Best Infuriate Poems
Absurd situations amuse me; they get written into poems.
Foolish generalizations about groups of people infuriate me;
they also get written into poems.
All Irish, all whites, all English, all red-heads, there is no all.
It makes not a whit of sense.
But the one thing that has gotten my goat faster than any other thing?
“All women over forty are dried up.” Yes, I know. It is crazy, but I heard it.
When I was forty-four, twenty-two years ago, and it still irritates me.
When I think of it, which is not often, I relish in the thought that the man who used it is incarcerated now, using all kinds of other silly sayings,
that probably get him whooped daily.
He loved to generalize groups of people. “All men in their twenties,
all Swedes, all people who wear overalls, all women who wear gloves…”
I soak myself in friendly waters, not worrying about this stuff usually.
Tonight I slathered my worn-out self in a luxurious lavender bath when I thought of it again.
It is weird how the most random stupid things will pop into your head, irritating you at odd times.
If I fly the Stars and Stripes
I'll offend the left
Unfurl the rainbow flag
infuriate the right
Red and blue no longer good
ditto the colors of rainbow bright
Perhaps I'll just surrender
and wave a flag of white
I am who I am not because you think I am.
I am who I am because you say I am.
Your words do not define me, it only motivates me to be different.
There was a time your actions would infuriate me,
suddenly my actions is all you see.
I will do what I must than to be a burden,
for people are nice to your face and devious behind curtain.
If I am silent then I have nothing to say,
I've learned well the formula for trouble
also how to detect when discussions go astray.
I will share with world though some things I hide,
like why am I the Black sheep, Z' Traveler and why I hold them with pride.
My memories are misery it's almost a strain,
My past lets me forget nothing especially the pain.
If I am not too forthcoming then you need a new plan,
for skeptic and distant is definitely my intention.
There are times I think that I am the only one
but the years made me strong and I say thanks to you,
for it is you who made me who I am.
Excited
when I got
up I slipped
into my jeans
pulled on my boots
and grabbed an apple for
each pocket in my jean jacket.
You watch as I drive up then
immediately start to ignore.
I climb the fence,
sit and take an apple
and start to toss it.
As a sentinel on guard nothing
escapes you.
Beauty in motion you come but then saunter your way closer.
You handsomely muscled beast,
this used to infuriate me
now I simply take a bite from the apple.
I have your attention,,,ahh come to me my charmer…
I take you to the stable and brush the muck and mire from your wooly coat,
then we start through the meadows.
The affection of the sun,
the beauty of the sky,
the fragrance of grass,
perfection.
I know where we’ll end up but indifferent how we get there so
you take the lead through the fields into the woods.
I watch because you are not above
trying to scrape me off on a tree.
We leave the woods and full out tear up the hill.
The thunder of your hooves, the sound of
your breath, the chunks of earth flying, can it get any better.
The jet thinks he will win this race but he doesn’t know you.
Both of us out of breath we slow. You so proud and arrogant,
the spirit of your mother alive and well.
At the stable I wipe you down and brush you. I love this time with you.
With your head you push me and I reach into my pocket
and produce the other apple. As I work in the stable and outside
you stay at my shoulder.
Tomorrow I will not be able to lift my tea pot,
tomorrow I will wince as I climb the stairs,
but today I smell like horses and leather,
the best perfume never made.
Rusted golden knob,on the left of a parched
and partially painted door.
Turn clockwise,close my eyes and push
Screeching,squeaking keeping eyes closed no peeking
Dust,musk and dander fill my nasal passages.(sneeze)
Open my eyes low and behold images flash through my mind.
Hastily and apace my recollections reappear,
While witnessing a single spider falling slowly to the floor.
As I step into this great empty space-just past way of the door.
Looking,seeing a gander rising my eyes to head level,
Piercing airborne gilings and dancing soot,
Flickering rays from the sun infuriate my sight like I am a midnight devil.
Light roaming in and around from a dingy sliding glass window,
A vignette emerges of the old wooden fence in the backyard.
This is where we lived-And that's where we played hard.
The great hands of fate have squeezed their grip on this infallible date!
Make way, fermenting 7th, for the intolerable October the 8th!
Far, far away the lone lemur leaps with joy to celebrate-
The great, insoluble, improvable, October the blasted 8th!
D.W, dear, with quirks and beauty that torment and infuriate,
Can you not see my flippidy- floppity- flimsy- fedazzled state?
See how my nerves leave me prostrate on the coming of this most magical date!
October the phone a-flippin, Charles J. Dickens, Squawking chickens,
Sexy centaurs strippin, heart sta-ricken, danger dippin' -
October the infernal 8th!
My forbidden fruit
How lovely you are
How so delicious I imagine you to taste on my lips..
How delightful you infuriate me with your gentle teasing.
You enjoy playing with the woman you desire.
Everything you say intensifies and sweet fully dominates my desires towards you
I secretly adore you.
I adore everything about you.
