Best Choleric Poems
I am the environmentalist in love with wine,
my shoulders carry and reside in the cutting edge side of life,
the establishment craves to be the human race
while I stroll the memories of “Sailor fields”
amongst ancient Jurassic stone.
Is this! The only way for me?
My saline tears run freely now a days,
it’s time that governs one’s sentiment,
no doubt the plague of waiting relates to this.
What! Of the future,
hey , i want to forget about futuristic wars,
may be the media are in gross error of judgment?
I’m told I’m only a little man, at last now I know why I’m the
one that society chastises every day,
Why this mortal flame in constant combat becomes
life’s tomb stone around my neck.
To feel freedom, another swig so my lacklustre eyes again become stimulated
as the view overcomes my immobility and bids farewell, to the great lady
that glides portly on the outgoing tide.
Curse this elemental wind
that curls in from the east,
“Mother” i cry
“Is this the clarity of our beginning.” the start of all this crap,
as astringent thoughts flow through my urban bucolic mind,
seeing or feeling nothing of the moment, only a repeat of the actions of many insensitive men,
those that flourish, those that sentiment cannot stain those that walk tallest amongst men;
because they were hungry for appurtenance.
I remember well , in the far off lea of my mind,
down on the farm thousands of miles away across the Pacific,
where enamel clashed against concrete
there , where foolhardy dreams were dashed,.
when the heart pursued
the warm flesh , she that gave her
reflection to the swan song
of an innocence.
Alas should one be compelled to expire
as one would, a chardonnay basking in the hot sunshine?
Should one fall foul of a politically correct society
that , outside of one’s comfort zone,
because one feels , want , in choleric veins?
Even the sullen white cross, dotted upon the highways
become burning embers, a constant reminiscence,
an emotional monument to many inhibited memories.
Yet I beg this deportment shows me a realization,
that death is imminent,
so why this perpetual waiting, this constant urge,
for this vein dependency to be infringed upon ???
© Harry J Horsman 2012
Categories:
choleric, angst, drug,
Form:
Free verse
choleric clouds, suspended
over the leaking lake
the rebellion of a teenage face
cross-eyed, ferocious
bereaved by a split pancake
baffled by life’s inconsistencies
a vortex peeks out of darkness
ready to ripple and run her mascara
suddenly swans, as the sun vanquishes the storm
a rare epiphany twirls in her mind
graceful snow wings dapple the outskirts
of time
playful and daring to proliferate
a smile across the freckled face
she embraces the curvature of a poet’s neck
and spreads her august wings
the wild and homeric transformation
of an ugly duckling
she amazes her friends
4/6/2019
Suddenly Swans Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Maureen McGreavy
Categories:
choleric, bird, teen,
Form:
Free verse
On the edge of my seat,
On the tip of my chair,
Sweating in the Doctor’s Lair,
Waiting for that sympathetic stare
And the news
That my slack heart
Needs a jump start,
Liver fails to deliver,
Blood is clogged
With choleric cholestrol,
Kidneys are more cesspit,
Than filtration device,
Belly fluff is full of lice,
Tonsils are shot
With boasting bacteria
Roller-coasting
Down my gullet
To a soirée
In the small intestine.
Inwardly I scream
And await the death sentence
On my organs.
She’ll tell me that
The years of gorgonzola
Gormandising and
Elevated caffeine intake
Have condemned me
To an early coffin-break.
Oh my aching mind!
I can feel the blinds
Descending and my
DNA un-mending.
The worms are wriggling
Down my spine
When the doctor says
“You’ve got a bit of a cold,
You’ll be fine.”
Categories:
choleric, health, humor,
Form:
Free verse
PASSIONS
On the deck of his life’s boat
In a state of confusion
Was he sitting
Gazing at the horizon of
The unknown
Dark clouds of doubt were hovering
In his puzzling mind
His thoughts in disarray were venturing into a labyrinth
Of faint speculations
The dilemma was his, knowing not where to go
The roads of virtue and that of vice before him
They stood:
Equally appealing
Equally accessible
Equally demanding!
He tried to pierce the veil of life’s mystery
With his wondrous, enquiring eyes but
Every effort is a sound failure:
The riddle persists
The obscurity endures
The enigma remains.
Impatience enters now his troubled psyche and
Horrid panic becomes his constant companion.
Suddenly, his choleric aimless, and violent passions
Snatched the rudder of his life’s boat in their needy:
For control
Hungry for rule and
Thirsty for power
Arrogant, reckless hands and
In their eagerness to rule over his
Disorientated mind, enslaved
Reason: The illuminated helmsman
Hand-cuffed love: The tender-hearted captain and
Tortured understanding: The knowledgeable pilot and
Threw overboard benign compassion and
Holly mercy.
