Rut Poems

Rut of Perspective

Are you going to drive after this rain,
Maybe you should wait for it to dry, 
For you will only slide into the same old rut, 
Burrowing this rut deeper and deeper, 
It will guide your tread but at a cost,
The deeper you go the higher the risk,
Risk of being stuck in this rut you are so fond of, 
When it is the rut that keeps us from seeing, 
Seeing other paths meant just for us.

Too late

I woke up morning late,
oh, forsake I hope I’m not late. 
Black Friday! 
It’s that time of year. 
The official season for shoppers is here. 
I hustle simultaneously with rut of shoppers,
on the road flocking to stores and malls,
while some shop by phones making calls.
 To bustle for the best deal to get. 
When prices plummet, the steal is set. 
I shop like it’s a reality game,
to see how much money I save,
does what consider for me to gain.
That too impulsive will bring buyer pain. 
Like a rollercoaster up and down the aisle I peek,
greeting shoppers with smile as I seek. 
The aisles are a ruinous display from shoppers. 
I am in shattered by the fact,
where on the shelves my item lacks. 
I did not consider the timing,
now too late for Christmas finding.

Vincent Van Gogh

His life came to a ruinous end
Plummeted into insanity
The red-bearded painter 
With his self-hatred, despair and desperation for understanding
He drank yellow paint thinking it would make him happy 
Locked up in a mental asylum that would shatter any person’s self-belief
Deceived Vincent cut his earlobe in an unforeseen calamity 
But he channelled the awful torment into beauty
Immaculate and sublime 
To find ecstasy in the ordinary
And in transforming the banal into a magical masterpiece
The Starry Night, Sunflowers, Self-Portrait, The Potato Eaters, Wheatfield with Crows, Irises, The Bedroom in Arles 
Each a genius’s masterstroke into Eternity 
 A jumble of love, sorrow and rage
Painting the canvas in bold strokes as his heart and mind burst into flames
The King of colour, a whisper into the future unheard in his times
He died in a rut with voices all over his mind.
So, he picked up the gun 
And the bullet went straight into his golden heart
Wonder how many colours lost their lives on that day?

Rut, This Rut

this daylight is relentless
the trees are still out there
with their ochre
with their unwavering brace
on the land, frayed
yet how I am steadfast, not
and more
I am kissing the wind

Captured

Captured
Sometimes I close my eyes so I can't see
Sometimes I feel so close 
So trapped I can't breathe
Just want to be by myself 
Just set me free 
Just let me be  
Release me 
You've got me in this cocoon 
that I can't pry open 
So I scratch and I punch and I pull at it 
till my fingers bleed 
You've trapped me in this box 
where I can't breathe
So I yell and I fight 
till the box fills with my screams 
Just let me be
Just set me free
Release me 
You've got me in this world 
Where my head is spinning
It's spinning so quick 
That I can't see
You've got me feeling clostaphobic 
Now let me go before I panic 
Shut up so I don't go insane
Shut up so I don't go insane
Sometimes I close my eyes so I can't see
Sometimes I feel so close so trapped 
I can't breathe 
I just want to be by myself 
Just set me free
Just let me be 
Release me 
Why do you torment me for your pleasure 
Keep me in this cage so I don't run
Why do you treat me like a prisoner
Do you do this all for fun
Just let me be 
Just set me free
Release me

This Rut Called Life

I am stuck in this rut called life
     Not going anywhere
People around me move forward
     While I'm mired in despair

It's like swimming in a fish tank
     Or walking in a cage
Where the only thing that's moving
     is my increasing age

It's like running on a treadmill
     In circles, going round
Weary of waiting and waiting
     No change, no purpose found

I am caught in a strange quagmire 
     Not sinking in the slush
Nor coming out of this quicksand
     Life is in no great rush

I am stuck in this rut called life
     How longer should I wait? 
Sometimes no answer is in sight
     No rescue from this strait. 



3rd April 2023

111 words

For Sotto poet's "Free submission" contest

Creative Rut

Explosion of ideas in my mind
jumbled up, but spoken have no rhyme.
Filling the brain with ideas galore
Its getting the words out of the idea store.