Even your moments of stubbornness glows, like pure, irresistible, masculinity in my eyes.
As pure, rich, golden honey, slowly drips from its honeycomb,
so does my eyes slowly takes its time when its upon you ,
soaking in every inch of gorgeous.
My thoughts behold you without my permission.
Yes !
Silently, my soft heart whispers to you
Yes !
I do want you as much as you want me .
Yet strongly and firmly my lips utters to you NO .
Again
You reminded me what passion feels like.
You reminded me that having a man around feels so precious safe and beautiful.
You reminded me that there is happiness with two.
You offer me everything my heart craves
Everything my heart wants and everything my heart needs
You freely offer me so much,
Yet the only thing I take from you, is one last glance ,
As I step away from you,
and turn to the one who makes me forget all these beautiful things, and replaces them with harsh heart ache, neglect and helpless sorrows
and hope that one day he becomes like you .
17 May 2012
I’m curious…
When the people have the power,
And the powers that be infuriate the people,
And the people act with their power,
And they vote with that power, giving some away,
And the ‘Golden Dawn’ is really a ‘growing wrong’,
But the people can’t do a damned thing except realize they did wrong
By inviting the Dawn into power with their own acts,
And the new powers that be can’t change a damned thing
Because the people are burning the nation in fury,
I’m curious, what is power?
I’m curious…
When the ‘invisible hand’ dictates wealth,
And my business becomes everybody’s business because, well,
Because privatization means ‘all about me’ becomes all yours… for a price
And ‘big business’ is no longer human in scale,
It’s too obese to live forever and yet it needs to always feed on the hard earnings of others,
And so the rich get richer and the poor get poorer,
But the rich need the poor to feed their wallets and create more need to feed the greed,
Because, how would fundraisers work without a cause?
Still, the poor need the apparent kindness of the rich just to get by,
And so I’m curious, what is wealth?
I’m curious…
When society needs a dictionary to know the definition of love,
And the difference between it and lust, or infatuation, or plain obsession,
And when the belief of love can evolve into hate, rape, murder, jealousy, and suicide,
And other so-called ‘evils’… but perhaps they are necessary evils…
For, would love be so precious and valuable if there was no deprivation for us to be freed from?
When we need to lose to realize how much we loved the lost,
And to have faith or to believe in you means ‘first give me a reason to do so’,
And to love you means to love the way s/he feels like loving you,
Not the way you need her/him to love you,
I’m curious, what is love?
I’m curious…
When ‘want’ becomes synonymous with ‘need’,
When we need to lose in order to understand that all we need is all we have,
I’m curious…
Instead of walking briskly, I often shuffle:
Watching TV I’ll cough, sniffle and snuffle:
This riles my wife and creates a kerfuffle,
Then flipping channels - her feathers I ruffle!
Such are the things that please me now!
Will nap in the chair, till dinner is late:
Or eat peas from my knife: to aggravate.
After jay walking, the motorist I berate!
Will say what I think; tell others straight
What’s on my mind, which makes some irate!
But they’re the things that please me now!
I lecture my children - it’s something they hate:
Bore them with old tales I repeatedly relate,
It drives them to tears, so they often state,
Or makes them angry! I love to infuriate!
It’s more of what pleases me now!
Slurp my coffee and saucer my tea ;
Dunk my biscuits when in company;
Will openly burp and quite often loudly,
Which makes others blush by acting badly,
Just doing a few things that please me now!
When my wife calls: I’m not to be found,
Should she call louder? I hear nary a sound!
Offer unwanted opinions that shock and astound,
Argue for hours, stubbornly standing my ground,
Sure these are things what please me now!
But when day is done: I head off to bed,
Though never admit to things I’ve done or said
As tomorrow might be too late - I could be dead,
Will mumble I’m sorry for the dance she’s been led,
That’s the time for what best pleases me now!
Rhymer November 27th, 2016.
Your actions so calculated full of anger
I have felt the sting of them time and again
Each time I am tricked to let you in
I'm reminded quite quickly why I should not
I wanted to let you be in my life but over and over
Your actions lay one more brick on the wall
Some people are just not safe to let in
You have proved over and over why to keep my distance
Your so cunning,nice and can be so kind
But the track marks you leave have changed my mind
I cant believe your just not very nice
Jealously, fear, I cannot figure the whys
I've tried so hard,I cried many tears
Over and over throughout my years
But each time I forgive you show me again
Why distance is better than being your friend
I sometimes wonder why your mind is not right
You just seem to get enjoyment watching others fight
The kettle your stirring so dark it can be
Drugging up things important to me
The pain you can cause cuts worse than a knife
The daggers you shoot take the thrill out of life
I pray that some day there's a reason behind
And you can be cured and move on with your life
Stop hurting the people your supposed to hold dear
All I can hope is this comes from some fear
Change your life get the help you need
Don't live for money materials and greed.
