Short Furiously Poems
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White snow, furiously freely falling, carpeting the hued ground;
A freezing allegory of racism and xenophobia that’s still around:-
wind slashes wyoming wheat field
blades of windmill spinning furiously
animals find shelter under bridge
rain slams down, breaking stalks
no mercy
Some days, God weaves a tapestry,
Life's circumstances furiously knitting.
Other days, leaving things to ourselves,
She does needlepoint, while sitting.
forbiding forever forbes to fly forward flawlessly foruitously
falsely fascinated by five fools following fleetingly frantic
flipflops fervently and furiously.
snow falling softly a sign of winter's warmth
frost nipping ever nose
cheeks cherry red like wine
kids playing furiously
dashing and dancing
snow angels galore
Like the waves of a storm-swept gray sea
breakers rushing furiously toward me
Thrashing recollections of what once was
memories that will nevermore be
Sky murky
A biting wind blows furiously
Swirling about ghostly
Whistling against the extremity
As dark clouds show
With drifts through
Begin to form anew
Ensuing cloudburst view
Watch this Hispanic street punk
Furiously drive home his prayer
Frowning and sweating Latin funk
While the blond hippie shakes down her hair...
Santana at Woodstock, 1969 on U-Tube
In deafening silence
I wait for my big date
It doesn't seem fair
to have butterflies floating furiously
within my stomach
and scattered thoughts floating
abruptly in my head
Formidable floundering frisky fish followed furiously,
Flogging fourteen flustered freshman froggies
Furious followers filed fine-tuning finesse
Frostily furthering fruitless froggy fortitude.
Furiously the flurries fly. Attached to wall, me on phone.
My Dad makes tracks, and I wonder at the dashing of snow that cools
Mindless chatter. Aspiring flames leap from chimney, as wind moans.
The carafe
Bought a bottle
Of red wine.
It looks at me
I look at it.
Furiously.
It is empty now
threw it in the bin.
Who wants to?
Look at an empty
bottle
If you are not
a collector of labels
LIKE CHILDREN
Ducks paddle furiously
Playing extra hard
Like kids out too late
Desperate to enjoy each moment
Before mum calls them in -
In winter when their river is
Frozen into cold limbo
Frantic flickering, flames
Furiously flashing
Faultless reflections, lights
Flourishing, unfailing
Flamboyant hues, destined
For forever, glowing
Faithfully, flow of joy
The winds of change are unforgiving; howling furiously
And we angry voters cannot resist the spirit of the times
A revolution is imminent. They'll soon hear us roar!
Date written and posted: 01/31/2019
grey morning, ten o’clock,
school gates closed
with all the pupils inside –
less than a mile away
empty park, empty playground,
except for a teenage boy
sitting on a swing,
rocking furiously to and fro
New Pup
We have her now
Darling, cute and funny
Uh-oh. Look who is not happy
Cat hissed furiously at both of us
Swatted new puppy on the nose
But puppy keeps playing
Does not see cat
Run Pup!
A record of a secret document
Embedded in my memory
Threatening to open
My feelings to the world
And I will keep it clandestine
Waiting for you to furiously
Copy down, word for word
The essence of my emotions
Form:
Judging our tensile strength
As she furiously reams
Nibbling away at our armor
Undeterred by wishes or dreams
Alternately pushing and pulling
Rending our world with her blast
Yanking us apart at the seams
The dawn broke
with thoughts
raging furiously
insisting on response
capturing my being
now a prisoner
with no escape route
an accessory before and after the fact
plead I for freedom to engage the heart
on its destined course.
I knew better
- a headline taught me
I hated intensely
- a headline enticed me
I clicked furiously
- a headline led me
I argued vigorously
- a headline fed me
I grew superior
- a headline lifted me.
The story?
Oh, too boring.
Mr Cat has fallen completely in love with a pumpkin vine.
He is cozy and happy for his relationship is furiously fine.
We tell stories about his story. I am glad it’s not mine.
I know that there is an expiration date on each pumpkin vine.
Head hurts horrendously
Thundered thoughts throb
Manic mind melts
Bizarre brainwaves beckoning
Whatever wanders wayward
Furiously fueling falsehoods
Deepening demented delusions
Alliteration contest/Dr.Ram Mehta
7/07/2014
By:Greg Hoffman
Pure, clear with direction
the stream flows on down it
goes
tributes comes come in
big it becomes
dirty and un pure
it’s innocence lost
its direction distorted
furiously pounding anything
along the way
all it’s goodness gone
Am I it ??
Without a word She slips into my soul at night Embraced for an eternity Her body oozing in delight With an uncontrollable rhythm To the pounding of my heart Her body shakes furiously Until our embrace does finally part