Short Irascible Poems
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Soul is aped disease.
Fall irritated at night!
Heart is a journey.
Heard around kiss printed out.
Kept widening on your cheek.
Slippers and cocoa
our masquerade is over
all fire in our eyes
all ire in our lies
embraceable us
irascible hush
our Love ascending
our Lust descending
with Heaves of trust
in never ending
realms of true thrust
abidings of
everlasting lust,
so help me you.
Remand
A desperate prisoner
Out on remand
Am I
Till sentence do us part
On her hand
Lamely hung;
Inconsiderate
And
Irascible woman’s
Husband-
Suspect of love
Treason
(Heart’s betrayer)
Defying reason
To forever wear garb
In a wrong season.
JM
05th January 2014
Unstrung as the brave
Nonviolent in protests
Questioning moral wrong
Unfavorable of unfairness
Extravagant in ideas
Supporting freedom
Taunted by the ignorant
Irascible over foolishness
Obsessed by cleanliness
Nameless to the envious
Ambiguous in everything
Bountiful in blessings
Liberal in thoughts
Enthused by laughter
Irascible
(High Tempered)
Written: by Miracle Man
8/28/2019
My life’s curse has been,
In my being irascible.
But confidence in my ability,
Was always unsurpassable.
Admittedly, petty things,
Induce feelings of distraught.
God constantly reminds me,
*“Be Ye Angry And Sin Not.”
*EPHESIANS 4:26 KJV
"Be ye angry, and sin not:
I Fret the Holiday Season
I invited it in:
insipid, insidious
holiday hoopla;
and now rue
my indolent heart
As time escapes
I inveigh aloud
a tirade of syllables
that berate my
immutable,
irascible self
I pine for insouciance,
iniquitously doled
to some
not to others,
and wear the ignominious
crown, self-bestowed
upon my head:
“Intransigent Queen.”
I’ve only myself to blame.
Something’s under my skin
Afflicting my every breath
I might lose this conflict
Maybe if I
Open a window of new breezes
Rattling in my attenuate conscious
So now I am
Feverously irascible
At the only creator of myself
The path was lined with nails and pieces of glass
And I collect them along the way
And spit them far from my heart
Because I’m run out of origin
I am standing in a puddle
Nearly empty
You are far from being a goddess or queen.
In fact, you’re one of the ugliest women I’ve ever seen.
Is the royal treatment what you expect?
You have given me nothing but contempt and disrespect.
A month has only thirty or thirty-one days.
It seems like you have PMS always.
What an irascible and vehement virago!
You are somebody I do not wish to know.
Why don’t you gather your things and just go?
Hardened shells
Power
Control
Pulsing blood
Stretching veins
Quivering wrists
Just rebellious enough to feel evil
Evil death
One with evil
Unconsummate death
Pounding ears
Reflecting torment
Every
Lucid thought
Irascible memory
Desperate plea
Enveloped in
Thick passion
Excuseless rage
Unattainable outlet
Bruising
Screaming
Growling
Liquid
Beating my head
Loosens the tourniquet
Postiche creator
Ingulge
Morbid
Desire
They'll never know
What they've done