless and dirty rat
I am just a boy who wasted time on his phone..
Act Three - the nap
Naptime was uneventful. The girls didn’t show up. The dog snores. He drools. The pillowcase is a brownish, water stained, Picasso-esque masterpiece.
Act Four - table for three
Dogs are omnivorous, they will eat anything that hits the floor. The cat is more selective. It will use a single claw to remind him of its likes and dislikes. If it is rare steak the cat will use several claws and a paw to guide his hand from plate to gaping maw. The dog will pretend it is sleeping and drool in anticipation. If he opens a can of tuna he believes that the cat will have an ****** as it claws his leg. The three of them eat a highly protein(aka-meat)-centric diet.
John G. Lawless
©4/28/2023
In the classroom of the Cosmos
Experience is the just and thoughtful Master.
She taxes us to teach us strength,
plays silent games to teach us laughter.
How can we scorn Her wisdom,
and cry She's been unfair, if
the Lessons bring us closer
to the Truth of who we really are?
It's so much easier not to strive
for the etheric and vaporous Light,
for peaceful pondering amidst clamoring thoughts,
To gather a quivering bold and brilliant insight.
Less challenging it is to let the lessons pass
By simply ignoring the glaring truth and
pretending we don't see the signs
reflecting the sacred, simple path.
We can promise to set our hands to work
upon some far-flung, unspecific day,
and waste a lifetime gathering petty lines
for our childish, uneventful play.
Unless we stretch and really reach
for Knowledge, and the meaning behind it's veil,
We're dull and drained of vigor,
Sick of soul and rancor swells.
There's no light to bring the blush of youth,
To placid cheeks afraid of candor;
No spring enchanted steps to dance
or sparkling laughter filled eyes reflecting splendor.
Within each painful moment,
a chance to awaken sleeps.
Breathlessly charge the day and
embrace the lessons that it keeps!
Copyright © Chula Fleming 10/16/2012
“Let me rant and let me ramble, you’re looking at a lunatic in shambles.”
~' Let me be' by The Mighty Mighty BossTones
Do you ever feel hot, palms sweating?
your hands and feet burning
your heart benumbed
and yet, you feel a chill
running through your body.
When you look back and
see mostly an uneventful life
and see only a foreboding haze ahead?
When all the religions and the scriptures
all the philosophical treaties
and all the political maneuvering,
The social and moral proprieties
that you adhered to all your life
now seems to appear nothing but a farce.
All the passions and the obsessions
the ideals and the ambitions of your life
they all come roaring back
like the waves of the sea at high tide
and then quietly recede
leaving behind
a troubled and cynical soul in shambles.
~04/09/23
~Contest: Writing Challenge 'S' words
~Sponsor: Constance La France
‘Twas the night before Christmas,
and once in my bed,
no visions of anything
danced in my head.
The night – uneventful -
no kids bothered me.
No sound of small feet
rushing out to the tree!
My husband lay snoring
at least until ten.
I put on some TV
just waiting for when
my daughter, her spouse,
and their kids (older now)
would show up for dinner -
the meat from a cow!
No turkey, no ham.
I much prefer beef.
My son-in-law’s vegan.
I’d feed him a leaf.
There’s not much unwrapping
of gifts any more.
It’s more likely gift cards
that teens all adore.
Gift cards for movies
or things at some store
and inside of envelops,
money galore.
Gone are the days
of wrapping all night
toys for the kiddies,
and I guess that’s all right.
It sure took forever
to have to exert
energy wrapping. . .
it made my back hurt!
But in a few years,
wee girls and wee boys
(great-grand-kids) I’ll see
ripping wrapping off toys!
Dec. 2, 2019 for Joseph May's the 'The Night Before 2' Poetry Contest
Walking to class with an expectation not allowed for the innocent.
An uneventful day was expected, but never promised.
My intention as pure as could be with the expectation of the same from a weary society.
Graduation within reach keeps my sanity intact for yet another day.
As I walk to the lunchroom I smell a mixture of meat and cordite that suppress my appetite.
Running from the sounds of horror to a false safety shall be my undoing.
Why can't I unhear the screams from my peers that perforate my ears?
Why can't I unsee the hate that introduced my fate?
I've wronged no one to deserve such an end to a story barely began.
If nothing else I pray that the torment of those left behind can give some peace to another of their kind.
Swath of pristine tractless snow white landscape...
tell tale sign where
winter storm Demi left her mark.
Beautiful and bountiful visual scene
(seldom seen around
tri-state geographic area
for quite a few years,
where temperate global warming
spelled unseasonably warm winters)
trumps the inauguration
for breathtaking view.
