Ontopic Dorys thread of Meandering Nonsense

Day 52

Glass

Now I put myself back together
I feel a little ponder
About all the lockdown glass
And all the stuff I smashed

By accident of course
Mainly misadventure
Sometimes alcohol
Sometimes dimwittery

One things for sure
All glassware is subject to this lottery
Of whether I'm intoxicated and showing off
Or else absent minded and fucking it up

There was the mixing bowl
That sadly fell
Because it got beat by a marble pestle
The food inside I was trying to mash well

Then the wine glass unbalanced
Held in my mouth with teeth
Bitten down, crushed underneath
Shattering my lip causing it to bleed

No wine was lost
Don't worry
I still have priorities.

Then last night a risky venture
The perfect stuffing vessel
Put into the oven while fridge cold
We waited with baited breath
And were so awfully bold
And it stayed together
Despite the disparity in temperature

Well what shall I try and shatter tonight
As I have a thirst for booze
That's arising up with might?
Hopefully no kitchenware will be casualties
Due to my weekly insanities
But I suppose if they are
Tescos isn't all that far
 
Day 52

Glass

Well what shall I try and shatter tonight
As I have a thirst for booze
That's arising up with might?
Hopefully no kitchenware will be casualties
Due to my weekly insanities
But I suppose if they are
Tescos isn't all that far

Better than leaving the cake out in the rain, I guess.
 
Day 53. Inspired by a picture that appeared this house. So I thought I'd post it...

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Misappropriating post its

There seems to have been a breakdown
Of communication during this lockdown
This man is stealing my post its
Not to leave me little love note'its

He says I better turn off the lights
When I closed the bathroom door
I got quite the fright
He has stolen my beloved post its
To try and chastise me
When I didn't want it

I appreciate his efforts of conservation
But not his ways and means of communication
So he sits there and seathes
About my ignoring his post it pleas

He used my sharpie pens
To try and make a point
But I will not make amends
About this infraction
Upon the electric meter and bills
While I'm driven to prescription pills

The only solace I can find
Is he used my bland grey paper
So I don't really mind
As much as if he'd taken something I favour

But this is the first shot across the boughs
While he raids my stationary supplies
Goes through my office and plows
And presents me a bathroom surprise
 
Day 55

Midnight Gospel

Jesus Christ Pendleton Ward
I'm still on board
But you're making my mind warp
Zombies, wasps and clowns
Jesus, hari krishnas in shrouds
Crazy carnival music
And philosophical shit

I think a monkey is clawing inside my brain
My mouth agape, jaw drops
This is fucking insane
Technicolour magic and waxing lyrical
About life, death
Cartoon miracle

Finn and Jake liked to poop
And that was a starter for kids
Now we're getting the real scoop
From podcasts in space
Making me wonder what fucking place
And planet I'm inhabiting
While these characters keep yabbering
There's death and gore
And shooting and laughing
And oh my god probably a monkey
With a tinfoil hat maddening

What's going on then mister?
Do you need a ward yourself?
I think I do after seeing the contents of your shelf
Man I need whatever he's having
Because it takes me far away from here
And everything that is happening
 
Day 66 motherfuckers

Bird song

Today I took my first long walk
A steady 10k to clear my head
Sunshine beating down on my skin
I walked under unlucky bridge number 13
Heard industrial pounding and lots
Train tracks overhead
The smell of sewage
And the sound of chirping
The lilypads and the grass
Overgrown and wild left abandoned

Was offered a kronenberg
From a friendly boat stranger
People began to smile to see me wander
Along the riverbed where I ponder
About shaking off feelings and the future
And what will emerge after this slumber
The pubs boarded up
The benches overrun with geese
Having their canalside fill
Of bread and brown water swill

I saw fights break out between mallards
While swans glided on the water majestic
And a heron flew above the surface
I heard the blackbirds, a wren
A goldfinch and a chiffchaff
Robins, house sparrows, a rook
Blue tits and thrushes
Mistles and songs
A common collared dove
And a blackcap from my knee
It was like Pokemon Go
Seeing how many I could catch
While ducklings have hatched

Mulling over the 100k
While I did my 10
Those lives that have vanished
No more Ellis Marsalis
The bounce is gone
No more Black N Mild
They've entered the unknown wild

And then the journey ended
With a hum of cars and noises all around
Unnatural and unending
Returning to industrial life full of metal
Less grass, more humans
Back into the protective shell
Back inside
So it can all begin again
The spiders will still be there
But the cobwebs look more tolerable
 
Day 69

Privilege

I can walk in the street without fear
I can be presumed innocent at first glare
I can eat skittles with abandon
I know my neighbours don't secretly hate me
For the colour of my skin
I know I can fit in

I know I can smile and be taken as genuine
I know nobody is going to misidentify
In a line up
I'm safe
I live in a perpetual state
Of white, pale and privileged

I don't get profiled
To my disadvantage
I am relieved to be believed
And aware of those who aren't
I won't be victim of excessive force
It's not part of my course

If I have money I don't sell drugs
Strangers wouldn't be suspicious
If I ran towards them for a hug
I'm white and privileged
And I was born into it
When others face oppressive shit

I'm not a thug or a gangster
My skins white so it wouldn't matter
If I was disabled and chilling
Nobody would think of killing
Little old me with my paleness
I'm not a threat to forces against us

I'm freer than most can imagine
Just because I lack melanin
I'm not the other
I can choose to be a bystander
No need to be an ally
I can ignore people's rally cry

If it doesn't affect me why would I care?
About those out there
Who have less given privilege
In a system set up to use and abuse them
Because the colour of their skin
When I can withdraw within

