I don’t understand people who sacrifice their fun and freedom to appear with self control that only knows of shame beneath them
the ones dressed up in expensive clothes
who stand around all prim and proper
looking down their nose at those
found lower on the social ladder
They’re terrified you’ll realise they’re absolutely useless
they provide a sense of pride whilst making daft excuses
they’ll talk a game of expert claims but you won’t see them do this
they’ll speak their mind in hindsight times to hide they are recluses
their character will alter
to fit who they are talking too
saying what they oughta
regardless of what they think true
They try to act mature thinking mature would never laugh
they try to seem assured but listen closely they sound daft
they’ll be the first to tell you of the skill sets that they have
they call it LDE and there’s a lot of it in Bath
And LDE won’t recognise it acts the way it’s sized
always overcompensating always on the rise
always competing always thinking there’s a prize
always acting like they’re not they’re wearing a disguise.
Categories:
recluses, character, life, people, psychological,
Form: Rhyme
You’re never more than six feet from a spider,
And this includes your car, beneath your seat.
Though you may find him an unwelcome rider,
It’s likely because there is stuff to eat.
They’re normally an easy-going house guest,
Though widows and recluses cause much harm.
My intellect says leaving them is best;
My spidey-sense still triggers the alarm.
I think it’s ‘cuz they seem so other-worldly,
Like some genetic freak from outer space.
I always feel like I’m being invaded
When they are scurrying about the place.
And if, upon your face, at night they crawl,
Then strip the bed and set fire to it all.
Categories:
recluses, scary,
Form: Sonnet
always about me
certainly no need for we
much better alone
ample anguish to bemoan
no one else here disagrees
though rather subtly
talk with me regularly
nobody to intercede
always stick to my own needs
resentments usually
no one else will win
is that really such sin
to tilt the wager
to being in my favor
never need to be chagrined
no need concealing
this ego needs some healing
recluses survive
unwanted dead or alive
we are no slaves to feelings
Categories:
recluses, absence, angst, appreciation, feelings,
Form: Tanka
Remember the emperor
In Japan, especially in Tokyo, people are a strange mix of efficiency.
Young people are adolescents until they are forty living in an aspic
of western pop culture that does not exist anymore; when their parents die
they either grow up or become recluses unable to cope with the world.
The older generation did well and there are many of them like shingles
in the emperor’s driveway.
Japan had a meltdown 12 years ago which was good for the country
people have less haste and go to karaoke cafes once a week singing
a sentimental song about lonely cowboys.
I was in Nagasaki once, just as Nippon was rising on the financial firmament
but got too close to the sun.
I was amazed how quickly the scars of the nuclear had physically healed
but mentally, there must be a corner in their psyche
that can´t forget and will find revenge one day in the land of the rising sun.
Categories:
recluses, absence, anti bullying, blessing,
Form: Blank verse
Swayed I am by your sound taste
Amongst a sea of recluses
Against the hands of time we race
To stifle ignorance with nooses
Oh, how you stroke my rib cage
Laughter shaping countless voids
Revamping happiness for the age
Before they gambled ertswhile ploys
A heap of debris I'd be
Swept by carcinogenic draughts
Without you assured I'd seethe
A damn not given be it daft
Categories:
recluses, passion,
Form: Sonnet
When the whispers of dusk dissipates rapidly,
And the whiskers of dawn displays happily,
The lath of life deals dew on sodden grace.
In the glare of blazing beam will the sun
Surmise above uncertainty to declare the fore.
Mellow hands are reclined in graceful supplication
For what you bear ahead the bare sane recluses.
But when the ears of primal reel meticulously adhere,
The grid of lines hovering on heels will melifluosly adorn.
Categories:
recluses, dedication
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Heed the red hour glass
Not her taut, tightly-spun web
A widow maker
Recluses in dark spaces
Lingering for love-lost prey
Categories:
recluses, animals, nature
Form: Tanka
humpf zap zarathustra honks
jingle jangle splash
shiin
doki doki
pada pada
clunk clank crash
snore snore
.......snore
tick tock tick
bang bang bang
ROAR
shiin silence
Categories:
recluses, confusion
Form: Free verse
It began with acoustics
The heart started to strum
A season designed for recluses
To play their autumn songs.
Fathered green and rustling
The last trembling leaf falls
Adding to the emotion
Of sounds born out of trees.
Nature plays with music
Swallowing the vine and breath
Reds and browns colliding
Into a crescendo of fresh soil.
Categories:
recluses, natureautumn,
Form: I do not know?