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Time dilation
Spontaneous truth-seeing
Involuntary interdimensional travel
A sudden craving for kale (we’re still researching that one)
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Categories:
underwhelmed, funny, humor, parody, satire,
Form: Free verse
Life’s Repetition of rinse and repeat:
Saga, the odyssey
lies
And deceit.
Juliet’s drowning upon daggers blade in
Response to a Romeo’s lethal swallow.
The need be not the chasing down of serpentine sleuthing out the whys they bit you..
But the how so to heal oneself from poisons onset.
Cause the effect.
Effect the cause.
Alterations of souls allegiances.
Whom wages the war upon one’s self
Loses all in either outcome.
Close the gate,
Button down the hatches
Night draws near.
Light the lamps for shadows creep.
Let illumination run deep..
Burn out yesterday’s fabled ways.
Upon pages of white begin anew.
“Lord what fools these mortals be”
This said by Shakespeare and not by me.
Instead mirror thought of phrase as “idiocracy pains the existence of man”.
Overcome..undone
Underwhelmed..overburdened.
Buried in minds sea
Drowning in muddy thoughts.
Categories:
underwhelmed, confusion,
Form: Free verse
I’m not an artist
I’m not a genius
I’m not the largest or coming of Jesus
I’m not even close
Or even at most
I’m just a ghost and I’m draping my clothes
I’m just a debt
Another regret
I’m just a notion that you should forget
Just forget my face
I don’t have a place
I’m just an outline that will be erased
A needle in hay
I’m whispered away
I am just passing through no I’m not here to stay
This was not bad
This wasn’t the worst
I won’t be the last and I won’t be the first
A light empty sigh
They lay me to die
I’m just passing through so you should say goodbye
Entered unannounced
Exiting here
I disappear
Categories:
underwhelmed, absence, death, depression, identity,
Form: Rhyme
Let's see... how do I feel today
Pretty much the same as yesterday except one day older
Guess that's the least anyone can expect
Wonder if an enormous amount of money just plopped in my lap
Would that make any kind of a significant difference
Sure would like to give that a shot
Perhaps I'll buy a ticket for the next ten million dollar lotto
To know how it feels when they call up and say
“You are our grand prize winner!
After the government grabs it's share
We will be sending you a cheque for $136.50!
As part of the rules of the contest
You'll be required to make a televised statement
Excitably explaining how this win has changed your life!”
WOWSERS! I'm underwhelmed
Been wearing these same old holey beat up jeans
For nigh onto ten years now
You won't believe how much this means to me...
Don't know how I'll ever begin to thank you!
I apologise if this sounds a bit cynical
But where did the other $9,999,863.50 go
This reply came back...
“Sorry this question does not compute!”
(I'm exaggerating a wee bit, of course!)
Categories:
underwhelmed, betrayal,
Form: Free verse
for sentimental value or grieving more ~ warmest tears sadly pour
within every blink whilst we cry ~ our tear temperatures rises high
yet if underwhelmed in sadness and grief ~ icy tears are only brief
see a wounded crocodile sob nearby ~ don't hold tissues to its eye
By
David Kavanagh
Categories:
underwhelmed, allusion, cry, perspective,
Form: Monoku
Finally I’m finding me the findings I was blind to see, my weakness is how I can be manipulated and deceived, the time I gave that wasn’t mine stolen leaving me behind, too quick to lend my hand and help disadvantaging myself, putting others first I fail undeveloped underwhelmed, not helping to win them over just don’t like them going under, I know what it’s like to suffer without thought help them recover, happiness is valuable, possessions money mean sod all, when you want the best for people sometimes you forget there’s evil, you forget the hate and bitter, because you don’t compete to better, you see good in human nature, you don’t care for rep or stature, some see weakness their advantage, they don’t help they choose to damage, you forget to understand desperate people need upper hands, submissive to help those in pain, those who really play a game, exploiting empathy for gain, out to guilt trip placing blame, but now I know the problem is tolerating fools like this, who know I cannot resist, learning life creates the twist, I have never been my strongest, honestly from now I promise, I come first
Categories:
underwhelmed, leadership, life,
Form: Rhyme
I only ask because I'm not sure,
is this it or is there more?
You see, I expected more than this,
not something if I blinked I'd miss.
Where's the tunnel with the blinding light?
And the heavenly host lighting up the night?
To say I'm underwhelmed is a joke,
is all you've got this funny bloke,
with bony fingers and scythe in hand?
To be perfectly honest, I was expecting 'grand'.
At least a coach and four in gold,
all set about with cherubs bold.
Oh well, I suppose this will have to do.
What happens now, do I follow you?
Well, slow down a bit, my knees have gone,
you go forth and I'll follow on.
And that's another thing, we're told 'no more pain',
I really must read the small print again.
Categories:
underwhelmed, death, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Can it be poetry
If it makes no sense?
Can it be poetry
If it has to be explained?
Can it be poetry if it rolls around moaning and groaning?
Can it be poetry if it is mean and distasteful?
Can if be poetry if it is unsure of itself?
What if it is unready to be shared?
What if it is incomplete?
Can it be poetry if it is slick and sharp?
What if it hurts my feelings?
Is it poetry then?
Who gets to make the call?
What if even the poet is underwhelmed?
Is it poetry then?
Categories:
underwhelmed, poems, poetry, poets,
Form: Free verse
Tis just a number to the adults in my life
One they remember from a past long ago
Yet, somehow they forget the accompanying strife
And forget those things that I am yet to know
A drivers’ license, they think, must be my only thought
As if, after sixteen years, that should be my winning prize
There are many other life’s lessons I yearn to be taught
And I am still but a simple child in their eyes
Sixteen candles sit melting on top of my cake
As they beckon, “Make a wish and blow them out”
I simply wish that my life has not been a bad mistake
And, “Take me seriously!” is what I want to shout
Sixteen summers to them is but a fraction of their world
I pass through this milestone underwhelmed but over thrilled
Categories:
underwhelmed, life,
Form: Sonnet
A concerted body of thought
Primes the guarded pump
Each driving rendition, a version
The sculpture of well attuned days
This time around
Jaundice backseat drivers
Underwhelmed by gangrene javelins
Karmic mercury tipped for change
Directions of satan rearranged fallen
New features fitting old scriptures
A hidden mythology of sound, before word
Frontier searching mapmakers to mystic rebound
Or gather old glory in mermaids of fury
Womb pressed to unleash worthy solutions
Silky thrones of forgotten passion
A fine castle estate of make waves
hitting the breakers, sand shark lakes mutant
With escapades curtained in bone
Categories:
underwhelmed, allegory, dedication, people, old,
Form: Free verse