Best Furious Poems
So easily my brain ceases to be
Lacked in comfort how hectic it could be
Brain cells wrapped around membranes like tree stems
Within the frameworks of the Universe
Brain cells have more mass than stars that compass
So easily my brain ceases to be
Dendrites form the shadows of tree branches
Visually compelling to the eye-minded
Brain cells wrapped around membranes like tree stems
Does this brainstorm begin and have an end?
Twirling and swirling can’t we comprehend?
So easily my brain ceases to be
Medicines that we can’t apprehend
Enabling the brainstorm that never ends
Brain cells wrapped around membranes like tree stems
Mystery enshrouds our Brain’s functions
Those pills blunt and fill those with apathy
So easily my brain ceases to be
Brain cells wrapped around membranes like tree stems
Furious Zorbas*
Nature's Nemesis arrived.
Hubris' aftermath!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
01 October 2018
5-7-5
*"Zorbas" is the name given to a cyclone that appeared in
the Mediterranean Sea and has afflicted mainly Greece for a week now, causing considerable damages, including loss of life. Usually, we
do not see Cyclones in this part of the world, but we will see them more often with climate change! Man has to learn to respect
Mother Nature and to avoid Hubris!
Fast And Furious
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Nitrous Oxide Gas
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9th April 2015
All Rights Reserved
Teeth clutched in furious fists,
Miles high above the mists,
Eyes thrust on identity’s this,
A smile wandering far amiss.
So this is the face of a simile,
Resting peacefully in eternity,
Here’s a figure of stoic rectitude,
Reflecting over mass ineptitude.
Of time I once knew,
When my lady a sword withdrew,
A flirt upon an ocular lance,
Its mark on earth to live or dance.
It is but an unseemly error,
This wholly world of fluid terror,
Think not twice or multiples upon it,
Suffer the stones that bite to hit.
For once upon a broken time,
There was a cheapened hollow dime,
Whose mother eyed a parenthetical ghost,
Truth attired in a burning roast.
This then is the tale,
Of memories and mountains yet to scale,
Birds, mice, pearls and dice,
Plain secrets to unlock life’s holy device.
Living is more than getting the most,
Dying comes later in the laugh of the host,
He whose voice know’s of no other,
Sees the face of man’s earthly mother.
Its not make believe following the rules,
Nor a farce to question social tools,
A question of policy expressed in a letter,
A conceptual echo though hardly better.
Our day is here high to boot,
To laugh with the wind like an uncouth hoot,
The unborn faces of earthly flowers yet to come,
To rise, to whither, blasphemy for some.
extemporary
furious nature asking why
as if I can help.
Furious George
was a monkey, so bad
He beat up his trainer
which made him feel glad
You can find him often
pitching a fit
But don't get too close
while he's throwing his ....
Then came the day
when a publisher called
to further a deal
hitherto stalled
But in the end
they rejected his story
and Furious George
left them just a bit gory
He was hauled off to jail
awaiting appeal
while his Curious Cousin
got the book deal
Mike Wise
10-18-19
Time disorder is common in a concert meant for those who rush
one organized by adrenaline and moderated by passion
a boomerang transaction, where the receiver and giver are the same
in a speedy interplay, faster than lightening and confusing to the clock,
a deal where the expense is simply the profit.
Her effect in this cold feels like warm hell in cracked ice
proving that sexuality is the best chef, which leaves her expertly baked
for this burning tease to dispossess the rain of its rainbow.
It’s time to do nature’s homework with an instinctive craft
where lust is king and fantasy, on a red bikini.
This enticing invitation with a humid feel can’t be given a missed call
I deserve the death sentence if I let go of this appealing grip.
Sliding through her flat front with a distracted composure
sinking into her back door protrusions with that sense of entitlement
feeling those submissive rib bones like the keys of an organ
all in one body capable of unfreezing the ice of antartica.
Lips melting into mine like a burning candle wax
two mountains with tips, the only gateway to the pink skies
in need of my suck, they stand round, firm and below her rubber shoulders.
She gladly wears my impatience like a fitted leather belt
complimenting it with accelerating moves in dire need of a stabilizer
folding into each other as we dance the ‘lock and key’
then every cardinal point is met by our sliding, rolling bodies
and greeted with the appetizing sounds of our clapping torsos.
Feasting in the accommodation of her wrapped gorgeous limbs
oblivious in pleasure’s park from the blanket of her flesh
erotic hospitality not in history books, served by the sheets of her skin
I’m wild, lost in reality, faded in sanity as both bodies prey on each other
displaying a vigil of powerful affection void of the pause button
for the sun to delay its rise as it hopes for a continuous replay.
Beads of sweat trickles down my head
I feel as hot as lava spews out of me like a mighty volcano,
Covers me with black that is blacker than colored black ash,
Still the redness of my face bleeds through this and much more
Fully combustible fumes about to explode within
From what is contained and what is expelled,
Is not pleasant to onlookers, nor myself.
I think, plan, and plot,
But, who is the best of plotters?
Looking for a target to unleash my fury,
Aiming in and out and feeling wretched
I pull the strings of a ball of yarn,
Yanking it like hair on someone’s head,
Unravels and completely falls dead.
How dreadful it is to be red as a cherry tomato,
Or green as a monster with a green eye as the color of ivy
Tightly wound, trapped within and confined,
In a room, solitary, quiet, and silent
Devoid of any interaction
Of humans, insects, and animals
Just air, breathing, in and out,
I go against the flow,
Not with it, but against it
I sit down and lament
Please help me in my confusion
Come to my rescue
Do not leave me sitting all alone
On this lonely beach of abandonment
Help me my brothers
Help me my compatriots
Help me you all men of good will
To make a modicum of sense
From all disconcerting confusion around me
My country has become an enigma
Difficult to fathom and rescue
From self inflicted contradictions
We were in the abyss of despondency
We were in dire need
To wriggle out from Economic strangulation
Kidnapping and banditry
General insecurity and insurgency
Glaring leadership failure
And like furious flash flood
We trooped out with hope in our hearts
With one goal in mind
To cast our votes and make a change
Particularly the youth eager
To put their trust once more
In a system bereft of any trust
And like a Gale of disappointment
Our hope came cascading down
To the abyss of disillusionment
And cacophony of claims and denials
And waiting for the unseen hands of destiny
To steer her from annihilation
To the habitual and perpetual state of inertia
Who will be at heaven? Elf Mama asked me.
She had a gap between her teeth and a one-trick pony
boob-chest which didn't seem to divide anywhere actually.
I put my head on it.
It was soft,
and it loved me.
Who will be in heaven?
The dogs, I thought. Only the dogs.
No one else loves like that.
You do, Elf Mama said.
I stuck out my tongue and woke up.
Furious George, angry adolescent
Whose fury was white-hot incandescent
He kept punching a cop
Foolish kid wouldn't stop ~
The slammer's now curbed his effervescence
Serious and Furious
About my many poems people were curious;
They should really start taking them serious;
Someone is supporting,
And danger escorting;
Is flustering Trump making us all furious.
Jim Horn
Over 10 .
Some Senators can get quite furious
They can even become injurious
First scratch 'n then bite
Get into 'cat-fights'
Their arguments ~ utterly spurious
Doused with flammable liquids
Bursting into a furious flame
On fire with no sensation of pain
Only thoughts of power to use in my gain
Letting the imprisoned monster out of it's cage
Finding use of my uncontrollable rage
Furious fury fires
Shooting to the endless sky
Calms the deep blue sea