Short Apoplectic Poems

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...

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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...

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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....

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'...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!...

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'...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!...

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'...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!...

Read More

'...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....

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