Neither exceptional
nor unexceptional
Where do I fit in...
With all the rest of humankind
~ no one’s free of sin
Categories:
unexceptional, humanity, sin, together,
Form: Rhyme
places I have never been
emerge in my dreams
not once but several times
a deep tunnel rising
mostly smooth, some steps
peopled by unknown shadows
purposes seemingly so real
but completely undefined
yet it doesn’t seem strange
bizarre accepted as unexceptional
I realise I’m often weightless
I can bound along with steps
twenty feet high, twenty feet wide
sometimes it feels as though
I’m picking up where I left off
in a dream months, years ago
I wonder what it signifies
if anything: but I have no answer.
Categories:
unexceptional, dream,
Form: Free verse
“Little boxes on the hillside; Little boxes made of ticky tacky
Little boxes on the hillside; Little boxes all the same”
from first verse of “Little Boxes” by Malvina Reynolds
Vanilla Is . . .
the typical white picket fence
surrounding the front yard of a ticky tack house
It’s a sunless sky
waiting for a rainbow to embrace it
It’s an ordinary bird’s egg
before the burst of life emerges from it
It’s a pie without the fruit;
a cake with no frosting
It’s the color of eyes grown dull
longing for a glimpse of romance
It’s my skin untouched by summer -
still breathing winter’s snow
It’s the quickly fading fragrance of inexpensive cologne
as Tabu's more sensuous scent lingers on and on
It’s a milky white-washed soul
of unexceptional interest
It’s a lackluster longing
for nothing in particular
As I see it, vanilla is
the epitome
of monotony
Categories:
unexceptional, emotions,
Form: List
Chin thrust forward, held in right hand
pleasant sweep of hair graces unexceptional forehead
Thoughts percolate, bubble lightly, retreat
mouth scrunched up into grudging position
Categories:
unexceptional, conflict, confusion, courage,
Form: Imagism
Just because I am unexceptional-
Does make me innocent.
The influence of trauma-
Is what allows me to gather the past that is forever altered.
As my disability comes into full bloom-
They feel threatened.
Even though I try to tell them I don’t want their help.
I only want them to let me survive in loneliness.
Soon, the voices feel less like threats.
And more like a dreary embrace.
Categories:
unexceptional, angst,
Form: Free verse
Best case scenario -
my fame walking into the future,
all my failed handiworks
recognized as avant garde – well before their time.
Honor and distinction heaped-up posthumously.
An unexceptional life
discovered to have been really ‘sui generis’
uncommonly so.
Applause echoing through the ages.
Most likely outcome –
a contrived eulogy,
slightly embarrassed onlookers
searching for right words.
Shrugs.
Categories:
unexceptional, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Allowed preachers to be unexceptional
Sacrificed priesthood as liberty ordain
Prophecy lingua by Hiberno accent
Endued with melodic timbrels and dances
No differs from Sufi whirling for their God
Sung the song as Moses led the sacred song
Anthemic and ambience grunge as cathedral bells
Ingrained pedal's drum and chiming guitar
Proclaimed gladness, love and peace
No men to the left and women to the right
No evil, devil, debil and imbecile words
No who errs severely retarded
Equality is their deed
Narrative music poked holy book verses
Told your own story since war pained
Die hard being Irish, shaking the pitch
Both IRA and UK, put the guns down
Tribute to: Dolores O'Riordan
Categories:
unexceptional, patriotic, peace, tribute,
Form: Imagism
I stood on a corner, act naturally they said !
There was a tap on my shoulder and I let out a silent scream
Good grief you scared me !. But no surprise there as you look like the living dead.
Now it could get pretty ugly as Military intelligence have said
A small guy with plastic glasses and tight slacks will sell me what I need
He walked up to us and said this may look like a genuine imitation well it is almost exactly the same.
you don't look terribly pleased with the diet ice cream
The moral of this sorry tale is opposites attract
Right a (poem lol ) using oxymoron's or the Most Unexceptional I could muster
Categories:
unexceptional, fun,
Form: Light Verse
Coffee mug, mediocre and customary,
Though a marvel of paint and pottery,
Rests on a levelled shelf of kitchen,
Peeps out of glass anxiously.
I pick up every fine morning,
So that it doesn't go uninspired,
To make a great shake of coffee,
Of no unexceptional ability.
Quenches intellectual thirst,
That invokes impulses most unusual,
Starts the day with a bang,
Making the maximum and the most anyone could.
No lesser than a reverend it behaves,
Extraordinary mission by the ordinary,
Atonement of the satiety with pleasure,
Returns to its jurisdiction the glass shelf !!
Categories:
unexceptional, care,
Form: Quatrain