Shortly after, the humane crew of lofty virtues,
Subjugated to the newly established tyranny was:
Ruthlessly deprived of its power
Violently derailed from its course and
Brutally twisted in its meaning,
To fit passions’ newly adapted schemes,
Of infamy
Of turmoil
Of inconsideration and
Of shameful vice.
Then, as the sails of vanity and blind temptations
Opened wide and
The craven wind of uncontrollable urges rushed to
Swell them with corrupt impetuous desires,
His shaky boat unguided drifted to the open rough sea
Of self-destructive indulgence,
Through the hurricane of obscure ignorance,
Towards the perilous sterile rocks of despicable lust
Where it crashed and sank into the abyss of filthy appetites,
In the graveyard of lawless souls at which
Murky desperation eternally reigns!
Ah, if only he had chosen the path of virtue!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
18 January 2013
Categories:
choleric, boat, confusion, introspection, lost,
Form:
Epic
She looks kinda cute even when she is mad
yet, so composed when things turn out bad.
How she smiles even in deep, sweet slumber
that I love watching whenever I am with her.
Kids get sick, turns me into a nervous wreck,
she just smiles “Relax, hon, get some sleep”
and while I’m snoring totally lost to the world,
she lovingly nurses them with a heart of gold.
Next morning she whispers “How’s my man?”
what have I done to deserve such a woman!
I smile thinking her children really total five
the oldest of whom is fast approaching 55.
When I erupt like a volcano she allows me
then soothes it with “Are you okay, honey?”
“Now let's talk about this like sane people”
leaving me chastened, a choleric old fool.
I often wonder how she lasted long years
living with my juvenile, explosive temper.
I just count every blessing, this nut case
married to a lady I fondly call Funny Face.
Categories:
choleric, funny, happiness, wife, me,
Form:
Narrative
When true love augment its speed in the marathon,
hate takes refuge into a catacomb.
Quote by poet
A person with love epic
Which is not lunatic,
polemic , problematic
and choleric.
It is sophistic and dogmatic in someone's
mystic eyes
But he calls it "classic."
A person with love epic
Which is not hectic,
periodic , myopic
and atopic.
It is genetic and folkloric in someone's
mystic eyes
But she calls it "medic."
Categories:
choleric, romantic, romantic love,
Form:
Rhyme
My, he really is something, my egotistical friend -
Enigmatic and choleric he will be till the very end;
Youth, the loss of it, causes him no alarm, he's just so cool,
Outwardly, creaky bones and all, he still acts like a young bull.
Keep going, old boy, I pray, till the next grandchild comes your way.
Categories:
choleric, lost love, love, sad,
Form:
Rhyme
There was an old Santa from Limerick
Who became so odd as a maverick
He drove all his reindeer insane
When they showered him with methane
And lived the rest of his life choleric.
He was nominated Santa once more
When the weatherman forecast rain to pour
But his reindeer had all passed on
Tender and rare the steak all gone
When having shacked up with the local whore.
© Harry J Horsman 2018
Categories:
choleric, christmas,
Form:
Limerick
Elements of life
Many positive elements
that we need to inculcate,
Since power of traits
defines a character.
Itself one of four classical elements,
with a mention in Greek philosophy,
Defined as life and death in later occultism,
Hindus call it Mother Earth,
that nurtures and sustains.
Growing and breathing
beaming in sun,
Inherently neutral,
Nature sanguine, choleric,
Phlegmatic or melancholic,
Create immense power
with union of fire and water.
Can we soar towards
that longing
for light after death,
If we keep untransformed
negativity alive ?
Can we lose to
spiritual consciousness,
and remain unaware
of the Union of elements ?
Written March 15th, 2016
For contest by Brian Davey
Categories:
choleric, earth,
Form:
Free verse
Life lies before me like a sky washed sea
Ever swelling waves, following one after another
Moments gather, experiences that surge upon me
Play hide and seek; me and my dreams together
walk side by side, looking up at the sky
Where rain clouds resemble mountain peaks
A lonely white heron silhouetted, soaring high and high
Pierces the pall of gloom, letting out sunstreaks
Everything seems so real; the moments, the dreams
Though I know I must dwell in there
Where the withered reality tree smothers and gleams
Submerging into an obnoxious time-mine, the layers
Of which are fretted with choleric roots and gloomy stones.
It's life real; stripped of all imagination
(Which makes perfumed gardens with heavenly roses grown)
No, the bubble bursts, it's all perturbation
Around me everyone wears a mask, bereft of blood
The well-groomed mannequins, the pre-programmed ones
well fitted to the ways of the world, they flood
The streets, the highrises, the parks; while the swans
The immortal swans on whose wings the clouds reel
The odious 'real' world lags far behind, with its heart of steel
I soar up, catch up with the swans, and I peel
My mask of complacency, and shout in the sky what I feel.
