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Boredom
What should we do when we get bored?
When we have nothing to do and no interests stored?
Nothing at all to occupy our time
Whether we are young or old or in our prime.
We may feel troubled and very frustrated,
Some pastime would now be appreciated.
Though sometimes there is nothing that we can find
To put our boredom completely behind.
So being bored is never pleasant,
Maybe it will h...
Sunday 21st July 2024 2:28 pm
Stagnation
If there's one thing that I always hate,
It is when my life seems to stagnate.
And when it's wheels grind to halt.
I may then try to see what is at fault.
I have lost all of get up and go.
I ask: What should I do? But do not know.
Could I find something that is exciting,
Play a sport? Or just do some writing?
My mind is a large but empty chest.
Totally devoid of all interest.
I'd lov...
Saturday 1st October 2022 1:21 pm
Bleached Bland
softly she breathes
night coats her head
I wish I lay in a different bed
some women thrill
one look inflames
their kicks come from playing games
she's too banal
her lips lukewarm
the polar reverse of a sensual storm
no excitement
zero surprise
I know exactly what's behind those eyes
it's been one year
itchy my feet
not enough her being ...
Sunday 5th September 2021 11:25 am
Education
Boredom slowly creeps upon me,
Like a fog on top a hill.
My eyes start glazing over,
My brain is standing still.
I’m trying to take notice,
Of the message being said,
But it all just sounds like noise to me,
Facts won’t stay in my head.
If only I could listen,
For just a minute more,
Yet concentration eludes me,
I’m thinking of the door.
I can see the mouth is m...
Saturday 15th October 2016 11:48 am
Skeletal Mini Blind Panorama (An Evening as Whispered Through A Vampire's Ear)
In a similar fashion to ink blots
Various skull shapes gather 'round
The skeletal mini blind panorama
Various forms of madness play out
Like stale jazz
All under the lamp with the dunce cap
And electric yellow snot
The insects pay homage to this diety of the night
With bizarre kamikaze rituals...
And here I was
Just turning it on and off...
Oh what horrors and discoveries
A...
Wednesday 6th January 2016 5:00 am
The Usual
Sun through window,
Clock ticks.
I stare into space,
Blank mind like empty canvas.
Pen taps,
Doodles,
Failed slaughterer of time.
Work unfinished,
Clock ticks.
Cold coffee untasted,
I look at unread my emails,
and ignore them.
Facebook?
Clock ticks.
Clock ticks.
Clock ticks.
Shuffle papers,
Move mouse,
Press keys,
Clock ticks.
...Friday 16th January 2015 9:50 am
Raineth
As the storm continues
So does the rust
On the BBQs
Of the just and unjust
Monday 11th August 2014 5:16 pm
Things to do
Spin the washing and hang it up
Mow the lawn and rake up the grass
Put out the bin and sort out your life
Oh and get a carton of milk before you go home to the wife
You’ve got your shirt to iron before you go to work
And your shoes need buffing and the car needs filling
So you’ve got no choice but to put your life on hold
But there’s time for a pint...
Wednesday 7th March 2012 12:33 pm
Peacock Dreams
Peacock Dreams
“Cashier to checkout seven please.”
She barely hears; behind her mask of Monday smile.
She steers each item past the barcode beep, and sleepworks
- finds that it’s the only way to make it through the disappointment, rude necessity
and shame of this small life, of “every day is like the last”
and tomorrow will be, predictably,
just the same.
Trapped on the conveyor ...
Monday 23rd February 2009 6:07 pm
Last stop before paradise.
Last stop before paradise.
An April rain has streaked the windows, smudging the view of suburban streets.
The chill breeze bends the spring’s first flowers and the TV’s showing old repeats.
In the lounge of The Willows nursing home the care assistants are serving teas.
After the adverts comes the snooker and ever...
Saturday 14th February 2009 1:34 pm
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