Short Nauseam Poems
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Collective consciousness
Folded over into a square
Wrapped around a tree trunk
Etched with a scimitar
Another guidepost
To the morning star
Ad nauseam
Barba tenus sapientes
Categories:
nauseam, allusion, life, meaningful,
Form:
Free verse
My doctor loves the birds and bees
And anything that makes me sneeze
Perfumed employees my heart tease
And indoor plants cause me to wheeze
My doctor says a little breeze
Picks up pollen from the trees
Though it seems like some disease
Its only fatal by degrees
Now I'm down on bended knees
Overwhelmed by Ph.d.s
Who did all they could to please
My doctor's bill of soaring fees.
Categories:
nauseam, anxiety, health, how i feel, nature, pollution,
Form:
Verse
I'm wide awake, listening to the roar.
My musings become a glowing rainbow.
I lie pique designing vile dreams offshore.
I dream of an ominous sky shadow
Away from the ad nauseam skid row.
As political cases broach their peak.
To load airwaves with the rowdy prevail
Irritating and feeble header seek
While I slept, I grasped the heaven exhale
Moans were roundly rejected by the meek
Written: February 1st 2022
Categories:
nauseam, anti bullying, confusion, freedom, introspection, onomatopoeia, political,
Form:
Dizain
You see them perched in windows
Of so many types of stores
But really, they don’t blend at all
In anyone’s decors.
They range in size from tiny
To those taking lots of space,
All with the same expression – blank!
Imprinted on each face.
One waving paw moves up and down
Ad nauseam, to me,
I guess to greet the passersby
In perpetuity.
It blows my mind how such a fad
Gains traction and persists.
My hat goes off to every shop
With keeper who resists.
Categories:
nauseam, fashion,
Form:
Rhyme
Love poems, how trite they become.
Their hackneyed themes we want to scream.
We purposely shy away from
That genre, teeming so it seems
With grandiloquent, large supplies
Of conjured words with empty rings
Of cheating hearts and love that dies.
Ad nauseam is all it brings.
We wish just once that we could read
Where love’s expressed differently:
Brand new verses that supersede
Love’s banal themes in poetry.
Love-lost poems are sickening
But most of all they are boring.
Categories:
nauseam, lost love, on writing and words
Form:
Rhyme
the sloth yawns at time
inert, as listless minutes
turn wasted hours to years
work is left undone
avoided like a poison
the very thought, repugnant
the useless hand rules
in sluggish monotony
repeated “ad nauseam”
hear the weary sighs
a disinterest in ideas
thinking takes too much effort
how dull the moments
how easy to lay around
drearily, suffocating
and so the sloth goes
through blank, barren idleness
wallowing in stagnancy
Written on 10/23/2018
Categories:
nauseam, character,
Form:
Choka