"humourless" poems
*Happily self occupied, absorbed in my day now
I ponder the innocence of what I’m about,
Abstractions aside, there’s a sinister dysfunction
In gliding with Mozart and yearning to shout.
To whisper with wisdom in humourless spirit
Enables cognisance that all is not well,
To float with the Angels and dine with the Devil
Moots broaching with whales in a torment of Hell.
Oils on a canvass in broad strokes of muted
Cacophony’s clamour in tympani’s roar,
The contradiction of peaceful demeanour
When pulses ignite in a rage on the floor.
Then......
With impetus found in a midnight sonata
The calm of a full moon’s light on the face
Reason returns in a soothing dissention
Of kindness’s kiss and the luck of good grace.
This man can engender the passions required
To smooth the waters and calm the tides,
Intelligent catalyst found in a teardrop
Wherein lies the nourishment loving provides.
This man can engender the salve and solution,
Can rectify tormenting wrong in the soul,
With warmth in humanity’s lyrical laughter
In quenching the blaze of black anger's role.*
Marshalg
15 May 2014
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 2:51 AM UTC
Silence hangs in the air
Locked eyes, comforting stares
Slow steps, resonating laughs
Hidden smiles, acting tough
Graceful twirls, heeled spins
Loving waltz, pretty sins
Faces inch close, on her tiptoes
A sprinkle of glitter, under the mistletoe
But time, oh so cruel, takes its toll
Spirits diverge, its ultimate goal
Away they go
One heaven, one hell
Never to meet again
But feelings still dwell
Blinking stars, fading out
Darkness swallows, leaves no doubt
Falling then, in his arms
Safety, warmth, home and hearth
Falling now, no strings attached
Endless crevice, humourless mirth
Silence prevails once again
Awkward, to say the least
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 1:03 AM UTC
She blew the smoke from her lips beautifully and delicately, as if she didn't want it to break as it left her.
"So you just wanna talk?" She said pulling the cigarette away from her mouth and dipping it into the ash tray.
"Just talk," I replied. Calmly, soothingly.
"Alright Mack, you paid $2000 for tonight. Do you want me to talk to you naked or with my legs in the air?"
I smirked and shook my head.
"Just talk. Fully clothed."
She stared at me a long moment before lighting another smoke and taking another drag; she exhaled with just as much intensity. She looked at me, up and down. Her blue eyes taking in each detail.
She put the cigarette down for a moment and unfolded her long legs, and leaned toward me, clasping her hands together in her lap. The shadows from the lights outside the hotel room were moving with her face, until the light shone on just her right eye and the blonde bangs fell, hiding the rest of her expression.
"Why is it you paid for me tonight?"
"I wanted to get to know you."
She gave a humourless laugh, quick and almost painful to listen to.
"Did you wanna fix me or somethin'?"
"No," I replied. "Only you can do that."
She took that in, backing herself back up into the shadows.
"I have one question for you to answer. That's it."
"Really. That's it?"
"That's it."
She looked at me with eyes that changed. They had become sad.
"And what is it you want to ask me?"
I looked down at my intertwined hands and back at her. Into those beautiful, sad eyes.
"Why did you decide to make this your life?"
She didn't look taken aback by my question. She didn't even look phased. She looked as though she had been asked this a thousand times. Then, her eyes went back to being cold and dark. All traces of sorrow were gone.
"I had to. What's it to you?"
"Just seems someone with so much potential would go into school for being a doctor or a lawyer."
She smiled a sad smile. "How do you know what potential I have? Besides, I'm 33 and have the body of a 20 year old and I bet I make five times more then you do in an hour."
"You're probably right," I said nodding. I ignored her question about her potential. She already knew what she was capable of. She was just afraid of it.
I looked back up at her.
"But can I ask you something else?"
She was smoking once more. "I thought you said just one question."
"Enlighten me."
"Alright. What?"
"Do you love doing this?"
This time, she was taken aback by this question. She held the cigarette in her fingers, staring into the ash tray.
"No," she said quietly. "No, I don't."
"You don't have to do this, you know."
She shook her head sadly and looked out the window as she took a drag.
"It's not that simple."
"Why?"
She blew out the smoke and turned to look at me. A single tear falling from her eye.
"Because I am broken, and I can't fix me."
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 1:58 AM UTC
Stuck in an ending timeline;
whispers of love, the humourless cheer.
Taunts that appear to be laughing, at me;
a commoner's jeer.
I saw you,
then I wanted you.
my want became a need;
and my need is now the focus of all my deed(s).
What else is left to say,
should I mourn my bereavement
or laugh at my own foolishness?
do i love or let this ache i suffer for you eat at me forever?
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC
To the red hot fires who die every night as they put delights to bed
And cradle a crisp old secret
That reminds them of home
I pick you tonight
You unloved creature of passionless nights
I pick you for adventures meant for the prettier ones
The less afraid
I pick you for the happy ending
And while the other triers are pretending
I pick your plain spotty humourless expression
I pick your fear
I pick your kisses
I pick your stuttering goodbyes
And your stumbling hellos
I pick your crumpled up heart that you put in a bottle
And wistfully sent off to sea
I pick the shade were we can lie
As we promise to never tell another
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 3:51 PM UTC
i crave you,
and i haven't the slightest of clue why.
i just do, and its pathetic.
