Short Rampaged Poems
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Our environment has programmed us not to think things out, the information onslaught has rampaged into our lives, hurrying us to the next task with no time to consider what it is what we are actually accomplishing.
Our environment has programmed us not to think things out. The information onslaught has rampaged into our lives, hurrying us to the next task with no time to consider what it is what we are actually accomplishing.
Everybody’s bad day…
a badge without a star
the one who stood when others fled,
each day to raise the bar
The one they all could come to,
when freedom was in chains
the light that rampaged in the night
—to hunt what darkness claimed
(The New Room: April, 2022)
My love is like a melody rocking me to sleep
My love is like a solid anchor pulling me down deep
My love is like a soothing voice
Saying nighty night
My love is like a rampaged rage
Saying hold on tight
My love is like a shooting star
Blazing through the sky
But no matter how I grow or change
My love will never die
She awakens only thrills
in the rest of mankind
She has lived this life
Inside this skin with a
Quite and unruffled dignity
Because her life is a fire
In which each burns
Until it's time to toss the ashes
Never dissatisfied with herself
She cannot be rampaged
through her soul
Because she has no God
to clear up the rubble......
A wild boar came into town
because he felt so alone
he rampaged some doors and entered a home
to find some food in the kitchen
I came across the story in a newspaper and it really happened in Bavaria.
Police came and thought it was a thief, but then they found tracks of the boar.
Nobody saw him and that fellow disappered into the forest after he found food in a
restauran's kitchen and in a private home
Shylo and Twixx
Were both in a fix
The Maltipoo sisters both hid
They rampaged the trash
Then, they ran in a flash
Because, they had broken
The clasp on the lid
The owner came home
To give them their bone
And to make sure...
That they both got their licks
But he took the bones away
And to both, he would say
I know you were both in the mix
Nursery Rhyme 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
3/12/2021
Apocryphal embellishments of
a non-canonical secret society,
teeming amidst a dubious
enterprising authenticity,
exposure's excessed stormy decay of
tormented poet's crushing blows,
ego's wild oats fruitlessly sown
rampaged rush to save their own flesh,
poesy's wildflower blooms wilted
under acid rein's torridity of seduction,
hence poetry's infertile demise unto
dusty shelves' apathetic surrender