Short Forbidding Poems

Fraught with fiercest spines, 
Forbidding—yet flaunting such
Flamboyant flowers—...

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Cold Sea
Cold forbidding sea,
Stinging salt and blinding spray,
Bringing home the ships....

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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....

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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...

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...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....

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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....

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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....

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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....

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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 ...

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(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....

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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...

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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....

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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...

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...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!...

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...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!...

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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.


Note: title courtesy of Victor Hugo...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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.


Note: title courtesy of Victor Hugo...

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