Judging poetry contests is as easy as comparing a hog to a car
Or a tub of lard to a gasoline engine and a movie star
Trying to be objective is not in the equation at all
comparing unlike things to each other is a likely fall
some are witty, others do not follow a single contest rule
I laugh at some, others are so well written they make me drool
Rght away I sort them into piles of two – one good, one not so much.
Cannot divulge my secret, but it would infuriate my Aunt Dutch
She likes everything to fit into a tidy little clean box up high
Judging poems against each other makes me roll an eye
How do you say this one is good, and that one is not
When none share a purpose, is that all you’ve got?
I used to moan and wail and torment myself with the result.
Now when I second guess my finalists, I yell “Halt!”
Just put the top three in a shake up order and try again.
The gold always rises to the top no matter what shape I’m in.
With folded hands, I ask for forgiveness,
For the things I did wrong, or you did not like,
There is nothing wrong with this realization,
It makes me strong and decisive in life.
In the daily chores, the daily grind starts with dawn,
On the way to work, infuriate many people as I try to get ahead,
Forgive me for the short-sightedness,
As everyone meets their target at their own pace.
Forgive me for not keeping in touch,
Calls not made, ignored, texts never glanced,
For losing touch in the maze of chores,
And closing half-opened emotional doors.
Forgive me for the little fights,
When little disagreements turn into major arguments,
For moments when I fail to see,
The beauty in your constancy.
Forget all stupidities,
even these pitiful follies...
while raging thoughts
agitate and infuriate us!
Give up madness,
use logic to end quick solutions;
learning together does wonders!
Show willingness,
accept imperfections as faults
and take the road of delights!
Forget all stupidities
that made us shout angry words;
no time can be restored to minds
not fond of memories!
We tried and failed,
and now, we regret
our foolishness of children;
we should have guessed
what the future held,
not being stubborn
in our narrow mindset
and saved much sweat!
What can two lovers
do standing at crossroads:
split or stay together,
forget all stupidities,
reject all disparities
or try to get better?
If I fly the Stars and Stripes
I'll offend the left
Unfurl the rainbow flag
infuriate the right
Red and blue no longer good
ditto the colors of rainbow bright
Perhaps I'll just surrender
and wave a flag of white
Creep, oh centipede!
A malady to my cornea.
Like kernels a decoy
In my Eden realm.
I'm infuriate to civility
Just us serenity intervene.
Serendipity smock my bones
In solitude.
Here it is, your servitude
Of search.
Jubilant Johnny Jump Up runs all over town
But what about Debutante Julie Jump Down?
She lands on horses and cows and such.
Would re-directing her be too much?
If she were to also jump up along with Johnny
Would that infuriate his lovely wife named Connie?
They used to have a running feud, these unhappy two.
Getting them to agree would be a coup.
Are you on board on helping me redirect Julie Jump Down?
I think we can catch her; she is on this side of town.
Uh-oh here is Connie and she looks mean and sour.
She is one hag I never want to make dour.
My apologies to the horses and cows and such.
But I think redirecting Julie might be too much.
I want to stay on the good side of terrible Connie.
So, I am not going to mention Julie or Johnny.
the perverbial school of life
teaches us all
in its time
some things
are made to infuriate
other events, sublime
learning is what we do
up the ladder of life
we do climb
accepting the differences
of others
makes us all a bit more refined
Can one remain calm ignoring violence?
Can angry words have the power to infuriate,
or change minds while they are searching
for those answers too uncertain and chilling?
No quest more alluring than this has plagued
me more ardently since the beginning of doubts;
is fairness another will to be desperately contested?
Is patience a burden or a belief nobody holds?
We all worry about tomorrow and the events it will unfold,
nobody can rely on men's promises; they sound good
until they turn bad swiftly diverging from the right path;
hold a steady grip on your convictions without being a wretch!
Flags aren't banners to settle matters on your behalf,
scream louder and make every wall shake
stronger than a devastating earthquake:
they will hear your plea unless they are deaf!
