I don’t remember the shower
unless the glass shatters
into smithereens
I slip on the soap
of sudsy shards
Life is hard
the walls press in
white and smooth
as if a crowd’s haranguing me
Life is hard
with choices of a cloth
or bar to rub over the rough spots
I cry
when the water’s too hot
Life is hard
when the faucet’s turned off
and the dirt is baked on
and my feet stick to one spot
over the drain
Life is hard
Life is easy too
when cool water runs
over my shoulders
cascading
calming
Life is uplifting too
when the tears abate
instead lather my hair
with suds of laughter
Life is a clear day
I can see eternity
I can see my way out
The misty doors open
Feet are daisy fresh
Life is hard
Life is easy too
Categories:
haranguing, angst, encouraging,
Form: Verse
Stormy sea churns with frightening fury
Seamen shouting about a mangled mizzenmast
Cragged cliffs are awaiting ahead
Eerie ghost gray sky defines haranguing hope
Fear foments in dire disaster
Tempest toll; ubiquitous undertow
Sailor's destiny lies on rugged rocks.
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FIRST PLACE WINNER
written November 30, 2021
submitted to "Alliterisen 2 Poetry Contest"
sponsored by Joseph May
Categories:
haranguing, sea, storm,
Form: Verse
Dotard Trumpery used to disgust the "ery" excrescence ending his surname,
for apocope he approached Megan Trump and poached her maiden name,
to which Joshua Trump, her son naming after her, dare no longer lay claim,
because from then on he was reduced to campus bullies' fair game.
Pretending to be placatory, Dotard Trumpery had to invite
Joshua Trump to the Slayer-Of-The-Union site.
Trumpery, standing on his rock-and-roll rostrum, spieled song and dance,
Trump, seated off his opposite nostrum, cast ahead no glance;
Trumpery, haranguing high, may presume to be contagious,
Trump, lolling low, just continued to be contumacious;
Trumpery, in skittish stance, legs to prance,
Trump, in stolid trance, his head askance;
Trumpery, right hot, opened his mouth to smear shutters with sputter soars,
Trump, left cold, shut his eyes lest they be crisscrossed by sordid sores.
Impersonating Trump, Trumpery violated Trump's right of name;
Impugned due to Trumpery,Trumpp suffered long dark campus time.
trumpery blatherskite.
Categories:
haranguing, abuse, slam,
Form: Prose Poetry
Though few of us "sigh like furnace
with ballads made our mistress's eyebrow"
these days . . .
a poem is still as good as a bunch of flowers
when it comes to expressing our feelings
about a lady we like.
A poem is rather like a woman, come to think.
A good poem may have a pleasing form,
or by inner virtues compensate for this.
A good poem does not reveal too much at once
But leaves a lot to imagination's powers.
Rather it teases without being coquettish.
It is reticent but not prudish,
for a poem that gives nothing away
may well end up on the shelf.
A good poem is not unapproachable, remote,
like some model with a past.
Too much logic jars in poems, too.
Smooth rhymes can be a shade too glib.
A good poem saves from complacency
Without haranguing day and night.
It can, of course, be taken to bed.
It wife-like serves us food for thought
and tells home truths with good intent.
Categories:
haranguing, art, poems, woman,
Form: Free verse
IMPOSITION OF PAIN
you come calling
banging on my bangs
at the midnight hour
cupping my countenance
roughly in your hands
scraping more suffering
haranguing harder and harder
my head harasses the pillow
with an eternal tick tock
you shower me with increasing pressure
taunt me with moments of despair
kick it up a notch
chime in my rhyme
i grimace at your gangrenous grin
orange hues open my eyes
sky’s skewed
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
Categories:
haranguing, pain,
Form: Alliteration
Somewhere between here,
blase and tomorrow's
derangement, lost the plot in
a moment of coherent clarity,
'twas quite a peculiar notion
unsettling predicament of
knowing one's own psyche,
silently questioned the
absolute mindfulness,
hardly sure whether to
heed or trust abstruse
insomuch as the validity
mid concise advice of
internal voiced concepts
shanghaiing neurons,
haranguing harbingers
hung on haphazardly
'til giving up on
any possibility of
sensibilities' solution,
acquired a migraine trying
to comprehend saneness,
there's a mental jolting,
dash of disappointment
mid virtual realizations
and literal translations
of who and what we are
[realistically] as opposed
to 'who we think we are'
fallen into rabbit hole madness,
"I don't think we're in Kansas anymore"...
Categories:
haranguing, allegory, hyperbole, parody, philosophy,
Form: Imagism
A most irksome, most self-righteous creature on earth,
this megaphoning doomsday prophet of the street,
harassing and haranguing everyone to repent.
This holier-than-thou dude with an attitude,
is just like some toothless dentist of decency,
guarding the molars of morals of society,
Good folks he threatens with spiritual tooth decay.
Ah, but from the curse of eternal misery,
he spares those who donate so much to his treasury!
.
Categories:
haranguing, religion
Form: Tail-rhyme
feared and fearless in his prime,
cracking, crumbling in due time.
accusing, haranguing, his voice
could shake the most cavernous hall,
he respected neither authority
nor rank, no, none at all;
for many swore and stood by him
and his looming shadow on the wall,
he abused, he flaunted his might
and ruled so proud and tall;
whipping up public fear and panic,
stoking the impulse to hate,
he destroyed those he tagged
as the secret enemies of the state
but he could neither scare nor fool
the people all and every time,
exposed at last, he died condemned
for a heinous public crime.
feared and fearless in his prime,
cracking, crumbling in due time!
Categories:
haranguing, introspection, life, people,
Form: Rhyme
Haranguing,
tongue,
bitter mind,
rancid thoughts,
cruel eyes,
violent hands,
smashing legs,
disdainful chest,
he was always trying,
to prove that he was best.
Categories:
haranguing, inspirational, life, philosophy,
Form: Free verse