The ghastly gum
on the bottom
of my size nine shoes
Was put there by you~
A spit of spite;
A malicious verse,
A romantic curse~
Your love is slightly underwhelming
Like a supernova imploding!
Beware
The dogs of war,
I swore ~
Dreaded double-bubble
is my sword,
I will stick you to the freeway fast-lane
(You rundown Gandy Dancer),
And like Marvelous Medusa,
Turn you into languid stone
for eternity…
Or for ten enchanting days,
Whichever comes first!
Corporate wealth sought
by Labour czar conquistadors
scourge wealth
the have-nots will prevail
30,000 measly votes for a standing Labour MP
the enthusiasm for them is underwhelming
without PR we are shorn of democracy
sleepwalked into a Labour majority
Apathy is their achilles heel
belief flounders
when Reform were second
in 100 seats
VITALITY
encapsulates
celebrates
innovation
hurtling
pell-mell
straight towards
an encounter
with
the viewer
veering
en route
in
movement
one to another
between
wrong turns
a restlessness
some haste
is
detected
& is
understandable
part
of this
zest
underwhelming
feels peculiarly
unfamiliar
in
an encounter
so brief
an
excursion
disjointedly
underplayed
I like to read the Real Estate
To see what money buys.
Of course, I’m never moving
But it’s fun to fantasize.
This week’s had an apartment
That there’s no way I would choose
Since the “Cons” in the description
Listed “underwhelming views.”
To pay that kind of money,
What would mean a lot to me
Would be looking out the windows
Feeling whelmed by what I’d see.
THE EMPTY FILLED CUP
Ever felt a vacuum despite the fact you fill-up others?
But how can you fill up other "cups" if your cup is empty?
Can an empty cup fill-up another cup?
But if you're actually filling other cups,
Is it possible to say you feel empty?
Self-sufficiency, the coin you search for in the bag of grain.
Can you "find" another whereas you're in oblivion yourself?
Overflow before filling others, find yourself to find others
Else, life is overwhelming and efforts underwhelming.
When things don't add up, it's time to subtract.
Subtract toxicity and laxity, keeping positive vicinity.
Past is haunted & painfully blooted still, face life undaunted.
Fill your own cup first with joy, peace and Love.
Then, you're able to overflow effectively into other cups.
VickManuelPoetry {VMP}.
Copyright©2022
Swan song
Amazing, surprising
Splashing, displaying, underwhelming
Sometimes I'd dream about foreshadowing
Possession concert
6/23/19
Swan song - A Didactic Cinquain
by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
Mr. Robert Mueller
There's no man duller
Even the Dems are ready to bludgeon
This underwhelming -- curmudgeon
There's a secret men's club,
Of men at the pub,
We are men, we drink beer,
Loud laughter over here,
Slap shoulders, cheers,
We are men, we drink beer,
Bring that barmaid over here,
Let's drink beer, cheers,
Loud laughs and leers,
"I'll give you one, my dear!"
Men laugh, say,"Hear, hear!"
Chicks walk by smiling,
What are babes thinking?
"Underwhelming,
Have a look at them,
They're no excuse for men?"
Men laugh and don't care,
More beers over here,
There's a secret men's club,
All the men's down at the pub.
When I'm pining for the power to yield
Breaking all the branches I seize
Acres for the taking in a forest of mistakes
I can't see for the trees
I level
With the shallow playing field
Dreaming up a blueprint to floor you
Delicately drafting
Inconspicuously crafting
The grand facade before you
Where my art lies
The best is underwhelming
When it comes to helping
How I promised I woul...
So I'm peeking past the pitch of my prime
Modeling the modern stage
Perforating patience with a paradox
In place of where the sophist meets the sage
I level
With the hallowed bottom line
Hopeful like the point of a nail
Architecture fractures
In apocalyptic rapture
Where false frameworks prevail
There my heart lies
The beat is overwhelming
When it comes to helping
How I swore I could
I guess I'm knocking on wood
Knock knock knocking on wood
Excess
Will not lead to progress
Will not let me access
What I learned I should
Rid me of
Termites
Crawling into airtight
Trademarks of my disguise
Make me decide I'm good
When I'm just knocking on wood
Knock knock knocking on wood
Knock knock knocking on wood
© Michal Czechak 2016
Does your loneliness seem hopeless
Is your nearest friend too far
Is your self-love close to empty
Your night sky without a star?
Do you know life’s question’s answers
Does your crystal ball shine clear
Does the path ahead show promise
Does your sleep come without fear?
Do you leave life’s banquet sated
Do you have someone you love
Does God’s love for you seem boundless
Does your faith fit like a glove.
Do you feel like lost apprentice
Is your life’s force not your own
The sad truth quite underwhelming
In such thoughts you’re not alone.
But this concept doesn’t help much
To stem tides of loneliness
That seem caused by lunar forces
Beyond scope of worldliness.
I think Christ’s the only answer
To a sanity that saves
To trust in God’s provision
Man’s wisdom just enslaves.
Brian Johnston
December 14, 2015
The feelings aren’t healing,
Discontent continues wheeling,
The outer skin of my patience desires to find its true meaning,
My heart is causing friction,
The inabilities need fixing before time runs out,
The pressures of being the one,
The man,
The one man that can oversee the potential growth
and harvest it seeds,
The one who initiates and provides stability
has an underwhelming handicap.
Can I save myself?
Is the rot going to end up simply killing me?
the skeleton that was me
i remember him well
sweating in the port-a-john
wondering what went wrong
the skeleton that was me
i remember him well
walking the shaky leg walk
to any type of water fountain
the skeleton that was me
i remember him well
looking at everything yellow
at the mere attempt the simply sit up
the skeleton that was me
i remember him well
living my life in the underwhelming
state of parking lot depression
the skeleton that was me
i remember him well
daydreaming as the moon
shined over my offensive, weary presentation
the skeleton that was me
i remember him well
becoming lost as that welcoming
bowl of hot soup medicinally burned the rust off of my esophagus
the skeleton that was me
i remember him well
thanking him for surviving and adding
to the autobiographical art that is now Me....
free verse with poetic device
Having just disembarked from a date with death
on the water, time’s gateway forked for a moment.
Was it the mere dropping of an oar?
or perhaps an encounter with storms?
more milestones, maybe a meeting with the Master?
What purpose was there for extending my life?
Underwhelming thought - a single moment in time.
An irresponsible, selfish person with evil intent -
stabs at significance without a thought, without a care
for whom she hurts or whose lives are changed. OR
Breathtaking thought - a single moment in time,
A responsible, noble human being can create hope
by presiding over, planning for, defining...
inviting the power of the moment.
I chose the latter, went back to school and
became a school teacher to make a difference.
written September 24, 2014 with revisions on June 3, 2018
Reason doth consume thee
In thine ever-fading glade
Of subtle dying beauty
Of frozen silent play
The sadness underwhelming
Compared to the cascade
Of screaming, which is nothing
Next to this rotting cage
Why ever did we let go
Of all that we could save
When valour is so lacking
And nobody is brave?
Will thine effigy incorporate
The silhouette of broken glass
As the pieces start reminding
That thine effigy is masked?
And so riddles doth consume me
In mine ever-silent tongue
With the speech of all that’s screaming
From thy ever-bleeding sun
And when sadness can forget me
I will awake to say
That all of this was nothing
In a golden phantom glade
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