Poetry in Essence
A Personal Poetry Collection (et belle Café Accoutrement)

No Fun




I stand around
Lookin at the mindless, empty eyes of the
Drones that brainlessly enslave themselves to the useless things they own

Am I wasting away listening to all of the things
You say will make me human?
Worthy of your acceptance?
You find pleasure in cramming damned images into my mind
Your way isn’t working for me

Spend countless hours engulfed in one-way communication with television
Indulging in the lives of strangers rather than creating your own existence

Where is the excitement!!!

What’s the point of all the rules you set?
Where’s the fun in titular leading by example?
When it’s all been done before and
Nothing is new, you’re still just a follower
Isn’t that a laugh and a half?

So why not misbehave?
Make your own soap opera
Oh things,
things,
and more silly little things we acquire
To gather dust until the maid steals it
And foolish pride
And fighting over men
And wasting energy with jealousy
of the next door neighbors new Lexus

There is a wage on your happiness, my dear
I light a cigarette as I tell you honey,
the wage is the one you put on your own head
And I gotta tell ya darlin’
that price is pretty damned low

Why do you
Why do You fail to make life simple for yourself?
Ya fill it with complicated rules unnecessary to life
You allow people who don’t even know you
To
Dictate what to wear
What you drink
Where you go
Who you should love

I’m utterly convinced of its foolishness

Dirty laundry left in the hamper a few days more
Smells funny
But don’t funny make you laugh?
So what? Leave it there

Why not instead make others wish they had the…
Dare I say it… nerve to live out loud,
Full of life, live and in color?
Happy along the way- there is beauty to
Being foolish

Be foolish

It can’t be sillier than mothers who cage their babies after dark
Stuff their mouths with rubber
Instead of consoling them with loving arms
Your car receives better care

Shameful honey… ‘cause
That ain’t living
That’s just existing
And tell me, darling…

Where the hell’s the fun in that?
1 comments:

Great poems :)
Thanks for sharing :)


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Hello and thank you so much for stopping by. My personal collection of poetry brings a sense of peace to my sometimes chaotic life. I very seldom allow strangers to enter such a private place- a place where I bare my soul. I hope you accept this rare invitation to tour my inner most secrets... in poetry form. So by all means, stay for awhile. Read some poetry. Play a silly game or two. Gaze at some extremely cute puppies. lol Enjoy yourself.

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Somniay is a well educated writer, Registered PhT, and business owner who poetically describes her racial background as, "An amalgamated mixture of contraindicated heritages." The last of 14 children, Somniay moved to New York City in 1998 where she joined the Gotham Writing School to improve her writing abilities. After returning to her southern roots in Texas, she began attending college where she achieved a degree in Science and later, Pharmacy. Somniay is currently enjoying a life of traveling the U.S. with her Navy veteran husband, David and their three children.