Doing
seems as moving
then~nothing is
moving~nothing
Doing~~
If
separation seems
and most would
say it does~but
the word "seems"
is nothing seeming
as separation~ a
wake-up call for
no one~~
Not
knowing is
a conventional term
for unease with a
desperate need
for a fix~
which seems to
veil a suggested
freedom to know
and not know~~
Nothing
doing
renders an
appearance of
doing~~
Folly
A game the fools
Play thinking they wise
Finding pleasure
In nothing doing nothing
Endlessly ripping another.
Instant gratification
Their goals
Can do anything
To you for the top
Instead for you
To the top.
Creepy acts
Them actions
Selfishness them route
Without discernment
Riding on another
Instead with
Be aware of them folly.
not going well
this
i've got a tattoo of a butterfly on my right cheek
it will remain there til monday morning
there's a bouncy castle and a bubble machine
i'm smacking the hell out of the piñata on my daughter's behalf
but nothing doing
talking about industry and carbon emissions with the only other dad
test cricket and the weather
watermelon, pizza, and happy birthday
rainbows, unicorns and pass the parcel
balloons, bracelets and paw patrol plastic plates
but has anyone
heard the version of
Heroin on the
Rock 'n' Roll Animal album?
Here I sit, the screen is blank
Nothing is coming to mind
I search and search my tiny brain
For a theme of any kind
Nothing doing, my brain is numb
It's happened to me before
When it happens panic takes over
I pace up and down the floor
Wait a minute something's coming
A brain fart is on it's way
I know the feeling all too well
Cataclysmic, I'd have to say
I frantically type as verses flow
Don't stop me I'm in the zone
It's a weird creative frenzy I'm in
My brain is functioning on my own
As words begin to fill the screen
Can't believe what my eyes do see
A poem appears just like bloody magic
And it's signed by little old me
Now tell me how this happens I beg
This brain fart phenomenon
Wish I could really get control of it
It's appears and then it's gone!
I thought about doing something yesterday
But it got away from me, the thought
So I did nothing….but think
About the thought
of doing something
While doing…..
John G. Lawless
©12/5/2022
Here I sit, the screen is blank
Nothing is coming to mind
I search and search my tiny brain
For a theme of any kind
Nothing doing, my brain is numb
It's happened to me before
When it does I panic and sweat
I pace up and down the floor
Wait a minute something's coming
My brain freeze disappears where it lay
I know the feeling all too well
It's cataclysmic, I'd have to say
I frantically type as verses flow
Don't stop me now I'm in the zone
It's a weird creative frenzy I'm in
My brain is not my own
As words begin to fill the screen
Can't believe just what I see
A poem appears just like magic
And it's signed by little old me
Now tell me how this happens
This brain freeze phenomenon
I wish I could get control of it
It appears and then it's gone!
equality of doing..
perhaps radical
but resonance seems
as beauty and freedom..
no separation
as appearances are
nothing
nothing doing..thus
doing appears as
everywhere equal
and not equal..
war and peace
seem to be
expressing this...
He goes through each day
obsessing over how to
increase his earnings.
Times are hard.
He's drowning in debt;
his bills gradually piling up.
Creditors bug him so much,
he feels like screaming;
soon landlord will come knocking.
He consolidated his loans;
it hasn't made much of a difference
He asked his boss for overtime,
nothing doing.
He applied for a second job,
no dice. He's still waiting for a call back.
He wants to start a home business,
but doesn't enough start up cash.
Desperation is gradually setting in.
He's put unneeded clothes
on consignment,
he's holding garage sale,
rationing food,
clipping coupons,
exercising for free,
shopping in thrift stores,
bicycling to work
and he's cut cable television
down to basic. Anything...
to decrease his spending.
