Best Ire Poems

Dust hapless had settled rough
On vacuous land, tanned in taupe
Lonely and distressed 
As it simmered for life
Its flowers had died
Only a few left in time 
To settle calm and blossom elsewhere
Bearing remnants of an era gone by. 
Trees cried until they died 
Their seeds lay...

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As a boy I walked the town, near knowing everyone
The Sun it shone all Summer long I revelled in the fun
With relatives and friends we'd play, 'til darkness sought us out
Then caring aunts would hunt us home as cousins turn and pout
 
Up again at...

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It burns deep on the inside,
this fire has engulfed my heart
Downtrodden beat  beat   beat
of oppression
Feeds the flame 
of my 
righteous indignation

A hot ire,
whose flames
keep ascending higher
and higher

Toxic by-products of hate
brings me so much ash disgust:

Refugee rejection ...
Nuclear fear proliferation
Hard coin slavery ...
Skin...

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The flames in the pit
peter out compared with
true distaff disdain...

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Sitting high atop a dining chair,
A feast of words tonight,
And crawling in the window sill,
A gnat breaks through the fight,
Giving in or giving out,
Seeking all but praise,
The end is near,
So don’t you fear,
This is the end of days.

Sitting slouched low below the dining chair,
The victor...

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Her fingers trace the stab-wound, 
Like water circles the drain.  Though she may 
Clean the rind and grime from under her nails, 
She will never wash the bloodstains from her dress.

Her hair drapes her face like a black tapestry,
An opaque shade, like midnight
That conceals...

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 destiny like a scarlet ire nestles in a windy eternity....

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What does it take to pinpoint
The emotion of love and get
It past you?
How is it that you uncongenialy
Antiquate us with malevolent,
And still live with no worries?
You've created such antipathy in
The human eyes
Now it's so much more opaque
Than it used to be
The lack of emotion is
Inestimable...

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Circling and spying over aching heads
Vultures swoon and pick the flesh
Spotted from sunken skies on beds
Where distended bellies in a crèche

Bellies moan and groan
Under attack by bevies of vultures
Mourn
Lost sanity cultures

Hitherto quiet
Tranquil
On a diet
Administered with gusto on a quill

That strafing vultures who snatch a widow’s
Car,...

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Quench your desire, to quelch the ire.
Squish your wish, quell and welch on greed's glut
Be satisfied with a belch of gut.

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21 April 2017...

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Inside a bar in my town
I drown brown sorrows, swilling beer after beer
Feeling tall in my gaunt gown as I play the clown
Wishing I could wipe away her memory into a low gear 

Which in my Corolla I engage
Thoughts tumbling, feelings grumbling
As mind and conscience...

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Sputtered words meant to bruise 
Passive aggressive 
Crowded and confused
Deadened ambivalence toward the seen 
Wishing to allude 
Collapsing the dream
Your questions
No suggestions 
When personalities crash 
In a flash 

Alone,
 I wash away the sting
Of my broken wing
I’m reminded of your other trait
No I don’t 
Want...

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This piece was inspired greatly by the horrors of the tornadoes that leveled miles of life in this Kentucky and neighboring states, killing over 100 people.  The grief I and so many feel, I dare say, was akin to 9/11, but we cannot move...

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Are we man or machine
Who knows what I mean?
You show on the scene 
As if it’s routine
We raise our ire
Don’t learn from our priors
So you leave me in dire
When you see me on fire
On this looming tight wire
I hang from the spire
Deflecting piles and piles...

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I feel the ire grow
It fuels my revulsion 
Needing a repose...

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