Short Forbidding Poems
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Cold Sea
Cold forbidding sea,
Stinging salt and blinding spray,
Bringing home the ships.
Enveloped in humane rage,
she was a torturous sage,
pierced his wounded spirit,
she went forth to tear it,
forbidding it for him to breathe
she summoned dark to wreathe
Long forbidding fingers dig deep in,
Appearing black contrast on pale skin,
The puppeteer directs your gaze,
A brief view but the vision stays,
Ruinous renderings plague the brain,
His dark imprint now shall remain.
The lure of the sea was lost on me
Forbidding waters caused me to flee
But to where ... not to the air
Imagine a fall from way high up there
Seeking a safe zone, I stayed at home...
And with little to say, I mastered the poem
I swim to an unknown rocky strand, marooned by the captain's hand,
Up on the barren shore I stand, up on the wave-washed sand.
The sandpipers dance a saraband; could I like the birds withstand?
Held by the bars of a coral band, alone in a rocky land.
in summer
a cat appeared
in my backyard
every day
bathed in the sunshine
rolled on its back
then sneaked under the fence
on its merry way...
now a forbidding wind moans
leaves snap off of trees
late afternoons
the hawk is out
the sky, an angry gray
The gardens’ magical beauty comes to life
in the dark of night.
The large treetops seem to float right up above you
and merge with the open sky.
The flowers seem forbidding in the dim light of the night,
but as you look at them for a while,
they glow to you,
and are more radiant than at daylight.
The streets of yesterday, comforting
The landscape of tomorrow, forbidding
Familiar foods rouse fond memories
Tampering with tradition, disapproval
My well-worn armchair's form-fitted to me
That new recliner, stiff as a bad knee
Your scent, your aura, ingratiating
All others, alienating
...title courtesy of Victor Hugo
Silver'd whisps,
diaphanous, floating 'neath
the ether, flying high like
prophecy or prayer.
Black forbidding masses
rumbling out their message,
jagged bolts of lightning
rend the air.
Innocuous or deadly,
omens to discerning eyes,
it would behoove us all
to heed the skies.
Silver'd wisps, diaphanous, floating 'neath the ether,
flying high like prophesies from God.
Black forbidding masses rumble out their warning,
jagged bolts of lightning rend the air.
Innocuous or deadly, oft they're in disguise,
it would behoove us all to heed the skies.
Silvered wisps,
diaphanous, floating 'neath
the ether, flying high like
prophesies from God.
Black forbidding masses
rumbling out their message,
jagged bolts of lightning
rend the air.
Innocuous or deadly,
oft they're in disguise;
it would behoove us all
to heed the skies.
Silver'd whisps,
diaphanous, floating 'neath
the ether, flying high like
prophesies from God.
Black forbidding masses
rumbling out their message,
jagged bolts of lightning
rend the air.
Innocuous or deadly,
oft they're in disguise;
it would behoove us all
to heed the skies.
Bird food bought instead
Of cookies, no dread
Of eating them at tea or
Snack, I'll make brownies
Ride over the counties
Maybe do fun chores galore
Who am I kidding
Can't do forbidding
I'll just eat so much, much more
Maybe some apples
Dipped so they're dappled
No, I'm trapped just as before
(This is a fictional poem)
My wife is a vegetarian and she wants me to be one too.
She's forbidding me to eat meat, what am I going to do?
If she has her way, I'll never eat another whopper.
She's a monster, somebody has to stop her.
I can't continue to go without any meat.
I just opened the door and tossed her out in the street.
Form:
TITLE SONG
In that grinding solitude
"I Wander Lonely as a Cloud"
Echoing an "Ode on Melancholy"
To my spiritual
"Waste Land".
Doing the "Digging"
On that "Sunne Rising"
breathing a "Valediction Forbidding Mourning"
I fear I am "Gone With the Wind"
Fixing my date
"Crossing the Bar"
Being the "Adonais"
Heading for a
--ROMAN HOLIDAY
Silver'd whisps,
diaphanous, floating 'neath
the ether, flying high like
prophesies from God.
Black forbidding masses
rumbling out their message,
jagged bolts of lightning
rend the air.
Innocuous or deadly,
oft they're in disguise,
so it would behoove us all
to heed the skies.
Traveling sullenly
Through the worst season
Of my life
I watch hope fall
Like autumn leaves
I stand against the rising chill
And beckon my soul to come
And lift itself out of hibernation
And back to a place and time
When everything had
Possibilities
And it was so bright that the entire world
Seemed familiar and not so
Strange and forbidding
Form:
...title courtesy of Victor Hugo
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Silver'd wisps, diaphanous,
floating 'neath the ether,
flying high like prophecy or prayer.
Black forbidding masses
rumbling out their message,
jagged bolts of lightning rend the air.
Innocuous or deadly,
omens to discerning eyes,
it would behoove us all to heed the skies!
...title courtesy of Victor Hugo
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Silver'd whisps, diaphanous,
floating 'neath the ether,
flying high like prophecy or prayer.
Black forbidding masses
rumbling out their message,
jagged bolts of lightning rend the air.
Innocuous or deadly,
omens to discerning eyes,
it would behoove us all to heed the skies!
Silver'd whisps,
diaphanous, floating 'neath
the ether, flying high like
prophecy or prayer.
Black forbidding masses
rumbling out their message,
jagged bolts of lightning
rend the air.
Innocuous or deadly,
omens to discerning eyes,
it would behoove us all
to heed the skies.
Note: title courtesy of Victor Hugo
Silver wisps,
diaphanous, floating 'neath
the ether, flying high as
prophecy or prayer.
Black forbidding masses
rumbling out their message,
jagged bolts of lightning
rend the air.
Innocuous or deadly,
omens to discerning eyes,
it would behoove us all
to heed the skies.
Note: title courtesy of Victor Hugo
Silver wisps,
diaphanous, floating 'neath
the ether, flying high like
prophecy or prayer.
Black forbidding masses
rumbling out their message,
jagged bolts of lightning
rend the air.
Innocuous or deadly,
omens to discerning eyes,
it would behoove us all
to heed the skies.
Note: title courtesy of Victor Hugo
Can’t sleep,
My thoughts race skin deep
Forbidding rest,
I’m wearing my dreamless vest
Made of flesh and stress
Heavy clothes I can’t undress
Trapped under stained sheets
My mind wanders the sleepless streets
Searching for a cure,
My body can no longer endure
Skin and bone is all I am
Once a lion, now a lamb,
Falling farther every night
To the sandman’s delight.
Silver'd whisps,
diaphanous, floating 'neath
the ether, flying high like
prophecy or prayer.
Black forbidding masses
rumbling out their message,
jagged bolts of lightning
rend the air.
Innocuous or deadly,
omens to discerning eyes,
it would behoove us all
to heed the skies.
Note: title courtesy of Victor Hugo
a vicious silence
feeds on my mind
stifling my essence
a curse designed
to destroy and erase
all authentic creativity
leaving not a trace
of poetic ability
my pen overflows
with eager ink
but the silence grows
forbidding me to think
my mind must be restless
I despise this peace
allow my pen to be reckless
this silence must cease!