Tired Of The Same Old Same Old? Poem by Susan Williams
Tired Of The Same Old Same Old?
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Are you getting tired of the same old same old?
Are things about as exciting as watching leaf mold?
Are you bored with the infinite tedium of your day?
Is everything just a quay of gray?
A passe replay of every yesterday?
A stale ashtray of ashes gray?
Are you stuck in the doldrums?
Is life just a bowl of stale crumbs?
Has zest been boiled out and all you do is yearn?
Is your passion as passionate as a controlled burn?
Well...
Ain't life swell.
I too had a case of ennui. Phooey,
Said I, I want a life plumb full of screwy
My life was just a yawn of tedium ever so monotonous
I felt I would go mad it made me feel so anonymous
So I rode into the desert bareback on my horse
Thinking we would take a different course
Up the steep flank of a sand hill
He was full of strength, he would not be rode to a standstill
Want a little excitement in your life?
Maybe a little wild life? A dash of strife?
A super rush? A super-dooper flush of a rush?
Well wait till a pheasant pops up out of a sagebrush
Flying straight up into your horse's stomach! !
And you? You have no saddle horn, you silly lummox! !
Then boredom will seem a most desired summit
Whilst into a prickly group of cacti you plummet.
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~~~~~~~~©2018 Susan Williams
Re-comment all you want- -I love hearing your thoughts and I believe it would be a compliment each time you found something new! ! !
Soran! Riding horses can be tame and without strife- - -it; s those other days that send our bodies home with an extra bruise or two that make us wonder about our life-style not that I would ever willingly stop riding those magnificent animals with those usually kind eyes! ! ! Thank you for the 10+ on my fall from grace! ! !
In this attractive and powerful poem, the poet begins with philosophical questions, perhaps she has reached her convincing answers through her rich experiences and intense readings, then we come to the second part of the poem, which gives us her conclusions inspired by poetic images of the elements and creatures, and thus the poet makes us live an atmosphere charged with adventure and logic Inside this wonderful masterpiece of work 10+ and onto my list
nowadays I have to look and read your poems carefully to avoid re commenting on them, but hopefully in the end I will comment on all of your wonderful poems
I felt I would go mad it made me feel so anonymous So I rode into the desert on my horse Thinking we would take a different course Up the steep flank of a sand hill He was full of strength, he would not be rode to a standstill
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Ever so daring! ! ! .. And heartfelt too! ! ! .. Though, I am not as brave.. As You! ! ! .. I am sorry about the pheasant and the cacti too! ! ! .. I am glad You're alright! ! ! ..... I think I'd settle with starry nights! ! ! .. You have a sense of humour in this too.. :) Though if You were hurt.. We'd sure miss You! ! ! .. 10S Galore! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! +++++ saved Dear.... :)
Daring only in that I loved to ride - the first year I owned Black Polly I averaged a fall a day and that mare always ran back to the barn without me which resulted in miles of walking through sagebrush and sand. The black horse who leaped out from under me in this poem just stopped, turned his head to look at me and I swear he chuckled.
in my reply, I neglected to type in the word - -sans saddle- - If this is not taken into account, I would sound physically awkward instead of mentally deficient. Have to maintain though that riding is the best way to ride...
I still say Wow and daring! ! ! .. Black Polly is a beautiful name! ! ! .. Though I don't know what a sans saddle is.. :) I didn't know you still rode. Even, Braver than I knew... Plz though, stay with us too! ! ! .. I think Crystals my dog, was laughing at me, as she watched me outside trying to get to my knees, than feet.. Thankfully I didn't have to walk back miles home, though... Endless 10S! ! ! .. Dear..
Flower dear, you tickle me! Sans saddle- -you were focused on a type of saddle. I was saying sans- as in without. Without saddle. All my riding days are indeed over- but I often live in the past... it was a much better place which tells me how awful the present is. We'll be selling our horse Rocky 2 soon- we can no longer afford him