I’m prepping for school
the unglamorous labour
that builds a future
I like to read people's ‘back to college’ lists - where I can sample what students are buying this year. I find these lists on college-ish websites like ‘Her Campus.’ The number one desire this year is for Apple Air Pods (I certainly love MY AirPod 4s).
We read in silence,
both contented this counted
as togetherness
Beside lists there are surveys on trends.
“Good news,” I announced to Peter, who was sitting next to me, “hot, weird guys are in,” I said it with the satisfaction of someone whose personal choice has been validated by GenZ.
“I still don’t want one,” he says blandly.
Looking at a list of 'questions for your boyfriend,' I asked,
“If you had to change one thing about me, what would it be?”
“Well, you could lose the clothes,” he suggested, helpfully.
No one cares
but I like his hairs
not one more than another
but his left ear
is superior to the other
you heard it here
.
.
A song for this:
Young Folks by Peter Bjorn and John
The bliss is real as I sink into each bite
Arterial consequences I won't consider tonight
Recipe easy: just eggs, cream and sugar
Though perfection with added nutmeg and butter
A touch of vanilla - oh, I'm in lust!
Double the portion size - oh yes I must!
Egg custard is the unglamorous name
Custard me again and again and again
Reaching for more, I don't know how to stop
Eggsactly - my craving is over the top
Mmm murmured as I'm finally sated
A dessert I conclude is very highly rated
Jaded we may feel as we grow older and older, and yet
At its appointed time, the new year unfalteringly approaches.
New hope shines on an otherwise barren horizon.
Unglamorous and even a little ugly the world may seem
As we in winter’s grasp already dream of a rosy spring!
Ripe resolutions are being birthed in January’s gloom; as time races on,
Yearning for things more beautiful and bright seems a frivolous plight.
Jan. 3, 2018 for Michelle Faulkner's January Poetry Contest
"Same old, same old" say those sad, uninspired
People who feel that life should be required
Each day to regale them with something new,
Coax them with an irresistible view
That promises many a grand tomorrow,
Abundant joys beyond the status-quo.
Can't they see that sunrise, sunset, flowers,
Unglamorous duties, snows, spring showers,
Laughter, tears, family, repetition--
All blend to bring life plans to fruition?
Real life is a SPECTACULAR mission.
April 27, 2018, entered in Brian Strand's Late April '18 Premiere Contest
Darkness my realm of forever seals my place.
A world that delivers my minds perfect face,
Remarkably my fantasy I cannot tell a soul.
Known only in the recesses of my minds goal,
A shadow follows my every move each night.
Now more than ever the moon glows so bright.
Demons not exactly, just my dream contrite.
My dream is to be announced upon a star.
Yes to be exclaimed upon universe so far.
Sealed and granted upon mystery flight.
Taken freely from my unglamorous sight,
I am the one that centuries have sought.
Calling for my dreams, nature never fought.
All upon the night, fantasy continues to grow.
Listen to the eve of darkness, you will know.
written on
03-31-2014
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