Short Uneventful Poems
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To you oh fates I pray a short but eventful life to live than a long uneventful one to enjoy!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
07 October 2016
A calm sea, a superb captain never
Makes
Neither
An uneventful life, a strong character
Builds!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
17 OCTOBER 2014
There are still some uneventful days.
Days which are always welcome.
I have tried waiting.
And I have tried chasing.
But either way, I am tired at the end of the day.
neither great nor small
steady as she goes
commonplace
unremarkable
a good sort
uneventful
everyday
quotidian
mundane
average
normal
boring
stable
safe
me
myself
I
The less you know, the easier you live
This little trope was never truly helpful
But on a second thought you may conceive
Your ignorance was rather uneventful
The blessing means the more you know, the less
You’re happy with the content, more inclined
To simple life with pleasures to possess
Most beautiful can ease your troubled mind..
Dear friend of longstanding honor
Come, sit beside me here
My tale of woe is a yawner,
But, one fitting your ear.
My sin uneventful.
She was most resentful,
Not so consentual.
You have stayed with me to the bitter end
So sorry I cheated on her, dear friend.
written October 21, 2021
[a Quietus - 8686, 666, a
rhyming couplet and refrain]
So God asked me smugly, “How did you
find the life I fashioned one for you?”
“Not very colorful, Sire,” I decried.
“My wife was homely and dull
My kids, mediocre and drab
I slogged, I struggled feeling ever gray.
An uneventful life. Unconditionally normal.
Methinks, you did a gross injustice by me.”
“Oh, shut the … whining,” God boomed.
“Just go back and get a life!”
Some decades back
The ship had set sail
Gliding on
Relatively calm waters
Of Life
At times
Successfully navigating
Choppy seas
Staying the course
Supported by
Big and small sails
No thrill
No adventure
Uneventful days
A peaceful voyage
Not much to look forward to
Not much to cherish
The present
Bland
And then
‘She happened’
Now the journey......
Never the same again.
The leader of this country is a ying-yang.
He rules from the city of Pyongyang.
After sixty years of uneventful peace,
this xenophobic jerk wants it to cease.
He is willing to wage war with the south.
Some unintelligible words come from his mouth.
He is too young to know what the first war was like.
His countrymen should tell him to take a hike.
From a news story found on AOL.com
The days have grown long and cold
Time has aged with my soul
Uneventful
Pain stays the same
While the surroundings change
Wake up in a new place
Creatures line up in cages
Greed swallowing them whole
As people walk by with no eyes
Blinded by greed and lust
The beauty that once was
Turns to ashes and dust
A child’s innocents locked up
Starving them to succeed
As death covers the streets
The Darkness, the Delirium, living a life of Sorrow
From the eons of Yesterday, through the eons of Tomorrow
The Hell I live in, the Hell that envelopes my Soul
The anguish of lost LOVE, beating on the rocky Shoal
The loneliness of an uneventful loss of Forever Love
The Hatred in my Heart, for the Living GOD : Above
To be Cont. upon request
BARBARA JEAN I LOVE YOU
The trauma is slight.
But busy making my uneventful days turn into nights of remembrance.
With practice.
With patience.
I will learn to stare into the nothingness.
Without falling into it.
I will seal my blame.
That used to erupt powerfully.
I will pack up my imagination.
So I do not use it to wander.
I shall emerge one day.
As the person who never stepped through that gate.
If I weren’t afraid, I would be a fool
For only a fool has no fear
The bravest of the brave has fear
The unknown brings excitement and fear
The simplest of the simple brings us fear
The first kiss or those wedding bells
Without these simple fears life would be uneventful and boring
I will always fear and be afraid
I am no fool
Contest: "If I weren’t afraid, I’d"
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Date Created: 09/11/2019
Today was a wonderful day, though it was cloudy,
It started out being mundane, dull, and uneventful
When someone close to me came by to say howdy
Today was a wonderful day, though it was cloudy.
Then, we decided to take a ride, nothing rowdy
We spoke of losing our spouses, rather resentful,
Today was a wonderful day, though it was cloudy
It started out being mundane, dull, and uneventful.
written July 31, 2021
The Call
Written: by Miracle Man
11/27/2021
She hadn’t called in the past two years,
an hour & half later I sat near tears.
The football game I desired to see,
the entire first half had escaped me.
Uneventful things I had to hear,
occasionally, my throat I’d clear.
She had so much catching up to do,
A ringing doorbell, became my queue.
She started my day off with a bang,
she didn’t know ‘twas just I who rang.
Another day marches through September
With its ordinaries, its appointments, its glitches --
Hopefully, it will pass as most uneventful,
Not seared in our brain by some tragedy
I’ll settle for a flaccid day of mundanity,
A “live and let live” cliché kind of every day
With a mere sprinkling of raw spontaneity
Slipping into a quiet evening of tranquility.
Written September 12, 2022
[any rhymes are purely
coincidental]
Today is no different than the others.
Held hostage by my own thoughts.
Every day is as uneventful as the others.
‘But today will be different!’
‘Lets try harder today!’
As much as I need positivity,
Nothing seems to work.
Keeping negative thoughts at bay is impossible.
‘Does anyone really care?’
‘Am I really letting my negative thoughts win?’
Yes, because today is no different than the others.
Another poem my teacher had me write.
The art of living is mastered
by knowing how far to go
and then going a little farther
A nail sticking up gets hammered
so, holding the wood together is a goal
and after planing, several mounds its able to gather
Don't be blown by the turbulent winds of humanity
Don't let uneventful events define your moments
Live like everyday you're born anew
If you live by the world's insanity
or dwell on its casting ceaseless comments
you'd be bidding too quickly an adieu
It is lost,
the vibration of my being
lying dormant
in a dream of illusion,
waiting
The song of the keys
glistening black and white
latent
yearning for the wandering hands
of tempestuous rapture
My true being is eclipsed
by routine of daily existance
muffled by the constance
of an uneventful consciousness
Soon, the seed of patience and hope
will emerge from
the darkness of the silent tomb
and from it will come
a jubilation
that no victor has yet to know
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