Short Excitements Poems
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old train whistling like an asthmatic
coal fire and soot, thoughts
deranged loosely connec-
ted salad of words
withdrawal at the last instant
birth of a celestial monster
bizarre postures purpose-
less agitations catatonic
excitements, waxy flex-
ible stupour
Form:
IMPATIENCE
it’s spring gloomy day
and i watch from the window
strange quiets and excitements
hang in the humidity
like ghostly, long caged voices
the green explosion
has destroyed winter’s hold,
silenced the screaming,
and impatient nature
awaits a late burst of sun
Hours of horrible happenings
Afraid of aerobatics’ artist
Lovely and lively lyrics by louts
Luggage of lies and loss fills the land
Outrageous onslaught on oldies
Weird wards willing to waste
Excitements erode the egomania
Elite excused? …Not exempted
Naughty ninjas at night niggle.
September’s serendipitous serenade
Evokes the ebullience of ecstasy
Provokes a prancing promenade
Tingeing the torrid leaf tips
Exacting an elemental excitements
Monumental majesty
Blue-black horizons blending
Exotically enigmatic exigencies
Ruby reds rollicking in the Rockies
John G. Lawless
©9/1/2018
Felt like a quest without a treasure,
Talking in turns without pleasure,
Wanted you to burn my soul,
With passion and intention,
Quite the fairytale of adventure.
The politeness of your nature,
Tormented my soul for leisure,
Though I wanted the danger.
Cliffhangers and excitements.
synthetic textures of artificial
excitements perpetuate
satisfied expectations
trembling desires
aggravated felonies misdemea-
nors denervation putrified
thrones lobbying overgr-
own breasts dividing the
skins stealing and en-
croaching destroying
then breaking into
a weird victory
smile under
the statue
of liber
ty
Form:
There’s no substitute for life.
I find myself,
seduced by yearnings.
I’m flourishing here,
contemplating sin.
I’ve nothing to do
when I’ve nothing but time.
I’m reusing solitudes -
they’ve become ragged.
What’s the answer then?
Should I seal my girly heart,
engage in uncaring kisses
like it’s ‘casual friday’ -
connive brief excitements
- just to feel a pulse?
Synapses in the brain sparking,
Transient rushes here to there.
Consciously, excitements bustling,
The world around looks, unaware.
Tête-à-tête buzzes constantly.
Ever present selves in the air.
Fast paced nights remember freely.
A time when there was less despair.
© July 25, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
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