Choleric Poems | Examples

Nature's Foursomes

The four seasons mark the turning year,
Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter clear.
Four phases of the moon at night we can see,
Waxing, Full, Waning, and New, set free.
The earth has four elements that matter,
Earth, Air, Fire, and Water to splatter.
The four directions from which winds blow,
are North, South East and West on show.
Matter has four states to behold,
Solid, Liquid, Gas, and Plasma to unfold.
The four causes in nature are con-formal,
To the material, final, efficient and formal.
For the faithful, the four cardinal virtues include,
Justice, Prudence, Temperance, Fortitude.
The four personality temperaments, so emphatic,
are Sanguine, Choleric, Melancholic, Phlegmatic.
There are four colors in a printing pot stack,
Cyan, Magenta, Yellow, and Black.
Where we are, when, is defined by four dimensions sublime,
Length, Width, Height and Time.
What about those 'four-letter' words you cry?
Enough said! Let us not be led awry!

The Peacock King

An old peacock has lost his voice, among the hens
he wanders, his soundless beak a' clacking.

Once he rode the roof of life, once he strutted
across its gaming board, a tyrant lover,
a beady-eyed frightener to all comers.

The hens gather to ridicule the old cock-king,
and mock his silent passing. A younger cock must
by common law
topple his fan-feathered throne
upon the floor.

The voiceless bird must learn to be a poets page,
and there write the sorry history
of those that wander (most reluctantly),
into that choleric school
of chronic ripe old age.

Person

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."

The Stars Have Had It With Me

The Stars Have Had It with Me

Oh, No!
Orion came here last night in a fury!
And wow, he took me to task!
I cannot repeat the words he said to me.
Alas, not even is jest!

But he warned me, in a saturnine 
way, to grow rhapsodically!
And to stop using he and stars in the
constellation, so endlessly, poetically.

Oh, inside, I was quite choleric!
I tried in vain to explain, that stars
and even butterflies,
Are the bedrock of many poems.
Alas, not any sympathy was I shown!

At which point,Orion had it with me.
And in a kaleidoscopic mantle,disappeared!
With a shimmering gold dictionary and silvered thesaurus, Orion has left for me.
There...In the moonshine ever so gleaming
Under the arms of a loving evergreen tree.

I will follow Orion's advice 
Discover topics truly meaningful~
And put the word "stars" on ice!
Using English words, I hope...
That are truly lovely and purposeful.

Panagiota Romios
4/26/2019
10::30am PST

Suddenly Swans

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

Titles Are For Reference Purposes Only

Content in my reason, I indulge my future distress
Feckless friends and fiends lie...together
Our homemade misery surmounts
Indeed, we do have a habit of making habits

This Intention for contention is our invention
A fleet of reckless daggers flow from my mouth
I decimate past and present alike
Thus, the future flees from my nearsighted discourse

My dreams vehemently elude themselves far from my sight
Devoid of ambition, I fall from the sky with Lucifer and all of his friends
These means will never be justified
Choleric, we are vexed by our sugar-coated ends

This silence overtakes us
We are lucid metaphors of our former-selves
I lie awake and wake to lie
My half-empty bottle is never fulfilled, and never content

My heart is a home of chaos
A passionate portrait of selfishness
I am a kin to fruitless endeavors
Forgetting sense, I meagerly float throughout this wretched discourse...

A Somewhat Darker Santa

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

I Wish I Knew the Ending

"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...

Tapestry

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?

Elements of Life

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

False Diagnosis

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.”

From a Raven's Back

FROM A RAVEN'S BACK


Raven wraps me in his blackness
Swoops me on his wings
Glides through tumbling midnight clouds
Across moonlit pine scent mountains
Darts down to taunt the choleric choppy winter sea
Breaks through the net of weeping mist to
Boldly greet the glistening dawn--
Reluctantly he deposits me beside my darkened doorway

Big Spoiled Child

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 )

Moody Storm

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.

Funny Face

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.

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