Categories:
choleric, identity, imagination,
Form:
Quatrain
you ...
were there, of-a-sudden ...
standing beside me
after nearly three tens of years -
right beside me
like no time had passed
as if broken hearts, new lovers and
children, and a river's tears had
not flowed downstream ...
as if those fading cares and
choleric words had never poisoned
the air between us ...
as if time hadn't weathered
our hearts, or a
million I love you's drowned in a
sea of unwelcome change ...
you were beside me once again
and it felt so good
so wonderfully ... NORMAL
we began talking, in
the very comfortable, easy way
we always had - our gaze
dancing eyes-to-lips-to-eyes
as they used to, and
before any conscious thought
had settled in my mind
I found myself longing for what I
realized (at once) I had
missed so dearly -
your kiss ...
and though you now, after
half a lifetime of separation and
unknown consequence, stood
close enough for me
to catch the divine fragrance of your
hair, and but a bend-at-the-waist
away from tasting the
mouth that I had lost my
senses in so many times, the lips
that had whispered my name
so dreamily in countless number -
sexy secrets that only I
could understand ...
though you were near enough
for me to see my
reflection in the burnt umber
wonder of your eyes ...
you may as well have been
on the moon ...
for you were now the
one thing that would keep me
forever from your embrace -
the one thing that doomed me to
a life of lonely regret ...
another's.
Categories:
choleric, appreciation, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
BIG SPOILED CHILD
Weather feels close tonight
The elements are furious. I feel their rage dire,
Hair on end, air crackles, tantrum time -
Zeus’s wrath of heaven : his approaching ire.
He’s angrily abandoned Olympus again -
Storming out, tumbling the Gods’ furniture around.
Initial rumbling grumble in far-off sky,
Clouds frowning shouting out loud sounds.
His flushed black face - a threat of violence
And danger from his flash of anger welling,
Yielding sudden giant teardrops pouring
From the truant Titan son’s yelling.
Zeus’s right-hand thunderbolt
With traced, crazed, forked path,
Clutching the ground with crooked claw,
Snatching at the land with his fierce wrath,
And striking aimlessly at mother earth,
Till his choleric temper has evaporated;
And she absorbing all till he’s calmed,
His passion and displeasure dissipated.
Building his strength for another fit of rage,
Now he sleeps quiet in his Olympian bed:
And all await his next vexed paroxysm
Of uncontrolled violence and dread.
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( Written for the category of SURREAL )
Categories:
choleric, imagination
Form:
Imagism
"I Wish I Knew The Ending...Or, the Beginning"
Of All My Intention: choleric and kind
I built an excursion, still feckless and blind
Through all of the chances I seldom had placed:
My mind was mistaken, my heart was defaced
I fell for a Dreamer, and She fell for me
With All Our Intention, our eyes couldn't see
When silence was golden, we fell for much less
There's much to remember, and more to confess
What hearts had we planted with all of our schemes?
We dream in the Darkness, and live in our dreams
Our Reason is chained to irrational castes
We yearned for the future, and buried our pasts
What once was ambition had turned into dust
From Love to affection, affection to lust
Our faces show sorrow; they come out at night
With each new perception, our hearts had grown trite
These hearts we had melded were built in the dark
From All Our Intention, our Fears disembark...
Categories:
choleric, allegory, allusion, metaphor, psychological,
Form:
Rhyme
A special design, I am created
quilted fabrics of love and hatred
uncertainties and boredom intertwined
loomed with resentment and outrage
dyed abundantly with tears, salty
and bittersweet combined.
You tucked me in a box
four walls will they be enough
candy-coated me with your choleric
egocentric behavior, that's rough
So tired of being your proverbial doormat
Laid up with your unorthodox method.
Pathetic, I smile and say hey, Maricris!
be patient, good things take time
sometimes you can't explain what you see
surround yourself with people
who can make you hungry for life
touch your heart and nourish your soul.
Ups and downs, imminent disputes
made you a strong woman, let things
run their course or you end up falling out
hold on and don't let them mind pollute
the smile on your face makes it perfect
just appreciate and don't wrinkle the fabric.
(C)2016 Maricris Cabrera?
Categories:
choleric, courage, depression, emotions, hurt,
Form:
Rhyme
Moody Storm
Lighting flashes from the East to the West.
Sitting on my porch, blowing on my face, the wind has progressed.
Trees swaying to the left and to the right..
Dark brooding clouds liberating some patches of moonlight.
Out of the choleric night sky heaves, heavy rain drops.
I ran into my house while sounding off a scary loud yawp!
All of a sudden; I heard a clunk, a thud and a thump!
The stormy night sky disports icy balls! Playing out its last trump!
Finally; there is a lifeless cold eerie silence.
The saturnine night sky lastly dissipates its vengeance.
Categories:
choleric, adventure, imagination, natural disasters,
Form:
Rhyme