Best Rabid Poems
Once there was dingo, rabidly mad as he could be
who thought he was a Bruce of a man by how he spoke
But no man would call him their 'mate,' for you see...
he was a mongrel dog who pretended to be a bloke
The dingo who called himself 'Keefer,' was all talk-no bite
got caught chasing a galah (chicken) for want of a feast.
But ol' Keef got clawed by the rooster night after night
He was a drongo (fool) who thought he was a beast.
"Crikey!" I heard real men screaming from inside a bar
when they laughed at Keef wearing daks (male trousers)
He tucked his tail and ran from feathering with hot tar
"Get out, ya Hoon (hooligan)! We scorn rabble-rousers!
Keef was a loud mouth when he was blotto (inebriated)
Downing snag (sausages) and guzzling frothy (beer).
Tried to mate with a sheila (girl) but he'd been castrated.
Fair dinkum (that's true). He was neutered last year.
Some say he likes wearing female clothes, they swear.
He's such a hostile dingo, telling them to 'Rack OFF!'
But there's pictures of him in knickers (ladie's underwear).
and some of him before his little stub was sawed off.
I guess sometimes he gets to feeling clucky (maternal)
cuz he uses phrases like 'mother this and mother that.'
Looks like he'll end up some place heated and infernal
Dingo Keef's punishment for hurling all those brickbats.
A rabid dingo, that fool proved to be a fizzer (fizzled out)
His rants and threats to beat guys up were just a joke,
who was well-known as a bogan (hick) and a social lout
who accepted the truth. Ol' Keefer is now socially 'woke.'
Last I heard of him, he'd taken up with a mate called, Roo.
Another misfit creature roaming around in the outback
He played for hours each night, blowing into his digeridoo
because he couldn't stand Keef's braggin' and talkin' smack.
Roo felt relieved when the dingo, kinky Keefer disappeared
The one who'd been called 'the blunder from down under.
He'd mumbled for days about Milton Creek and Roo feared
that dingbat dingo would try to tear that town asunder.
Categories:
rabid, character,
Form:
Rhyme
The track marks are exposed, so you’ll have to look twice without getting caught. Your mind starts to wonder what it is he’s been shot full of, Cocaine? Gasoline and formaldehyde? Fabric softener or blue ne high. You’ll have to swallow hard because your throat’s gone dry from the bone dust. Reality is a broken jar of afterbirth, no longer able to contain the past remnants of truth, and shame… leaking all over the shag carpet. Spilling behind the couch into the cracks in the walls. Everyone can see the cigarette burns in the drapes. The neighbors are complaining about the sound of braking glass. Your smile’s gone cold and grey. The lines in your face run deep as wood grain and as smooth as a razor canoe on a river of flesh. You’ve taken shelter in the dry hardened shell of yesterday’s corpse. The sound track to your dreams are of rusty things that scream and clang, and “never mind” is the only thing that follows when you speak your mind in bits and pieces. Father, bless this child of sin. Consume her eyes and salvage her skin. Drape it across her mother’s face to bind and hold the tears in. The sweet nectar of heaven drips down from the trees onto your brow, anointed, salvation….religious disease. I don’t deny these things in my life that I can’t quite grasp, cold winds, locust song, and haunting gasps. Invoke your true self in the blood without fear. My smile’s a scalpel across your eyes. There’s no denying these things that dwell within your bones.
Categories:
rabid, art, blue, culture,
Form:
Ballad
As Deep Darkness Its Rabid Cloak Around Me Spread
As deep darkness its rabid cloak around me spread
Dark shadows raced to their images thus display
They that were so bleach white, those old skeletal dead
Thought to play with me and have their damnable way
Yet, my father had in fighting taught me so well
My valiant heart had strength, vigor and valor too
Yes, I had been cast into the devils unholy hell
But this amateur lad, had some fine grand tricks new.
No fighting soul can win if faith is not in its brave head.
There in seething darkness, fear's breath began to blow
Short greenish puffs that transformed into savage beasts
With wicked claws and fierce red eyes that did so glow
And their own gold table lay human head for their feast
In the distant corner lay a long gold hilted sword
In a quick flash it was mine in my eager hand
Then newest beast spoke, come on I am growing bored
Lets kill this old weak flesh and go ravage across his land.
No fighting soul can win if faith is not in its brave head.
