Short Blase Poems

Call an end to time
And spin the coin on the balance of a dime
Heads or tails
Define my bail
And blase a trail
To the center of the sun...

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The distance between you and I
Fervour yawning
Readiness dressed as blase
Velvet dawns with grains of sorrow
Blue Steel electric guitars
Damsel fair hearted
You're so changeable
Evading the outstretched hand
Armour so strange
in a land lacking reasons...

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Stumblin' through the haze
In a dumfounded daze
In a muddled malaise
Like a mouse in a maze

Broke and blase
Stuck in my ways
My libido won't blaze
My mojo betrays

Got a glaze in my gaze
Got nuthin' to praise
Hope it's only a phase
Or just one of those days......

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I wake up each day
without purpose.
I am neither here nor
there.
I can't cry anymore,
I can't smile anymore.
I have a blank stare
and my demeanor is 
blase'.
A big mase of skin and
bones with no direction.
My dreams of a better
existence has become
a series of nightmares.

...

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Secluded in  the last visages
millenium wine washed down by punters
Pinch pockets stare sideways
Spot like eyes
being close with lilly eyed iwallets
A figurative disguise turning blase
The servant drums dance
Harlequins of night mass parade
winding seawards
worshiping the pipers
who have to be paid...

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It's getting awfully late
I have a lot on my plate
   I'm in a blase state
I long for a clean slate
I've done things I hate
Were my choices fate?
It was a horrible date.
I took the cunning bait
I walked in evils gate
I did it, and I can't debate
Nor even commiserate 
Darkness said checkmate







Alexis Y.
05/21/2021...

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Paper machinations
steam blase
A lineage of a story
gives blurry eyed account
Velvet accorance
the seats are tweed


Whilst those bewailed on newspaper lined bench's
steal sleep
Tramps in grey silhouette
chew on dead cigars

Sequenced starlets
cruise soothsayers in Marylebone 
Dancers kick their manniquet stance
worship the jaws of night
turn grey in disown...

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 Oh dear delight! My sweet coquette.
Enticing smiles; your glance flirtatious
rouses in me, dispositions salacious.
Sometimes my fret- sometimes my pet;
oh so tantalizing the way you tease
transform blase' to beguiling mystery
which fires my  fervor with pleasing ease.
Comely countenance; aspect gracious
All ardorous attentions you do invite;
Oh sweet coquette! My dear delight....

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At my antique womanly age,
I have reached beyond cynicism stage,
I am quite blasé about hyperbole,
Hearsay evidence about chicks like me,
You're wasting your time, unfortunately,
Old bags like me are basically resilient, you see,
I've had 700 billion lovers, it seems,
Plus or minus 10%, is that how you deem?
Contemplation on such matters makes me giggly!
Yes, quite blase about hyperbole,
You're wasting your time, quite definitely!...

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Listen to poem:

The Last Walk Together

Shrouds cast purposed a dire malaise,
inscribed plaudits hallow tombstones,
absorbing bores coped brimmed blase,
a raised veil, e'er wet-eyes stream blued,
stays balanced, shifted acquiesce,
resume pace, neglectful of mood,
umbrae molds clear, a mien shone glit,
poised calm prosed a pious meek speech,
laid wreaths, last steps rounds a life flit.

*Used HMS & RZ

2020 October 23
*3rd Place*
Writing Challenge - Tercets
~~Constance La France...

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