Short Apoplectic Poems
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Life may be hullabaloo now,
Perhaps apoplectic,
Conceivably cuckoo,
Or it feels like the
World is ending,
Apocalyptic,
But maybe—
Just maybe,
Someday
I'll be me,
Happy and free,
Like a ballerina
In a tedious tutu.
In the end,
All I want—
Just one thing—
Just one—
Inscribed on
My headstone
“ I have loved,
I have lived”
They demand change
Change gender rules
But defend failing public schools
They demand change
Change over from fossil fuels
But keep their bacteria-rich swimming pools
They demand change
Open up the border
Hamstring police -- but still keep order
So just to prove that
change is what they fear
They are apoplectic
'cos climate change is here
Indubitably there is one emotion
By the time I feel its first nettle
I am at the point of explosion
It is already too late to settle
I become immediately apoplectic
Before the green-eyed monster
Is validated as authentic
Thus exaggerating it asunder
I find this is so flabbergasting
My face turns red and I glower
Jealousy for me is most suggesting
That my sanity has been devoured
May 5, 2018
Labour
Apoplectic murmurs as flesh contracts
Pacing and wandering in haze
Elation merged panic as the gas flows
Time is now forgotten
Life is imminent through waiting bitten lip
Scrunched fist and curled toes
Three wails, twists and reels
No position apparent, no decision made
Nature proceeds, hallucination then engulfs
Gravity descends life form
Transient separation and then…
Life anchors to openness.
'...the great tide that treads the shifting shore.'
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
Sluggishly the waves steal in like guilty
lovers, apologetic,
smothering the shore with gentle kisses
of contrition;
the ocean lies at rest, the surf recumbent,
apoplectic.
Suddenly the heavens burst, tides no
longer in remission,
swells that idled now surge into shore
their temper rages,
'sotto voce' once, now they roar like tigers
in their cages!
A young musician who played the blues
Was told he had to pay his dues
So he went to a synagogue with his pay
And thought that he could pay that way.
The rabbi said “you silly fool
What you’re doing isn’t cool
Instead of paying Jews
You’re supposed to pay your dues”.
The young musician was quite apologetic
As the rabbi bordered on the apoplectic
Never again will he make this mistake
Or was it all just a piss-take?
'...the great tide that treads the shifting shore.'
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
Sluggishly the waves steal in like guilty
lovers, apologetic,
smothering the shore with gentle kisses
of contrition;
the ocean lies at rest, the surf recumbent,
apoplectic.
Suddenly the heavens burst, tides no
longer in remission,
swells that idled now surge into shore
their temper rages,
'sotto voce' once, now they roar like tigers
in their cages!
'...the great tide that treads the shifting shore.'
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
Sluggishly the waves steal in like guilty
lovers, apologetic,
smothering the shore with gentle kisses
of contrition;
the ocean lies at rest, the surf recumbent,
apoplectic.
Suddenly the heavens burst, tides no
longer in remission,
swells that idled now surge into shore
their temper rages,
'sotto voce' once, now they roar like tigers
in their cages!
'...the great tide that treads the shifting shore'
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
Sluggishly the waves steal in like guilty
lovers, apologetic,
smothering the shore with gentle kisses
of contrition;
the ocean lies at rest, the surf recumbent,
apoplectic.
Suddenly the heavens burst, tides no
longer in remission,
swells that idled now surge into shore
their temper rages,
'sotto voce' once, now they roar like lions
in their cages.