Short Ire Poems
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Quench your desire, to quelch the ire.
Squish your wish, quell and welch on greed's glut
Be satisfied with a belch of gut.
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21 April 2017
Quick like fire
Burning desire
Is a pseudo-sire
Playing a lyre
Breaking a wire
By greased tire
Stepping in mire
Looking at a pyre
It’s all looking dire
Quick like fire
Burning desire
Russell Sivey
*"Whispering Hope" was music to my ears
Today's fare sounds like children clashing gears
When Eire becomes Ire
Extinguish the fire
Lest hope never soothes your grandchildren's fears!
*1949 "Whispering Hope" Jo Stafford, Gordon MacRae duet
There are no snakes in Ireland today
For St.Patrick has cast them away
They had attacked the wrong dude
Which Patrick thought was quite rude
So celebrate St. Patrick this day
In a forty day fast for his Lord
St. Pat was attacked by a snake horde
As he shook his sacred staff
He said, "I'll have the last laugh"
And he drove them to sea as he roared
2-17-19
Lightning strafed
the carbon sky
with blazing spears
and monster fangs.
Deep thunder boomed
like cannon fire
and rent clouds
from dreamless rest.
The grey néphos
wept profuse
to see havens
gored.
On the bridge
a maiden cowered
her moggy cat
in tow.
Sail and mast
trembled, racked;
a bygone king
bowed to pray
tossed on waters
thrashing wild.
The tempest sighed
gagged.
Ah Anger! One of the seven deadly sins
A scourge that ravages the mind of man,
Alas! In an imperfect world only evil wins
A tiny spark consumes the forest in fire,
Peace prevails when he reins in his ire.
So why would I look back in anger
to recall with woe my wandering past?
No, I’ll not go there to find an answer;
Now my future must dawn with a new hope
before my time reaches the end of the rope.
Sputtered words meant to bruise
Passive aggressive
Crowded and confused
Deadened ambivalence toward the seen
Wishing to allude
Collapsing the dream
Your questions
No suggestions
When personalities crash
In a flash
Alone,
I wash away the sting
Of my broken wing
I’m reminded of your other trait
No I don’t
Want to debate
On a timeless ride
Into the unrest night
I shield my heart from anymore
Discredit or smite
Closing the door
In silence
What does it take to pinpoint
The emotion of love and get
It past you?
How is it that you uncongenialy
Antiquate us with malevolent,
And still live with no worries?
You've created such antipathy in
The human eyes
Now it's so much more opaque
Than it used to be
The lack of emotion is
Inestimable and sequestered
There here is very incredulous
Am I the only one that sees this?
Such ignominy has filled me
This world, these people
It is all just opprobrium
Written November 1, 2005
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