Long Enraging Poems

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Gig Talker

He talked and talked,
gig talker, 
on and on.
Didn’t hear about Julie’s love for Gordon and Jilted John.
Conversed selfishly throughout the Buzzcocks explaining Why it had gone wrong. 
Missed Shelley’s quips,
Missed all the song.
Held a debate through The Bunnymen’s Ocean rain.
A heated discussion missing how The Cure were Jumping on someone else’s train.
An absolute pain. 
Didn’t take the hint from a backward glance as Kraftwerk rode mountain passes on the tour de France and the Ramones asked if we wanted to dance. 
Chattered incessantly whilst the Stranglers hung around and ruined tomorrow’s parties enraging Nico and Velvet underground.
Too loud.
Prattled away as Joy Division played,
killing the Atmosphere. 
Morrissey pleaded Please please please but he still didn’t hear.
Bad gig combination Charlie and beer.
To cap it off on his way home,gabbling into his mobile phone, the irony wasn’t lost on us. He never heard it coming, the night bus. 
Hit him square,his brand new Primark Nirvana t shirt matted with blood and hair.
(Sing)
“Keep you mind on your driving
Keep you hands on the wheel
Keep your snoopy eyes on the road ahead.“
Should’ve f***ing listened.


Jinxed Jesting Jejune Junior Jobber Part 1

Jinxed jesting jejune junior jobber...
just jabbering gibberish (A - I)

Again, another awkward ambitious
arduous attempt at alphabetically
arranging atrociously ambiguously
absolutely asinine avoidable alliteration.

Because...? Basically bonafide belching,
bobbing, bumbling, bohemian beastie boy,
bereft bummer, bleeds blasé blues, begetting
bloviated boilerplate bildungsroman,
boasting bougainvillea background.

Civil, clever clover chomping, cheap
chipper cool cutthroat clueless clodhopper,
chafed centenary, codifies communication
cryptically, challenging capable, certifiably
cheerful college coed.

Divine dapper daredevil, deft, destitute,
doddering, dorky dude, dummkopf Dagwood
descendent, dagnabbit, demands daring
dedicated doodling, dubious, dynamite,

deaf dwarf, diehard doppelganger, Doctor
Demento double, declaring depraved
daffy dis(pense)able dufus Donald Duck
derailed democracy devastatingly defunct.

Eccentric, edified English exile,
effervescent, elementary, echinoderm
eating egghead, Earthling, excretes,
etches, ejaculates, effortless exceptional
emphatic effluvium enraging eminent,

eschatologically entranced, elongated
elasmobranchii, emerald eyed Ebenezer,
effectively experiments, emulates epochal
eczema epidemic, elevating, escalating,
exaggerating enmity, enduring exhausting
emphysema.

Freed fentanyl fueled, fickle figurative
flippant fiddler, fiendishly filmy, fishy,
fluke, flamboyantly frivolous, fictitious,
felonious, fallacious, fabulously fatalistic,
flabbergasted, fettered, flustered, facile,
faceless, feckless, financially forked,

foregone, forlorn futile fulsome, freckled
feverish, foo fighting, faulty, freezing,
fleeting famously failing forecaster, flubs
"FAKE" fundamental fibber fiat, fabricating
fiery fissile fractured fios faculties.

My Personalities

I'm never truly alone in myself
Myself has many personalities
With more stories than a bookshelf
Sharing many different mentalities
 
Decisions can sometimes be fun
Initially, personality one chimes in first
Cause one wants to get things done
But four think one is just the worst
 
Enraging six who runs to one's defense
Four snaps back with uncommon wit
As six rambles on, making truly no sense
Then there are two who refuse to commit
 
With one now laughing to heart's content
Cause four and six are now in the argument
Will fight till the evening is completely spent
And two still refuse to engage or commit
 
Enters five to intervene and save the day
Five, the mediator, as three would say
Together, they team up to show the way
Two new commits to irritating them away
 
Whom three accuses two of jealousy
Cause five and three are friends, you see
With one still laughing hysterically
Four and six have now entered therapy
 
So the night becomes really interesting
Cause one and two are now listening
To three and four's happy whistling
At five and six, who started...kissing!?!
 
Multiple personalities can be so fun
Just don't expect normality from one
One's mind will simply become undone
Arguing to kissing and the nights still young
Form: Rhyme

Oasis of Stars

 Masked behind enraging cacophony,
    sand dunes bathed in paranoia of fears,
     nascent pearls of silver seashells
        bubble through exuberant oasis,
         flickering candles give me a sign,
        divine symphony floats in night air,
         whispering mystic melodies of hope,
           light my heart with unwavering faith
 
 Oh so pious my lilac unfiltered wishes
drip through the crevices of my dreams,
then freeze under lost desert in whirlpool 
 until the lavender song of love melts them,
  they shine and fuse in the universe again
    through rising wisps of aromatic breeze

     Wrapped by an enchanting rhapsody,
           honeyed drizzles echo my song of peace,
        my whispers float on the oceans of clouds,
              and drench the world in shooting stars


June 10, 2020

BRIAN'S SELECT F,any form,any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
~Winner: First Place

When Gloominess Replaces Sunshine

A storm is brewing,
clouds are scattered by the harshest wind,
but they flee Eastward to meet the surly, purple sunset;
dark is rapidly growing subduing everything,
even seagulls are worried
about the safety of their tiny chicks huddled in the nest.

When gloominess replaces sunshine,
the evening is a looming shadow vanishing into the woods
resounding with the frightening howls
of wolves and wild dogs caught in the branches that entwine.