With that I quickly lunged forward and off came its head
And its huge body collapsed into a hairy mess
Next the far lesser beasts for dear mercy each then plead
And even the smaller ones their wicked sins confess
Only beast left, a three headed snake with poison tails
And I could easily hear its deep cast dark curses said
All began with evil prayers beseeching dark lord of hell
And next came the hateful cries of the murderous dead.
No fighting soul can win if faith is not in its brave head.
.........
Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme, dark
Pary One, 9-12-2023
Categories:
rabid, art, creation, dark, deep,
Form:
Rhyme
A rising river makes a rumbling sound
foaming at the mouth like a rabid beast.
And it swiftly slithers over its banks
like a ravenous snake sensing a feast.
Its musty odor saturates the air,
forewarning wildlife of its arrival.
And frightened animals flee its advance,
stampeding as they run for survival.
Quenching its appetite, it saturates
the landscape like an overflowing bath.
And death and debris wallow in its wake
as it swallows everything in its path.
Like a cold wave seeping into your bones,
all you can do is submit to its will.
And in minutes, innocent lives are lost,
for this water-serpent is keen to kill.
Streams are oft bloated by torrential rains,
nothing is impervious to a flood.
And as water begins to rise, dreams drown,
washing away years of sweat, tears, and blood.
(Quatrain)
8/31/2015
Categories:
rabid, angst, emotions, feelings, hyperbole,
Form:
Quatrain
The war-dogs chew at the throat of Man,
Killing as canines can,
With drooling jowls and fetor that fouls
The air, with harrowing warrior-howls--
They herald the End with their yelps and yowls.
Categories:
rabid, war
Form:
Verse
supervisor edgar white
following a nasty bite
screamed since some find funny
me mauled by a bunny
all get to work late tonight.
Categories:
rabid, animal, cute, easter, funny,
Form:
Limerick
sheep sleep surreptitiously
spiders spin shredded silken seances
song birds sulk soporifically
rabid ravens rave rapturous rhapsodies
capriciously caught in clangour
I die dire deceptive dreams
tepid tears tear through torment
viscous vapours vacate venom
pus pelts my pitiful pillow
oozes omnipotent oblivion
alliterations alight anger
freeze fervent fear
reiterate raucous refusal
ruminate reverberate rancid rile
I wake the wake of weary waste
recycle random rubbish remonstrate
then morning mourns Morpheus
mocks mountains of morose meanders
day dawns dubious daunting delight
as I tease temptation to take a tally
send syllables into space and shuttle
to morphing metaphors from my mind
until excruciating echoes become echelons
of cumbersome circuits and contempt
when restless rest revisits and revolves
recoils at respite and the raven raves
20th December 2020
Categories:
rabid, sleep,
Form:
Alliteration
Bloody gore!
Wild boar!
For "Footle Fright" contest by Donna Golden
Categories:
rabid, death
Form:
Rhyme
A chameleon can change his name many times
But it won't free him from the guilt of his crimes
He hides behind fake names
To play malicious games
A gutter snipe who'd dance for nickles and dimes
From keyboard he types a harassment and threat
His pathetic appetite for evil is sharpened to abet
A coward's way of life
Belligerence is rife
His abhorrent past is something he should regret
On and on he barks like a rabid dog in the night
I know a bulldog who'd take him down in one bite
One more bully beaten
A geezer, a cretin
One who always seems to be spoiling for a fight
Categories:
rabid, perspective,
Form:
Limerick
Whatever happened to Jansports and Tevas
-By the fire side and courage the cowardly dog
The unending episodes of the famous five
-And ice pellets we used to pick In the rains .
Whatever happened to good deeds,
and where did all the good people go ?
A minute for the woman who sighed for a jiffy,
-died within negligence on a solemn night
Whatever happened to the garden city and the verdant greens ..
Whatever happened to humanity and empathy ..
Whatever happened to Plantas and Refresh ..
Whatever happened to High morals and modesty..
Whatever happened to equal opportunities ,
and all the square pegs that didn’t fit the round holes?
What happens to the misfits and odd souls ?
-Their dreams ,ideas and innuendos .
What happens to the ones low on self esteem and self worth?
Or there’s not enough second chances .
Or maybe they weren’t good enough in recovering from their mishaps .
Or perhaps people don’t really care that much .
Or perhaps we embraced narcissism in the name of self love .
Whatever happened to tolerance and equality , and everything good we preached?
What happens to all the junk and the tears when they reach the sea ?
How about ghosts hovering around on the Mediterranean and the decomposing bodies on the Sahara ?