Immaculate conception birthed
awesome aesthetic spectacular
blinding heavenly creation.
I feel humbled
as an infinitesimal know nothing
wrought into existence
courtesy billions of years
evolutionary fits and starts,
and will exit stage door left
barely impacting the cosmic schema.
Memories accumulated across
six plus decades astride oblate spheroid
upon sixty plus shades of gray matter
sights and sounds transiently,
yet indelible impressions lasted a lifetime
eventually taken to the grave,
(or rather more eco-friendly crematorium),
which lovely bones once reduced to ashes
will leave nary a trace videre licet,
where joys and sorrows
dwelt within mine temple mount
unbeknownst to humanity
unless one attests to spiritus mundi
housing each and every personal record
that livingsocial (and more often
as an egalitarian, latitudinarian, proletarian,
solitudinarian, and unitarian) did emboss,
though uneventful existence,
would find any incorporeal passerby to gloss
tittering at reputation as spindleshanks
no doubt resulting
where chromosomes and genes
of interspecie breeding did intercross,
yet leaving some lucky *****sapiens
descendents of simian forebears
with eye catching physical characteristics
cases in point Heidi Kloss
or the waifish
former supermodel Kate Moss
testimony that either the former
or latter pleasing specimens
fortified with raw bits,
(and maybe even smattering
Norwegian bachelor farmers
big strapping men's bloodline
rumored heifer and angus outcross),
whose claim to eternal fame popularized,
and brought them renown fame
linkedin to "aphrodisiac hidden oomph"
of powder milk biscuits) sic erat scriptum.
Oh! No. I won’t wait until you’re seriously terminally sick
Or to expire in order to send you bouquets of ritzy flowers
Today is indeed the time, the hour to stand above the big brick
To show my love amidst the hubbub of seasoneless showers.
You are profoundly loved, dear colorful and calm princess
You are always on my mind, in my guts, my heart and my soul
You are always on top of the unbiased poll, on my pole
And I love you with an incredible passion since you are the best.
I want to give you a garden jammed full of exotic flowers
And invite gobs of colorful rainbows to dazzle you daily
While exposing my love despite of a series of uneventful hours.
Oh! It’s rewarding, classy and marvelous to celebrate joyfully
Under the pristine blue sky. It’s our anniversary, let’s enjoy life
To the fullest. Let’s move on, forget the sad past and the vile rife.
Copyright © August 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
I sense and feel mystique of its appeal
In vibrant, verdant, blossoming spring,
Splendorous prairies undulating breeze,
Resplendent falling of autumnal leaves,
Glacial winds bemoaning a frozen sigh,
A cerulean terpsichore of ocean tides~
I sense and feel, yet can’t cage its wings.
Purposeful, evocative, musings unwind
When elixir of missives invigorates mind
In tears of joy glittering mother’s eyes,
Holding hand of father, an innocent smile,
Hungry bawls tearing impoverished lands,
Cheers echoing hopes of clapping hands,
Grievous calls unleashed by fate unkind,
An uneventful existence berating its grind.
Though I pretend to reign world of words
And impute resonance to songs of birds
And conjure kisses from lovelorn woes
And dare personifying feelings of stone,
I struggle in thoughts to stage my show
Striving to rhyme verses stubbornly prose
Dawdling daydreams of poetic meadows
Attributing forms to shapeless shadows
Clueless of the exit from wordless throes.
Ah! dear reader, the poet in you knows,
Much alike an eagle boundless in freedom
Flight of artistry I’m unable to control,
Passions of its symphony, I do not own,
Depth of its ocean shall remain unknown.
August 12, 2021
My love for my dad, this is how this pen goes, I often
speculate often to myself about his whereabouts? My
love for my dad.
Vague memories, and his lack of presence in my childhood
Dad, I'm sure you attempted to do your best. My love for
My dad.
Overwhelmed with questions about the unknown of uneventful circumstances, situations beyond's a innocent
child I plead not guilty, A letter to my dad
I often question myself was I at fault? Why wasn't always
in my life, My love for my dad.
My childhood I was very curious and say to myself
that I could fix my parents situation and play the game
Parent trap that backfired, My love for my dad.
Life has been full of challenges and defeats dad did try.
My love for my dad.
Our recall our last conversation he mentioned to me that the Bible stands for basic, instructions, before leaving, earth. My love for my dad.
Then I received a dreadful phone that my dad has transitioned, that still reminds me until this day. My
love for my dad.