Short Hyperbolic Poems
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Hyperbolic
Parabolic
Symbiotic
Life
In the amniotic
Catatonic
Platonic
Life
In the mnemonic
Esoteric
Symphonic
Rhythmic
Life.
I once knew a man named Aloysius
Hyperbolic as hell, superstitious
He avoided black cats
And ladders without slats
He seemed to me frankly quite judicious
gilded servant
hyperbolic purveyor
sculpting truth
liberal spender
filthy lucre
licentious gain
promoting freedom
curtailing liberties
accruing power
crafting bills
self-serving pork instills
bankrupts nation's till
Dressed in costume
on streets appeared
I and my crew
so unafeared,
but when we came
upon a spook
we ran away,
confidence shook.
I'll never leave
my room again;
but don't bereave
Sequestered Friend.
I'm scared and not
hyperbolic:
this poem is
real symbolic!
Boo!
Picture This
Your body contains eight hundred
Trillion trillion Carbon atoms.
And that’s not just
Hyperbolic hype!
What is even more astounding is…
That one in eight of those carbon atoms
Recently was expelled as pollution
From a smokestack or exhaust pipe!
(adapted from the book “YOUR ATOMIC SELF” by Curt Stager)
Twist off the cap
Lay it in your lap
I'm your favourite beverage
Take a sip of your leverage
I give catering a double meaning
Leave the flavours of my heart overweening
Soft or alcoholic
Was your love for me hyperbolic
Do I leave you dreary in the streets
Every step your awareness depletes
Or do you look forward to tasting me again
No longer a recipient of your disdain
What’s a homeland, I don’t know
Sounds a bit too much symbolic
I’ve got no land of my own
So it turns out hyperbolic
This home concept is not real
Could be my imagination
Sort of melancholy feel
Hardly a concrete location
Not the property I own
Not a shelter from the rain
Not a place where I was born
But a picture that remains
They say home is where the heart is
And my heart is over there
Far away, where willow trees
Softly rustle in damp air.
Hand-me-down myths,
like ancient monoliths,
clan's fondest memories
by nostalgia embellished;
larger-than-life sagas,
truer-than-truth legends,
hyperbolic narrations
of happy exaggerations;
that's ancestral history,
coloring one's genealogy,
seeping, coursing down
bloodlines, tribal milestones,
its gravitational whirl stirs
generations' imagination,
east, west, north, south
through word of mouth!
Just a little word with
So many guises
Incoherent inefficient ineffective reaction
Inconsistent blame
Vengeful malaise
Conscious disregard
Blameless resolve
Sanctimonious irksome indifference
Creative revenge
Wreckage for sport
Intensive bigotry
Hyperbolic generalisation
Disinterestedness
Complacent autocratic dogma
Crass philistine opportunism
Nimble forgetfulness
Vigorous ignorant diatribe
Impotent nostalgia
All in a day’s work for those
Whose envy knows no bound