Long Truculent Poems

A FADING QUEEN
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS

She had  all the feminine gifts those many years ago
Drawing stares from everyone where ever she’d  go
Back in high school, she was the center of attraction
In every classroom, she...

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Everyday living becomes more of a truculent battle;
Where survival stands in the way of my living.
While Instinctively trying to live.
I need eyes in the back of my head,
while scratching out a meager existence.
Predators pulling us...

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ESCHATOLOGICAL

Everyday living becomes more of a truculent battle;
Where survival stands in the way of my living.
While Instinctively trying to live.
I need eyes in the back of my head,
while scratching out a meager existence.
Predators pulling us...

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Politesse pleases me...
thank you very much
for letting me clutch
your attention courtesy
sharing following thoughts
thru reading my poem analogous 
to invisible electronic, 
fantastic, kinetic... touch.

Manners work like a charm
equivalent to abracadabra to disarm
truculent nasty shortish brutes
who thrive...

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The truculent night opened its ears and eyes
to acknowledge the fervor of the melee raging in her brain

She woke up with ringing in her ears
was it tinnitus or a heart attack?

She didn’t know, 
but it...

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Choking Back The Tears!

This papa did accurately
surmise undeclared war
strong armed lance pierced my armour,
ah...how fondly he recalls
early fatherhood days of yore,
when daddy's first born girl

did effusively adore
yours truly, he likened self as topnotch
trooper, who mustered...

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Bottle me up with your rubbish….your nonsense….
Asleep mentally
Miserable as a cow, fed up with horrid hormones and practical poison
Hypnotized ……..
With people, getting dumber
Without people, getting smarter
Rejection is an infection 
I’m a savage from the beginning...

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Don't you dare look at her
with those dreadful eyes
if you think she'll be frightened
in your dreams you'll hear your own cries

Dont underestimate her strength
her dexterity is more then you
about her corporeal and mental power
hey insensate...

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Yes the Catheolic's will have their day, so do the Protestent and the Baptish and also
    the Christian's are all subject to see sad day's. Yes-yes happiness is an adjective de-
 ...

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The stranger is strange, pariah, leper sounds offbeat,
 Neither truculent, nor relevant, all destined to encounter the doomed relic;
The bizarre outlander, alien to stimulate the instant pulse-beats!
The uninvited hobnobber, one despises to welcome in routine...

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Tower, buzz and scurry
Oh great resilient city
Ahoy!
Alive.  Scramble bustle earth's
 ethnicities
On lurid quests--
A pendulum of tantric turmoil and
Blessed harmony

Quixotic city--brash,
Sangfroid merotomized and
Chrematistic--metro nonpareil.

See a myriad melange of
Tortured splenetic
Souls and great spirits
Noble and soothfast

Great city,...

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O hear I chant clinging to a sullen northern shore,
tempestuous serene rocky beach that you so adore,
sultry soliloquy sturdy stifled structure sings,
a witness of forgotten sailors and majestic kings.

Them, I blessed with gracious shelter in...

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The volcano currently lies in a dormant state
A superficial interpretation might lead one
To believe that there is no threat of danger
But, do not become a victim of this deceptive illusion
For you must exercise restraint when...

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I Am as I Am complete
Though ego opines otherwise
Invoking grace, we feel God’s heartbeat 
What else does there remain for us to realize
            ...

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Beneath the clay I eavesdrop hoarse echoes from a marigold world draped in marmalade felicity
I grimace as sandstone terra lets all its weight stack upon my rusty bones, buckling under the fire;
The spice upon my...

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A vexatious question posed by kids of every generation,
One that sets parents to gnashing their teeth with irritation,
And tends to spread a pall over a well-planned vacation,
Is, "Are we there yet?" along the way to...

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He speaks for the uprooted.
A man of sorts, a twiggy Buddha.
He who interprets
the conferences of frogs,
the unpublished works
of kestrels and voles.

He’s an advocate for the underbelly
of a microbial heaven, for every kind
of uncouth animalcule.

Ancient is...

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I stand still along the shore~
I was here two decades ago,
The sand where I used to walk on
with rainbows of seashells in my mind,
where did it go?

My eyes are hooked 
on the empty lonesome shell...
where...

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Father looked 'round his house one day
Nothing unusual, beauty abundant
Mothers voice rang with laughter
Children's games, merry clatter

How beautiful this is, murmured to self
Chest to burst with gladness
Clouds ever near, hung from past 
Lingering near hearth,...

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Once the Sinis floppers' nerves acted up in bunches, 
Scandinavians had no way to head off sucker punches.
Sacks of scamming slapstick, slap bass,
and farcefest, thick and fast, came to pass.
Not a clod of sunstruck dung...

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I cannot begin to expound this breathtaking damsel
Grossly beyond definition, synonymous to a priceless parcel
An embodiment of perfection, fashioned with the master pencil
Dominator of her peers, born to exceed the greatest counsel

A baron to beauty,...

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Oh, Father Dear!

When my children were small, I played with them, I was
a good father carried them on my shoulders, but when
they became teenagers and truculent I lost all interest in
their silly arguments paid for...

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Ravenous rats in our lives
Determined to nibble the nipples
Stabbed by knives
Cutting tenuous triples in ripples

Undulating and ululating
In horror
At the humiliating and excruciating
Error and terror

Erstwhile partners and associates
Commit or omit
To implicate affiliates
Whose remit

Captures, raptures and sutures...

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Truculent trucks advert young minds; raging down roads breeding new gods as pompous, glitter covered idols carved from primordial blades of fear. Meanwhile pious pieces of magnesium stone get chiseled out of focus, branded by...

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The truth can’t be seen through blinders.
Eyes and ears covered with hatred.
The tongue’s ready-lash sidewinders,
twisting and spinning what’s sacred.

The truth, the fact, reality
masked - the masses bobble their heads.
The illusion of blasphemy
here, when the scripture’s...

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