My neck won't be crushed
My hopes aren't snatched
My name isn't a blot
My origins don't have to be hidden
My jogging doesn't induce violence
My voice doesn't get drowned out
My children wouldn't be unsafe
My traffic stops don't bother me
My government looks after my interests
My nation cares about 'my' people
Men in uniform don't cause panic
I know I can come home safe
After talking to officials
 
Day 71

Dissociate

Out of body
Out of time
Brain switched off
For a while

Not feeling
Not thinking
Just floating
Outside self

Can't hear
Can't listen
Can't remember
Can't decide

When I'm dissociated
Cut off without warning
Feel myself slipping this morning
With the news of the crews
Getting tear gassed and shot
I don't know how you lot
Carry on and stay sane
When my brain can't contain
The pain that it brokers to hear
The police have turned into soldiers
How come the panic and fear doesn't phase
You while they tase innocent people

Who is still indoors watching atrocity
Does their conscience feel this civil monstrosity
Do you feel the boys in blue
Are doing right by you
As they run like a mob into crowds
Making children cry and blacks die
Complete fucking chaos on your streets
As most lie ignorant under their sheets

This civil unrest terrifies
So my body shuts down
The switch gets flipped
Stressed into numbness
Staring at a wall, a fence
No awareness. I can't face it
A leadership complacent
No rousing speech
No fucks given
Let the police govern
Without authority or oversight
Your people aren't free
They're in a state of fright

An orange babboon sits atop a throne
Ranting about Twitter
You elected this sociopathic drone
And now the people have had it
They're sick on the left
And they're sick on the right
Enough hatred going around
It's boiled into a national fight
With the national guard
The army called to arms
The police policing themselves
And who is left to respect your rights?
You've got curfews now
For how many nights?

Who is calling the shots
While the far right plots
To sabotage a movement
To reign supreme
With theit spray tan chief
Who protects their belief
Of being right, right, right
While people fear for their lives
They go out and fight, fight, fight

But blame China for the crisis
That the past four years caused
Not Putin and capitalist claws
You've run amok into the ground
Who is speaking out for truth
Who has morals left untarnished
In this joke democracy turned demagogy
I can't help, I'm helpless
Watching the news through a lens
Feeling pangs in my heart
From across a giant ocean
So my brain will switch off
And freeze
Before it gets broken
 
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Day 71

Dissociate

Out of body
Out of time
Brain switched off
For a while

Not feeling
Not thinking
Just floating
Outside self

Can't hear
Can't listen
Can't remember
Can't decide

When I'm dissociated
Cut off without warning
Feel myself slipping this morning
With the news of the crews
Getting tear gassed and shot
I don't know how you lot
Carry on and stay sane
When my brain can't contain
The pain that it brokers to hear
The police have turned into soldiers
How come the panic and fear doesn't phase
You while they tase innocent people

Who is still indoors watching atrocity
Does their conscience feel this civil monstrosity
Do you feel the boys in blue
Are doing right by you
As they run like a mob into crowds
Making children cry and blacks die
Complete fucking chaos on your streets
As most lie ignorant under their sheets

This civil unrest terrifies
So my body shuts down
The switch gets flipped
Stressed into numbness
Staring at a wall, a fence
No awareness. I can't face it
A leadership complacent
No rousing speech
No fucks given
Let the police govern
Without authority or oversight
Your people aren't free
They're in a state of fright

An orange babboon sits atop a throne
Ranting about Twitter
You elected this sociopathic drone
And now the people have had it
They're sick on the left
And they're sick on the right
Enough hatred going around
It's boiled into a national fight
With the national guard
The army called to arms
The police policing themselves
And who is left to respect your rights?
You've got curfews now
For how many nights?

Who is calling the shots
While the far right plots
To sabotage a movement
To reign supreme
With theit spray tan chief
Who protects their belief
Of being right, right, right
While people fear for their lives
They go out and fight, fight, fight

But blame China for the crisis
That the past four years caused
Not Putin and capitalist claws
You've run amok into the ground
Who is speaking out for truth
Who has morals left untarnished
In this joke democracy turned demagogy
I can't help, I'm helpless
Watching the news through a lens
Feeling pangs in my heart
From across a giant ocean
So my brain will switch off
And freeze
Before it gets broken


felt this one from across the void and had to make a mention!
cheers, D ⚘
 
i've been overwhelmed lately. working extra long hours on the farms to avoid social distancing, curfews, police, soldiers, etc.
just too exhausted to relax, but the day i lurk i find this fresh gem,.. thank you!
Well it's not much but Im glad it was something of a takeaway for you. It's scary shit. I'm so sorry for what's unfolding :(
Stay safe man
 
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It's been almost a month without a poem! Here's one about my current period.


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Once a month without consent
A torrent rushes
Gushing out with no let up
This red river draining my energy
Comes with a heavy lethargy
A surge of hormones
Out of control

This womb is a prison
Unwelcome and uncalled for
Not needed. Not asked for
It has no mind for my wishes
It fucks up my mind
It plays havoc with my insides

This period of 'womanhood'
Is a curse, no blessing
Trapped in this body against my will
With a crying
A sickness
A pain.
A rage
A sadness
A shame.

There's no pride in period
No celebration
Just a loss of productivity
No joy in the blood letting
No stopping it
Stuck in this frame

An appendix I don't need
A facet of my being
Determining my mood
'Hysteria'? Oh I can show you that
That's my body's way
Of telling you what's up

You see I got a river flowing out of me
And you can't build a dam
Or put a cork in it
It's unrelenting and unforgiving
I fucking hate it
This fucking suffering
 
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