Short Disinclined Poems
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The poet John Keats
ran a hash-joint named, "John's Eats".
A Greek girl sought work. Disinclined to spurn,
he asked, "What does a Grecian earn?"
In my old age
I have become bitter,
and disinclined
to hear pleadings from my sage..
It's only winter's cold curse,
how I long for summer's rays
to warm my soul
and slay my heart's malaise.
It can be too sweet.
Kindness can numb the tongue and irritate.
It can be too sweet,
but it can keep one from claiming defeat.
Causing the disinclined to suffocate,
or keeping locked away death’s early gate;
it can be too sweet.
Kindness Rondelets Contest
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Prolific used to refer primarily
to people, animals and plants
Those who produced abundant offspring
like kittens, puppies, and ants
Today we hear about prolific authors
Steven King comes to mind
But thanks to Malthus, Marx and Lenin
Folks in the West are disinclined
A silly young man from Segovia
Was eager to collar a novia:*
When asked for his preference,
He gave points of reference,
Restricted from Minsk to Monrovia.
When asked, an old maid from Madrid
Answered testily, “Heaven forbid!”
But then, once wined and dined,
She felt less disinclined:
She said, “Maybe I will” – and she did!
* novia = girlfriend
My mistakes were of the human kind.
Was told to hold my tongue but was disinclined.
From a flight of winding stairs I fell through my mind.
knavish condescension rendered my sight blind.
In my guilt filled chasm I was confined.
Bloody fingertips on my canvas scrape and grind.
Self inflicted condemnations unwind.
I’m entering the interstate of forgiveness that He designed.
Conditioned since birth to follow a belief,
brainwashed souls thrust upon all others their view,
urging them to join their cult to get relief
from suffering by paying to god their due,
atoning for sin by turning a new leaf,
that by doing so, they sense divine light’s hue.
Caught in ego’s bind, the blind thus lead the blind,
sparking fear in hearts of those who’re disinclined.
I
refuse
to comply
with contests whose
requirements are nigh
impossible, amuse
the contest-setter with my
inadequate and bound-to-lose
creations. An old-school kind of guy,
I hold outmoded, prehistoric views:
am frankly somewhat disinclined to vie
with writers who (I’ll be blunt) abuse
the edicts handed from on high,
namely, poets pay their dues
(so call me due-or-die),
not with modern ruse,
but rather by
songs whose blues
defy
cues.
SNAKES IN RURAL PENNSYLVANIA
The snakes in his head
were timber rattlers, easily
agitated, disinclined to fight,
their rattling a warning to all
before slipping away silently from
conflict or harm
Unfortunately for the fortunate son
his bride to be was a young copperhead,
golden brown and beautiful on the
dark forest floor among the stones and
wet soil of a Blue Mountain summer,
and unlike the rattler she was silent
and aggressive, looking for a fight!
At night, disinclined to be awake,
Any wince of a dream turns into rage
Something once pleasant becomes deceptive;
As illusions of quietude deeply blacken
Impending the shadow to retrace its way.
Every night, at the call of twilight,
From the hint of a flickering stars;
This mysterious shadow gnaws and preys
Nailing my thoughts on cracked walls …
Reminding me , I am the shadow;
Disturbed by the past's unfinished penance.
Mystery Contest: Nayda Ivette Negron
7/6/2016
Some friends are going on a tour;
Invited us to join.
You’d think it would be easy
To decide - just flip a coin.
We’d meant to take a trip with them
When Covid reared its head.
We got our money back; our friends
Rescheduled instead.
Since then, they’ve started traveling,
For life, of course, is short
And though this tour sounds wonderful,
I am a worrywart.
I’ll mull it over and discuss
But think I’m disinclined,
So once again, our friends will go
And I will stay behind.