Rifling Poems | Examples

Summertime

Sitting in the shade of a mango tree
Under ripe and full fragrant fruits 
Mellow breezes willow and gentle 
Make the skirts on the line scuttle 
Every soul in the forest is alive in glee
Rifling leaves fall onto the grassy ground 
The sun is brilliant gaily shinning on smiling faces 
Inside the shade taking in cool fragrant wind
My body lay in the grassy field gently 
Entering stasis in the ambience of the gods

Old Paradox, New Verse

A heavy mist rises
out of the valley
like gun smoke, rifling
the air, setting off a time piece
of timelessness.

The sound of dew dripping
from leaves, but no dew felt.

This unmetered rural wetness
that meets me most mornings
ever since I’ve transported
to this mystic realm.

This meditation, this poetry.

A thousand unspoken words
inhabit these fat, yellow-green leaves;
these long limbs.
These crooked Einstein branches.

The figure in the cane
whose greetings each morning
without language haunt me.
The sunless days and moonless nights
are the old paradox
of my new verse.

Deceitful Tongues

Rabasha Kabasha
Old Prophet Noadiah
Rifling society
Lying to God

Judgement shall fall on thee
Incomprehensibly
Thou art an enemy
One to the Lord

Waiting

Sitting in the darkness
Trying to find
Anything missed
Running it through the mind

Twenty five rounds
In a loaded magazine
All lying snugly waiting
Wiped and shining clean
Rifling oiled and checked
Pulled through with two by four
Working parts assembled
All in order once more
Gas plug checked
Firing pin in line
Pull action checked
All working just fine
Safety catch engaged
A round up the spout
Tension in the air
Squad moves out

Sitting in the darkness
Keeping self control
Always the waiting
The start of each patrol

Thanks to Lash for explaining what the real thing was like on active service, Bosnia.
I only experienced this on training exercises.

Globes

A nice young man in a nice crisp blouse is rifling through papers as we speak. Somewhat undisturbed it is imperative that he reaches the halls at the correct time. For all is structured and nothing is made out of toleration born out of stagnation anyway. Under a identified roof a role is preplanned and preordained in a curtain duty. So please don't throw a pan away. Or a kettle into the net on the court. Courtiers are embellishing a primed print. In many a turret. But turrets can eventually topple so don't place the mountainous ironed towels and sheets in a bundle and derive not a shred from a seed. Merely the combination platter from a ambiguous frogspawm. Reduce to a simmer then yawn in a dawn emblematic yarn.like spin. Like sap. Like spit. Xxxxx no ha. Interesting insectivorous institutionalised iguanas. Lovely. Wooden woods weave weather. Xxxxx globalization zzzzzz

A Small Silk Sachet

The Eiffel tower stands gaunt,
like a tall iron finger
whose shadow petitions God 
for the right to scratch heaven.

My girl loves me to woo her
with polished charm and finesse,
and yet, tonight, it's my turn
to cash in on payments due.

A diamond cuts the glass
as I break into her rooms,
and her perfumed decadence
near makes me gag from the fumes.

Rifling her jewelry box
I find a small silk sachet,
whiffs of potpourri wafting
into the air at my touch.

I decide to pocket it,
and a smile crosses my lips,
a small, scented memento,
to remind me of this night.


(Blank Verse)


1/28/2016

The Score Year Traitor

Feeding me some ludicrous bait
Of incident out on staff ‘do’
Red-headed witch sealed my fate
By simple act of rifling through
My private papers to discover
If I’d ribbed her like another.

You see, I’d written poem for stress
So that I could work with scum:
To endure their endless cess
That imbued rage be overcome.
But she, whom I had trained from scratch,
Thought I’d at her discomfort snatch.

Not one deemed it worth their while
To tell me of this treachery:
Of misplaced distrust and guile
Which hurt me, though accidentally.
The Morlock found her reading it…
Why do I place my faith in unpleasant people?

Missing You My Love

Morning thaws into feverous noon, dusk fluxes and night dimly fades away,
Into a lonesome diurnal, nocturnal rhythm all woozy and gray.
Softly and silently you begot my heart’s love hope when there was none,
Securely you glided into my laxly life when destiny had me indolently undone.
Into my life you filled love when my fate on a platter offered me bliss trifling,
Niftly you surreptitiously left my antedated heart airless and stifling,
Gusts of malevolence vent out with arcane sprite, oh!  these esoteric rifling.
 