Date written: 03/09/2021
Moi Royale
If I call you thousand times daily doesn't mean I have enough airtime to waste, its just that I love hearing your sweet voice,
If I visit you countless times doesn't mean I have nothing doing at home , its just that I love looking into your pretty little eyes,
Any time I argue with you doesn't mean I have difficulty in understanding, its just that you look more beautiful when angry,
Those times I stole kisses from you doesn't mean I was shy to ask, its just that kisses stolen from you tastes better,
You are worth thinking of,you are worth loving. That's why you always run through my mind,the thought of you brings joy to my heart,
A minute spent with you is like decades. Too much of everything is bad but too much of your love is the best thing that ever happened to me,
I might not be the most handsome guy on earth but believe me I am the one for you till death do us part,
I don't have much, but since you are my Princess am ever ready to sign in your name all my wills and assets.
Poet: Isaac Asante
Tittle: Moi Royale (My Royal)
Date: 7/2/19
https://www.poetrysoup.com/me/isaacasantepoems
@Fb: Trapking Tales
Determined, armed
with Evidence!
Global Warming Warriors
Man the barricades
Sound the alarm
Storm the fortresses
LOWER CO2 EMISSIONS!!
ELIMINATE FOSSIL FUELS
(But not in China or India
--Nothing doing there)
The Heavens look down--
Don Quixote & Sancho Panza
jousting at windmills--
and grin
Forest fires rage ... Tornadoes
Hurricanes ... Tsunamis ...
Glacier-melt
We grimace ... Heaven grins
...Who loses?
...Who wins?
Here I sit, the screen is blank
Nothing is coming to mind
I search and search my tiny brain
For a theme of any kind
Nothing doing, my brain is numb
It's happened to me before
When it happens panic takes over
I pace up and down the floor
Wait a minute something's coming
A brain fart is on it's way
I know the feeling all too well
Cataclysmic, I'd have to say
I frantically type as verses flow
Don't stop me I'm in the zone
It's a weird creative frenzy I'm in
My brain is functioning on my own
As words begin to fill the screen
Can't believe what my eyes do see
A poem appears just like bloody magic
And it's signed by little old me
Now tell me how this happens I beg
This brain fart phenomenon
Wish I could really get control of it
It's appears and then it's gone!
© Jack Ellison 2015
Here I sit, the screen is blank
Nothing is coming to mind
I search and search my tiny brain
For a theme of any kind
Nothing doing, my brain is numb
It's happened to me before
When it happens panic takes over
I pace up and down the floor
Wait a minute something's coming
A brain fart is on it's way
I know the feeling all too well
Cataclysmic, I'd have to say
I frantically type as verses flow
Don't stop me I'm in the zone
It's a weird creative frenzy I'm in
My brain is functioning all on my own
As words begin to fill the screen
Can't believe what my eyes do see
A poem appears just like bloody magic
And it's signed by little old me
Now tell me how this happens I beg
This brain fart phenomenon
Wish I could really get control of it
It's appears and then it's gone!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Here I sit, the screen is blank
Nothing is coming to mind
I search and search my tiny brain
For a theme of any kind
Nothing doing, my brain is numb
It's happened to me before
When it does I panic and sweat
I pace up and down the floor
Wait a minute something's coming
A brain fart is on it's way
I know the feeling all too well
It's cataclysmic, I'd have to say
I frantically type as verses flow
Don't stop me I'm in the zone
It's a weird creative frenzy I'm in
My brain is not my own
As words begin to fill the screen
Can't believe just what I see
A poem appears just like magic
And it's signed by little old me
Now tell me how this happens
This brain fart phenomenon
I wish I could get control of it
It's appears and then it's gone!
©Jack Ellison 2012
Looking for one reason to live this life
A life I dreadfully despise
Searching….searching, but no results found
So I think I should just throw in the towel
So I get down on my knees
Ready to end it all
Sobbing loudly
Breathing deeply
At a distance
So no one sees me
Hands on the weapon
Ready to let go
Ready…aim….fire
But something says no
Nothing doing
I try again but it’s not moving
I wonder why
I can’t even do this right
Then I hear a voice in the back of my mind
A voice I remember
A voice so dear to me
A voice so familiar
A voice that’s always apart of me
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