Frenzy Poems - Poems about Frenzy

The Easter eggs turned on the baskets in Easter Town. Refusing to get inside, they began to throw themselves down. What is happening? Asked a chick, a rooster, and an ugly clown. They are going crazy, said an old churchgoing lady, with a frown. She needed them inside those baskets, and it had to be today. These Easter eggs were...

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Chocolates, hearts and flowers are ubiquitous in the markets or stores It is like a frenzy storm, like heavy raindrops rushing through the gutters I am told at the big mall, it’s like Christmas Eve, where procrastinators Are buying boxes of chocolate, flowers, candies of all kinds and colors Candles, jewelries, intimate pajamas, and sexy accessories for loved ones Wow!...

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In the glow of neon lights, Fast food joints open nights. Golden arches beckon near, A feast so fast, all must revere. Burgers sizzle, fries delight, In the shadows of the night. But oh, the cost, we often pay, Health and wellness brushed away. Grease and sugar, salt galore, In every bite, we crave for more. Yet hidden in...

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In tumults of time and forgetfulness, in the hidden frenzy of a heart beating faintly, Invoke the unseen magic, unravel silk works in the deep night, Tame as a magus who dares, let fall veils of silence, Breathe into the heavy air movements of shade, cloak thoughts with your watchful anticipation. In the pale light that wards off unannounced...

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It seems that our expectation, of just how everything should be. Does not come from experience, but what they show us on TV. The news reporters are scrambling, to find anyone they can blame. Instead of telling what happened, they’ll play manipulation games. They’re looking for the big bombshell, willing to do what it might take. To get their show the highest rates, no one cares...

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they danced with a liquid wild balanced frenzy it was rather a glide than a street brawl but had the same kinds of feelings in it beautiful couple, gorgeous tango...

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A blunt fumbling of zippers and hooks, traffic outside the apartment stops being a distant sound, becomes a pulse shared between two. Discarded garments tumble over themselves forever rejected, a kind of liberation, yet we want only to be bound, to be held hostage to this delirium. A bed surfaces, breaking our fall. Jostle, lever, flex, blind movements in a broken clock. Now the need, now...

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The rain came pouring down sending water throughout the troubled town, the negative energy is still lingering around and the sorcerer are running up and down the street disrupting the people’s heartbeat. They come from south with their mouth packed with doubt and their body swamped with data spilling from the underground mine erected in...

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Nauseating buzz feeding frenzy at local ATM Fraught traumatized wordsmith telephonic grand slam rent psyche asunder witnessing helpless cannibalization, hospitalization, victimization concerning writer of these words, and riders on the storm namely robbing me third eye blind of legal tender under the convincing guise of Apple computer technician pretender. Buried deep inside the dark webbed wide world yours truly sends electronic sos while being twirled to and fro hither and...

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The Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence Chapter L.A. I like to think of [the habit] as a bonfire or a lighthouse, so that light can shine out into places where there are no resources and there isn’t a strong community—Sister Unity They’re the tricksters of the movement — they make us laugh, and laughing is powerful—Catholic activist Rosa...

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there once was a man from Kingsbury who put on his kilt in a hurry in a bit of a flap he forgot his jockstrap a chill wind put him in a flurry...

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fresh air sugar free falling raindrops hit the sea salt water esprit bubbles burst fish disagree surface tension stirs melee By David Kavanagh...

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"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..." Quote by _Samuel Taylor Coleridge (from his writings) ...

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A gentleman known as, "The Fluke" Is notorious for his puke He can't hold his beer But he loves to cheer So the King just made him a Duke! n.b. Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! The window for the New Year Honours List is closing fast!...

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FRENZY imbued with  sensibility liberated by a creative flowering gloriously   austere yet  overwhelmed by anxiety & doubt to the point of obliteration increasingly   remaking  an adventurousan  thing to  do displaying new shapes   twisted menacingly simply   presented & aesthetically  significant yet never finished they remain terse &   enigmatic endless possibilities as a poignant  epiphany  breathing  new life NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable....

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