Your comely face now seems to me an abhorrative visage, 
Our bonds of love bleed venom from the punctured heart, painful seepage.
Urns of sorrow, my eyes grieve tormented, wailing tears toil to turn a new page. 

Moan for you ever, my throbbing heart and forlorn soul,
Youth of my life spent with blood shot eyes akin burning charcoal.

Lost in fond love without you beside me, now and hear,
Over and over again teeming with your thoughts I shed many a tear.
Volcanic emotions erupt, as evoke memories of making scalding love,
Ecstatic desires drive me insane, but I live on like a lonesome mourning dove.>

Weapons of Small Destruction

You used to come home from school 
grab two-handfuls of wooden building blocks 
and take one brooding look at the Lego cities 
I’d carefully constructed. 

Then, with a bit of spit starting on your mouth 
you’d begin to hurl 
making bombing noises and dancing 
your eyes shining hysterically.  

I’d scream for Mum to come stop you 
but she with her dusty apron and hair in a bun 
tired from polishing floors or scouring the oven
could only muster a shrill, “Stop that!” before
returning to her Watkins cleaning products.

You’d smirk and circle slowly while 
crushing my teddy, I’d slink to the corner 
and watch until, bored, 
you’d turn to me and say, “better clean up your mess” 
before walking away to find our mother
quietly rifling through recipes.


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written in a "one-off" flow of recollection,  April 11, 2011
~Soulfire~

Can You Discern

Roaring darkness sneaking inside
Running quickly, where to hide?
Sinister shadows chasing at your heels
The night's silence broken with shrieks and squeals
Tainted souls searching for unprotected life
Dooming presence rifling for a strife
Left with no where to turn
What to do? Can you discern?

"encyclopedia of An Villainous Air Gun"

"Encyclopedia of an villainous Air Gun"


with platelets of debasing who 
a disastrous leg pining, has set me a fire
bring a distasteful villainous villain of rifling, death
 
SHOW your self
you DEVIL  
do you know, could you care
you have raped my soul 
of its last remaining grips on proper living sanity 

so i do not cry on the outside 
but weep, in wanting of revenge
SHOW your self
I demand it of you 
SHOW your self
you half human unsettling rotten man thing 
 
for you have brought my leg 
to it painful mourning
and yet i dare not go to Dr. Arzt (Dr. Doctor is in German)
because he has never find my sass (ass) to my eyebrow 

and so now i say 
come not to my grave 
with tear in hand 
but know, it was by your, rose colored glass 
that I live and die in your 
guns and rose-watered world 

demand justice for all~

Boomerang

What fools do sing of Karma?

Justice meted out like some kind of sick equation as though
any thoughts or theorems are constant.

I'm sure Pythagoras and Euclid would be very proud of all of us.

See this place and time:

Sigma batwings beat like boomerangs,
doors slamming out the dust-choked sunlight,
trapping sinners in the saint saloon.

An argument!
There at the corner table where 
pink flesh meets inlaid wood and 
the oily leather squeaks and cracks around the
ultimate geometry machine the 
steel bed for brass and lead and rifling.

This is bar-graph justice, an
erxcercise in mean and percentage, or
was it median?

Bam!Bam!
Like a prophet fired from the kiln those bullets eat the air 
between the foresight and the torso.

This is aborigional justice come
'round full circle on a decent man.

The Quiet Man

Trigger squeezed, rifling holds
Snipers shot, truly hits home
Target down, slip away


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Unfamiliar Hearts

Unfamiliar hearts snarling ,tangling,
reeking of lust.
Unknown languages speaking,
Gaping wounds bleeding mistrusts.
Unfamiliar hearts scarred  and competing
Shouts of mercy and grace,
Keep the muscles beating.
Words rifling out,
penetrating deep beyond flesh.
Bullets lodging into broken souls of doubt
Unfamiliar hearts uniting together with common pains
Familiar traumas relieving lives so strained.
Unfamiliar hearts discovering Gods familiar forgiveness
Repenting hearts rejoicing ,embracing,
Jesus blood they witness.

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