(i'm pathetic; they were right)
i find myself constantly with these letters
pouring out, forming words,
forming sentences, forming paragraphs
about you, and i know that
you'd not spare me a second glance
if our paths were to cross again.
yet i find that
everything about you, intoxicating
from the ghost smile on your lips to the
humourless laugh that resonates so clearly,
and i find that I love you, so i'll say it one last time
and in return i'll hear yours, barely there;
your soft, petal I love you, too.
(do you really mean it?)
maybe we're just not built to last.
[And our time's up so I'll leave, and I hope
that I'll be able to forgive myself for letting you go.]
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 1:42 PM UTC
Knowledge
is a term for trivia; information.
Humourless. Dark.
Static. Solid. Literal.
Earth.
Wisdom, then,
is a sort-of Martial Art of applied Trivia.
Humourous. Light.
Dynamic. Fluid. Symbolic.
Water.
Almost as if Yin and Yang!
-
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 8:41 PM UTC
sometimes I just feel so ******* alive.
beautifully, painfully, ravenously & irreversibly alive..
exploding at the seems of my skin with unstoppable energy & will & plans.
other times I just feel so ******* dead...
numb to the bone with no one and nowhere to call home.
emotionless, humourless, directionless, & defeated.
and you never know what way it'll go,
which side will show..
it's a show, i'm a show.
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 4:46 PM UTC
The people are humourless; their scrotums' tighter
than a clenched fist gripping whip- a lash
on the back will make you laugh on the back
of a history not yours no matter how much hip-hop?
What a question
this country is--
no one can even answer it!
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 11:03 PM UTC
The little light in the corner of my right eye,
The carefree giggle at a senseless joke,
The breezy naivety,
Now there’s another part that’s awoke.
A darkness pooling in my pupils,
A window to a humourless soul,
A heavy burden touches gentle lips,
What it’s left there is a scowl.
It was a slow surrender,
I might have stopped it if I knew,
But I didn’t, so I couldn’t save,
What I have lost to you.
Mar 26, 2023
Mar 26, 2023 at 8:48 PM UTC
"I didn't authorize
you to come into my life"
I didn't let anybody
too close into my life
But you?
You've beat all odds
And you know what's funny?
You came without a plan
- so unprepared
You came stumbling and stuttering
Whenever you see me;
Then one day
I realize you being interwined with me
"You came to ruin my predestined fate!
-or so I supposed
Because you keep on pushing and dragging me out my comfort zone
Little by little did you break my walls down;
And you told me as you point my window:
"That close glass window will never let you see the whole picture or let you hear those beautiful music of laughter that the world can offer!"
I was speechless most of the time
You were the who keeps on talking
Talking me out this wall I made to isolate myself from the world;
But as time pass I spend with you,
You made me come out my door and explore the real world
With your smiles and "humourless" jokes- but nonetheless it made me laugh;
"Because -
If it weren't for you
You'll never be mine
And I'll never be yours".
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 10:30 AM UTC
We ask wild feats of writers
Unselfish word-bleeders
For work that is numinous
Words for joy, laughs, and weeping
Us hungry feel-feeders
Eat verses voluminous
We absorb works in moments
They divest force in phrase
Emotion frames numerous
Words for light, love, and darkness
Channels hours and days
Air-weightless and luminous
We call comedy writers
Carefully humorous
Use joking for distance
Words for howls, roars, and giggles
Sweet-flavours existence
From bitters that ruin us
We challenge dear writers
To capture the cumulous
Joyful, enlightening
Words for life, growth, and knowledge
Anxious, heart-tightening
Funny or humourless
Instructions in humanness
Oct 10, 2024
Oct 10, 2024 at 10:05 AM UTC
The radiance of a raisin-hued sunset, mmmm begs to be devoured,
Surpassed only by the sun-kissed swish of your hair,
Freeze-dried mouse **** takeaway coffee, yuck never savoured!
Liberate that unwrapped shiny percolator from its cupboard lair!
A risen sunrise, nature’s soufflé, how delicious!
Matched only by your uplifting starlight smile,
Tooth destroying shop cakes, rock-like and dangerous,
Shamefully neglected family recipes, go on worth a trial!
A silvered-moonrise over a dappled seascape,
The equal just, of the bewitching tint of your eyes,
Inappropriate Use Of Capitals, Sadly There Is No Escape,
Poor education or the tyranny of Media Ignorance I surmise.
The magnificence of a frosted night, behold a starry-symphony!
Rivalled by the musical grace of your dance-like movements,
Other people’s mobile conversations, ill-mannered cacophony,
Full of their self-important pompous little moments.
The surreal eerie calm after a summer thunderstorm,
Mirrored by the eternally sunny charm of your blessed being,
The despicable litter of our fellows, their squalid pitiful art form,
From self-respect and consideration, perpetual fleeing.
An enchanted stroll through aromatic Springtime pastures,
Joyously refreshing, worthy reflection of your beautiful soul,
Sad humourless beings, their perennial blank-eyed gestures,
Barren and wasteful, a merciless lifelong own goal.
© Robert Porteus
Oct 11, 2021
Oct 11, 2021 at 4:55 AM UTC