Clever and bright ideas really shine,
my struggle is putting them to rhyme.
There is a wisdom floating around up there
Now to find the right words to share.

Rut

On he goes
Lazily
Where he ends?
Cannot see

How’d he get
Front of me?
Wait, that’s me?
Seems to be

What the heck?
Turn around
Let him be
Backward bound

Up ahead
On the path
Me again
Time to laugh

Round the hill
Round and round
Time to find
Higher ground

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fancy name for 3-syllable quatrains with xaxa rhyme scheme
https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/cethramtu-rannaigechta-moire-poetic-asides

Nature At Its Darwinian Best

Dare challenge me? 
Then be my guest …

The stags enter into a jousting quest,
No time now for antlers to rest,
The challenger locks his horny crest,
With focused stare and forceful zest,
A testosterone and power fest,
Nature at its Darwinian best.

Into the gene-pool 
He wished to invest,
Can he suceed,
Survive this test?

Stuck In a Rut

Stuck in a rut? Punch it right in the gut

  For if you stay put, in that rut you will rot

If I Found Myself In a Rut

All one needs savings umpteen
Finding an opportunity so cool
A bold heart to swim upstream
To call it quits so wonderful

The monotonous job is a kill joy
If controlled by folks crude a lot
With none wishing us even a ‘hi’
Micro management they sought

Working under an erroneous gender
Damages subject and predicate
Drains one mentally in a cluster
Facing a crafty cunning syndicate

Bullying has been a common norm
Just like a hidden secret storm

Rut

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A maddening re-tune this flip-optimist.
Placid savant of scowl repeated.
Thickset, daunt in idle, overly pist.

Identical figuring head of lists.
Circuit loops to retreat.
A maddening re-tune, this flip-optimist.

Brave speculating his death-mix.
Offspring"s statements over slipped.
Thickset, daunt in Idle, overly pist.

Color of choosier brown the analyst.
Saturates sometime smile.
A maddening re-tune, this flip-optimist.

Lucidity reminds this Alchemist,
of dreams, ink wet for keeping.
Thickset, daunt in idle, overly pist.

Wit serpentine, spooling a cyrisalist.
The mystic, realizing the trick
A maddening re-tune, this flip-optimist
Thickset, daunt in idle, overly pist.

Stuck In a Rut

What is happening in the world today?
I really wish my life would change
Everyday’s exactly the same
Nothing differs in a good way
And I got no’ one else to blame
It’s like a picture in a frame
Just a pawn in god’s game

I was given this life I didn’t make it
To have to put up with all this 
Eventually blows your head to bits
Not to mention a relationship
Great at the time, chuffed to bits
But messed up when you split

We’re all waiting for that big break
An opportunity for us to take
A lottery win, “wakey wake”
Stuck in a life that you love to hate
We’re running out of time for god’s sake!
Crumbling away like a Cadbury’s flake

To be rich with lots of money
How wonderful could it be?
Places to go things to see
Multiply your friends by three
But would it make you really happy?
Well it would help me

I can’t even afford to go out
Can’t afford a pint of stout
I sometimes want to scream and shout
I sometimes ask what’s it all about?

Leave Your Rut Far Behind

When every day is a redo of yesterday
When every hour is the same as the hour before
And the day before and the days of the weeks before

Enthusiasm dissipates rapidly and completely
Excitement dies
Discouragement sets in

So….

Shake out your dancing shoes.
Grab your tennis racket.
Call the person you have always wanted to get to know better.
Make a lunch date.
Run away from your life.

Leave your rut far behind
Because it is time to paint, and sing, and dance and play!
Today. No excuses.

Stagnant Man

You are just not, concerned about growth 
You do what you want, but don't push envelopes
Won't go beyond, or outside comfort zones 

You are a man that's stagnant 

You stick to routines, and do the same things
Refuse to do anything new, yeah that's weak
Can not push boundaries,  as a creature of habit 

You are a man that's stagnant

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