Instead (Grass is always greener when it’s someone else’s fence)

Boredom inspired poetry

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Delivering a destiny, a long-forgotten town,

where old chihuahua’s tamed the west and gophers wore a frown

Along a dusty avenue, a place where cactus roam,

behind the shutters on the glass when neighbors find you home

You cannot take a moment to believe the things you see,

that purple pair of underwear the other’s bought for free

A clothesline in the vestibule where paintings go to dry,

beneath a crying rainbow that forgot somehow to fly

 

Now step this way and you will see that nothing is the same

and then you’ll find that everything is as it did remain

Because the patterned public wears a subtle shade of gray,

when shopping on a busy street with traffic in their way

A maple tree, a dentist chair, a traffic sign in blue,

all placed inside a shopping cart with nothing else to do

An out-of-pocket quarter is the least of your expense,

as grass is always greener when it’s someone else’s fence

 

So if the weather changes does that mean a change of heart,

before you find the ending is the perfect place to start

While reading every chapter on the lipstick she does wear,

the page that’s titled “Kissing” is the one your eyes should stare

Occasions might invite you to the place you long to meet,

where candy isn’t everything that you will find is sweet 

Now, take a moment, pucker up and aim for something wet,

your life will change forever when you taste the prize you get

 

Right now, I’ll end this poem that was written as a song,

and thank the ones who read it and the ones who sang along

But if your voice is out of key don’t leave by the front door,

that lock is stuck, it’s been that way, since yesterday before

When taxis parked along the curb so close that you will find,

the marks made by their tires colored black, they left behind

When here you see the finish of this thing that you just read,

now, don’t you wish you chose to read another’s work instead

 

 

Author's Note

I started writing this bit of nonsense to write a poem with 14 syllables per line that made no sense at all and because I was bored. I think I managed to accomplish my challenge but I am still bored.

Reviews

[Soren]

No Will I didn't wish to read another's work instead. There are some great lines here. "beneath a crying rainbow that forgot somehow to fly" " grass is always greener when it’s someone else’s fence" A great bit of fun.

[willweb]

Thanks my friend. Glad you liked it.

[AYVID N]

Your boredom brought out something so entertaining and I loved the format. This is the kind of poetry I love best. Spontaneous and from the gut when we don't know where we are being led but loving the trot through an unknown yet exciting lane, anyway.. I enjoyed it totally.

[willweb]

Thanks again my friend, just being a bit silly and letting my imagination run about on its own. : )

[AYVID N]

Loved it... :)

[Neville]

the boy dun good .. very good indeed .. there's nowt worse is there, than boredom that is .. far too long n detailed for a mere whimsey Will, but I can assure you sir, I am not adverse to a fourteen syllable exceptionally silly but bloomin good verse :)

[willweb]

Thanks my friend...just an exercise in poetic nonsense that I am glad you enjoyed.

[William Michael Reeves]

Not really! I started to read then my key got stuck in the door ... to your bored mind. But there's some sense to your nonsense. Like green grass behind someone else's fence. Patterned public. I think I'll grab a cab to some other page, but be glad I got caught here for a moment. I do believe what I see, that you can't be bored when you write!

[willweb]

No, you are right, I an not bored when I write it's just sometimes I write because I am bored. : )
Thanks so much my friend. Just having a bit of fun.

[carl]

absolutely love it. With your permission I am going to print this and put it up in my pottery home studio for Inspiration, "Alice style I've come for awhile then back to shinning glass." Kudos sir.

[willweb]

Of course my friend, be my guest. Thanks so much for stopping by.

[Junebug]

Somehow it makes some sense. Or at least, there are elements that seem to point to something tangible. I like how silly some of the lines are.

Also I really like:
"... beneath a crying rainbow that forgot somehow to fly"
"A maple tree, a dentist chair, a traffic sign in blue, all placed inside a shopping cart with nothing else to do."
"... don’t leave by the front door, that lock is stuck, it’s been that way since yesterday before"

Oh, man, I am terrible at rhyming, so I am impressed you succeeded.

[willweb]

Thank you, I thought I replied to this yesterday but I guess I was dreaming or something. So, this is kind of like the piece you posted yesterday as I just sat and started writing to see what would happen. I am glad you liked this.