What happens to the faces that were murdered even before they took suicide ?
What happens to the pleas from Aleppo and the fading unheard echoes from Nubia
Whatever happened to love for all hatred for none
Whatever happened to freedom and justice
Whatever happened to achieving unity and solidarity
Whatsoever happened maintaining world peace and fostering cooperation
So when will your sympathy and empathy finally merge and lend a helping hand to ones on the verge ?
So when will the tides turn
And the boundaries finally fortified
From imposters and self serving narcissist ?
When will the lending ears hear our solemn withering plight ?
-And the blind pundits “waste no time in sterile litanies and nauseating mimicry.”
I guess they never have
I guess they never will
Damn!
Categories:
rabid, conflict, courage, discrimination, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
stumbled upon a rabid raccoon
(posted on youtube)
recorded by some family
huddled inside their kitchen
looking out the sliding glass door
on a sunny afternoon &
could not make it through a minute &
thirty seconds,
the way the animal
so beautiful
stood there twitching,
with its eyes drunken &
the idiots holding the camera
commenting
without knowing that the poor
thing had become
diseased,
as the foam dripped from its
mouth,
when it fell i
had to click out of the window
entirely,
do something else,
get that ****ing image out of my
brain---
but it would not go---
i wondered just what carnage
had passed my own eyes,
what carnage, what horrors of
human doing,
could invade my very being &
leave me with less terror
than this poor animal
diseased & helpless---
had Nietzsche felt the same
when he got down on his
knees near the fallen horse &
wept like a child,
going mad?
what unique images & feelings can
destroy each one of us,
leaving nothing but an eternal
burn inside,
making us wish that we never
stepped into the
ring.
Categories:
rabid, life,
Form:
Free verse
Faint recognition;
ambiance, for hire,
this job is precarious,
but can she steal the show?
Holding the position;
mistress of high wire,
toes point nefarious,
to the sweating mob below.
Concentration mesmerizing;
every eye transfixed,
tickets funded by the dream
on the back of the artiste'.
And beautiful is sighing,
"Let 'em have their kicks-"
she picks up the balance beam,
silencing the beast.
This is holy treason;
lost in deep translation,
corseted travesty,
compelled by safety net.
Furtively she blows a kiss;
to conquer hesitation,
winks, knowing gravity
hasn't eaten yet.
Categories:
rabid, allegory, dedication, faith,
Form:
Rhyme
Sweetie, those thoughts of yours could kill. Are you working towards genocide or complete annihilation? Trap your thoughts in a cage and never feed them again. Let them turn rabid on their own.
Categories:
rabid, deep,
Form:
Free verse
I would just like to say
that it is my impression
that longer hair
and other flamboyant affectations
are male dominant immersions
from sadly dull camouflage
into the birthright
and left
of his trans-pangenderal sex.
And I would also like to say
that it is my impression
That wars
and bombs
and other ballistic
bad depressions
are far more likely
as our fast paced race
toward mass extinctions
are killing Earth's
healthiest climate pace.
And I would further
not like to say
that it is my impression
While predative parasites inhabit
and colonize our landmass
we're also trash dumping
our oceans
swamping our warnings wasted
polluting our breath
about rabid tendencies
to eat our own young
with sick competitions
in militaristic fun.
And I would just like to say
that it is my sad impression
Apartheid is shunning
and rabidity is plumbing
as life losing EarthTribes
continue succumbing
to Mutually Assured
RightWing Destruction,
MAD rabid bullies blaming
and judging
and shaming
while throwing away care
for all those Others
not part of We,
most supremely
straight white patriarchal
Me.
I would just like to say
that it is my mad impression
Grown in a sacrileged perspiring image
of JehovahGodYahweh's
avenging AllahWe
maybe shouldn't die off
quite so quietly
when Earth's Great Rapture
smells like ecocide
rabid unraveling decidedly
What Gaia would just like to say
health is Her wealthiest impression
That wars
and bombs
and rabidity
are humanity's
own RightBrain repressing
LeftBrain dominant depressing
historically hysterical
degenerative stupidity
Lack of whole-sum
bi-spectacled fluidity
I would justly love to say
and sing
and dance
for less degenerative
climatic morbidity.
Categories:
rabid, caregiving, earth day, health,
Form:
Political Verse
no fuss about those
avid friends and rabid foes,
each one comes then goes!
Categories:
rabid, people, seasons, social,
Form:
Senryu