Reheated road
Reheated road retired by moving pandemonium,
Altercating, bitching, clamoring and demanding
sluggishly set forward
Birds and flies dispersed towards different directions
Their infuriate cry overspread the moving commotion
Against the riot the power standing
highly fortified, uniformed with stars
Attentively antagonized, barricading with iron bars
behind the fuming
Uproar reached closer
and disagreement sparking
Bottles, stones, whatever touching hands took wings
High torn and overfilled emotions animated
in place of confirmation, coordination, and correlation
flushing water, smoky gas and rubber bullets
find way to reach a peaceful solution
tears, vain juice and screaming
flowed without win nobody
Road reheated seeking solution treatment!
Jayaratne Weerakkody
As I purge my mind of all the memories bits and pieces that still infuriate me
I remember being on the phone with her in our last conversation
and in the background I could hear what her new boy friend was saying
Threatening to leave and reminding her about the things I?d done
Then you claimed I had not changed
You said I was still very angry
I said under the circumstances how would you feel
If the only love you knew was being decided upon a moments notice
No more chasing
No more memories
No more wishing you?d come back
No more you, no more me
Last page, End of story, close the book and don?t look back
Then suddenly another memory a psychic gave your mom advice
She said you were going to have to choose between two lovers
But that moment in time had no rhyme and we just laughed it off
But as I reminded her of that time I could hear fear through a fateful sigh
then suddenly everything in my mind began to flicker
Like a candle blowing in the wind
My mind my soul prepared to let go
Like an addiction that feeds off the regret
No more chasing
No more memories
No more wishing you?d come back
No more you, no more me
Last page, End of story, close the book and don?t look back
Another reel of my memory plays
Like sitting in a dark room with a tv on and remote in hand
Skipping through the channels
And watching each clip
She said I have to call you back
but I already knew what the answer would be
It was in her voice when that moment became a reality.
She buckled under pressure and I was out of the picture
No more chasing
No more memories
No more wishing you?d come back
No more you, no more me
Last page, End of story, close the book and don?t look back
Our break up was resentful
Unfortunately it was all based on a lie
And for six years she hated me
However she never really knew the truth why
And as one last image begins to float away like a balloon
I see the engagement ring and the party
I see what could have been, should?ve been but is not going to happen
I see you on face book with two kids and an illegitimate husband
No more chasing
No more memories
No more wishing you?d come back
No more you, no more me
Last page, End of story, close the book and don?t look back
In today's modern world we've become cloned dreamers
Yet when it comes to whatever we soon release streamers
Do we ever take time to look around and allow mind radiate
Seeing what we've seen, it's a world leading to blind infuriate
Common true News now becomes saturated by minutes
Filling, bloody filling, but simply throwing down empty throats
It's when we become lemmings that we enter blinds door
Then it's when we are, we that we, then ask us escaped goats
For in today's modern world when we release said streamers
We are no longer in the position to be, now singular dreamers.
Freak us together,
In beauty and love to cast,
Life time of longing,
Moments to cherish and burn;
Know it for freedom,
Our love wants us to be one,
Truths in sensation,
A joy we can feel to learn;
Link me to pleasure,
In new longing to see you,
Shadows I may click,
Vision blurs and blends, I blink;
Blush me endearments,
As my heartbeats follow you,
Thrill me forever,
With a lovable smile to grow;
Hold you in magic,
To breathe a freshness in love,
Glee with sensations,
Quivers in default I wish;
Touch you with feathers,
As you lust for misty winds,
Lewd my intentions,
Go dizzy for I exist;
Numb yourself with fire,
Seduced with warmth by my lips,
Clashes in our tongue's,
As foreplay rolls to grin;
Lure me with passion,
To crush and knead your compliance,
Tender thy fury,
Provoked they tend to cry;
Feel rubbing fingers,
Molesting you all the time,
Raptures to play,
I demand the same form you;
Teeth and the nail marks,
I dig and bite with relish,
Infuriate hunger,
Till you yearn in pure turmoil;
Music on piano,
Playful high notes to sing,
For we burn fingers,
As our skills torment quavers;
Curve and cleft defy,
Urges coaxing to climax,
Hit and run choices,
Can we surrender to dream?
stop looking at Me!
how could you look at Me?
you are the purest form of evil.
standing not even ten feet away
you spout flames from your razor-filled jaw
burning My freedom, My happiness
your reptilian eyes coward Me
cause Me to cringe
pleasuring from every sign of My infirmity
your melodic words strangle Me.
chain Me down.
infuriate Me.
and then He comes.
Someone I don’t know
Someone I fear
Someone I have seen thousand times
I’m paralyzed by horror
as I watch this Stranger
protect Me in the most foulest way
it is as if I am in the cinema
having no control
as to what may appear on the screen.
He attacks you
blowing smoldering kisses
that causes you to metamorphose
you are no longer that nefarious scoundrel
but a quiet, scared girl.
choking on the poison filling your ears.
I look at the Stranger once more.
and this monstrous Stranger is..
no Stranger at all.
It is Me.