Huge balls of hail hit the charcoal terrain,
their force is too powerful and they form small craters,
the lightening strikes and trees fall down;
the forest's paths is an awful sight of broken branches. 

It will be around midnight before the enraging Spring storm wanes,
no bird, no wolf or wild dog will be allowed to return;
they barely escaped death by taking refuge in the abandoned barns,
hungry and cold, they hope to greet the new dawn.
Form: Rhyme


Surfer

The boy scans the horizon looking into his soul
And the beauty of the waves as they roll

Sun sits just above the lowest cloud in the distance
Today there is no resistance

Breaking into a run for Neptune’s playground
The beat against his board a familiar sound

Smiling to himself for the freedom he knows here
A break he sees the next one is clear

A few strokes and he stands guiding his board
Through the enchanting spray and the roar

A dolphin joins him on the wave their fun evident
A blessing of conjoining spirits now spent

A swell surges from the kiss of the tempest wind
Enraging the boys inner sin

Take hold of the reins Neptune he shouts
Again he braces for the watery bouts

The beach clears of visitors he makes his stand
Today I am no longer boy, but man

The companion sees his courage and swims near
Drowning is his inner fear

The crest of his wave broke only to rise again
Awaking the instincts within

He swims in front of his beast and stands proud
Turning his waist smartly to ride it out

He slips under the ripcurl entering the tunnel
A roar inside hint at disgruntled

The water closes in to seal him in
A chance to break him his back to end

Not quick enough he thinks to himself
As he races back to the beach in health
Form: Ballad

Premium Member War

Who plays 
the world's guitar
turning hearts
against life
US wants money
Russia land
mindless of tears
and blood shed
China sneezed
covid spread
muzzling mouths
silencing sounds 
dulling senses 
to pain of blood
weakening bodies
enraging minds
tilting world's 
economic power 
laying wood 
to later ignite 
with the spark
of a murdered
world leader
in the Balkans 
enflaming nations
enraging hearts 
even brother  
against brother
horror
in the Mid East
the flames l spread 
and warships 
will encompass 
Holy land
Jerusalem will fear 
unthinking hand
will press the button
razing nations
to the ground 
skin will fly off
bodies will blacken
no tears in eyes 
left to cry
corpses will pile up
without a burial
no place to run
or time to say
even a short 
Our Father prayer
no flesh will be left 
unless humanity
on their knees will 
convert
except for the Remnant 
nourished by Mary
sheltered in the Heart 
of the Trinitarian God
to a paradise on earth
restart
candles of faith 
bending dark
welcoming
Jesus's return 
in power
to stop the madness 
of self-annihilation
His breath
will blow away
infected air
touching bier of earth 
with His hand
will resurrect creation 
to its pristine 
splendor
flowers dancing 
with happiness
birds serenading 
harmony
rivers flowing serenity
and people running 
with health and joy 
of living with 
each other in peace
singing gratitude 
to Triune God
Who is love
alone magnificent
all powerful in glory.


LuzdeMariaRevelacionesMarianas- October 28,2023: Death of a world leader will intensify and spread the war.

I Will Love You To Death

As the candles burn
our desires are set free
physically your body whispers delight
enticing the beast that slumbers within

My will I give to you
your love I now serve
as your seductive actions speak louder
enraging the beast locked within

praying I can worship you till the end
just open your mind and I will love you to death
each day I will prove my love and gratitude
by restraining the raging beast within

hoping you feel I am good enough
loving you to death is what I desire
I beg you to let me love you to death
for it's you that can relinquish the beast within

7/9/2017

Inspired by:
Type-O-Negative "Love You To Death"

Mystical Weeds

You were empowered by striving
for an ideal nature potential to another,
more intuitive, your inspired psyche.
A dualistic inner child.
A sister if you will,
or brother, of conscience.
The fragile critic of your ego
twinning being and discovery
wicker work woven into identity.

Jungian campfire archetypes
and coastal forest epiphany.
Dawns chorus, dew walkers
wise dumb, and moon guided.
Myth whisperers and sacred smoke diviners.
You have become one with the tribe of
Anthropologically informed Atheists.
Book readers and thought provocateurs,
engaged by the zeitgeist.

You don't want to play at the game?
You seek no comfort in their death cult.
For you the apocalypse is a shattered dream.
Reflecting their allegiance to delusional rapture,
while clutching self-fulfilling lists of disasters.
You are a threat to their device.
Enraging them by your very existence,
by networks of increasing number and influence.
An abuse they contend is their God's given to prevent.
Yet you persist? Offering humanitarian precepts
as the alternative for generations of:
genocide, war, and thought persecution.

Rebel defiance enforcing struggle and community.
Breaking through the concrete of their institutions.
Seeded in cracks of commitment and enlightenment.
Poet's words swept by love and dissent
across vast tracks of sterile pavement.

Premium Member I Flee From Thy Spell

Together forever, at cost
It is time I knew why all’s lost
As one we were, so calm, so gay
Then destroyed, our loyalty tossed                                                        

If only you’d loved her that way
Melody’s heart crushed, she your prey
Even gone, her longing hasn't seized     
Thy furtive spell lingers today

Crushing life from her, you it pleased
As she shed tears, sorrow released
This doom that I now feel took her
Enraging jealousy unleashed

Familiar path, a smell of myrrh
I run away knowingly sure
You made hell a realization
Bound to eternal void we were

We looked East, my recollection                                           
The morning star’s emanation
Will give powers, you promised three
Where’s thy cure and salutation?
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