Racists are not born, they are created
by those who don’t care, about how to be fair
as racism is the treatment, of those who are seen as inferior
not excepting who you are, for them to feel superior
Racists see something wrong when they look at you
as they think what a freak, I am going to abuse you
because of your skin color, looks or religious assertion
as their racial prejudice, is all about discrimination
Racists like to manipulate, by using their power
always wanting to torment, with a physical deployment
and they try to punctuate, to make you cower
so they can enforce there hate, so they can dominate
Racists like to humiliate, to make you feel sower
so they can control you, with their bullying enforcement
and they like to infuriate, to make you a bower
for their superiority, to make you feel irrelevant
Racists don’t understand, that we all have the same DNA
so they should try and reflect, that we all deserve respect
as all life is different, always striving to be excellent
for all life to equal, and not willing to be consequential
Friend Gone Missing
I really am in stupefaction,
As to what tore us asunder.
These Hallmark cards, once a year
Infuriate me,
More than the coldest glacial thunder.
With loving exclamations of BFF
proclamations,
Just stop your justifications!
Sadly, I must admit, technology affected
you with a humongous hit.
If I could, I'd crush your devices into
An overcrowded anti-social exhibit!
Panagiota Romios
4/12/2019
The best I could hope for was a lame or weak animal,
limping along, not able to catch up with their tribe.
My cubs are hungry, and they like fresh blood meat.
A young antelope or gazelle would be perfect!
As I glance through the African grasses, I consider different scenarios.
The old ones often fall behind, but their tummies are not tasty.
There is more gristle, sinew, and splintery bone than meat.
The last time I brought home an old one, we could barely gnaw through.
A herd of kudu came leaping through, graceful, confident.
Hunting a young healthy one would certainly spook the pack
They might invariably change their feeding path after a fear like that.
I lick my lips, waiting for young ones, but maybe they are unborn.
The hyenas came past my grasses next with noises that infuriate me;
“Supper?” my bravest cub asks me, hopefully. Soon, I say with yellow eyes.
I am proud that my hunting prowess has kept them alive so far,
My cubs and I sit down to wait, not as patient as we were at day’s beginning.
Tump Has Caused Us To Hallucinate
Trump has caused us all to hallucinate;
With all of the trouble he would create;
Large portion,
Of extortion,
Making all of America mad and infuriate.
(We wish he did hesitate could be great.)
Jim Horn
Absurd situations amuse me; they get written into poems.
Foolish generalizations about groups of people infuriate me;
they also get written into poems.
All Irish, all whites, all English, all red-heads, there is no all.
It makes not a whit of sense.
But the one thing that has gotten my goat faster than any other thing?
“All women over forty are dried up.” Yes, I know. It is crazy, but I heard it.
When I was forty-four, twenty-two years ago, and it still irritates me.
When I think of it, which is not often, I relish in the thought that the man who used it is incarcerated now, using all kinds of other silly sayings,
that probably get him whooped daily.
He loved to generalize groups of people. “All men in their twenties,
all Swedes, all people who wear overalls, all women who wear gloves…”
I soak myself in friendly waters, not worrying about this stuff usually.
Tonight I slathered my worn-out self in a luxurious lavender bath when I thought of it again.
It is weird how the most random stupid things will pop into your head, irritating you at odd times.
Master yourself
Think first
Gave my power away
I was the very angry kid
Little things used to infuriate me
I said people made me angry
Mad and sad was my choice
Don’t speak in haste
Master yourself.
In today's modern world we've become cloned dreamers
Yet when it comes to whatever we soon release streamers
Do we ever take time to look around and allow mind radiate
Seeing what we've seen, it's a world leading to blind infuriate
Common true News now becomes saturated by minutes
Filling, bloody filling, but simply throwing down empty throats
It's when we become lemmings that we enter blinds door
Then it's when we are, we that we, then ask us escaped goats
For in today's modern world when we release said streamers
We are no longer in the position to be, now singular dreamers.
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