Short Riotous Poems
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It was a sunny day
Birds riotous happy themes
Playful tweets swinging branch seats
Crackle notes crisping Fall leaves --
in that
shopping
cart,
tearing the
pavement
with riotous
laughter
even after
those wheels
caught that
crack
sending you
sprawled into
the pickled
night.
Oh, strip me naked
Bare my soul….reshape me
Torch my very spirit.
Sate my ashen fields
With riotous rivulets
Seduce my arid beauty
Entice my dormant life
To bloom, to dance upon
Dawn’s fickle wind.
Another day, another day, same old, same old
Life can still be exciting, but ya gotta keep a stranglehold
Don't fall into a rut
Live like a pup
Ya only got one, so make it riotous and uncontrolled
The word PENCIL comes from a latin word
Meaning SMALL *****, chuckled till my eyes blurred
Hilarious, riotous, rollicking
Reminds me of bedtime frolicking
Giggled so hard, a gigantic fart occurred
The word “pencil” comes from a latin word
Meaning “small ”, chuckled till my eyes blurred
Hilarious, riotous, rollicking
Reminds me of bedtime frolicking
Giggled so hard, a gigantic fart did occur
Abundance bone chilling, defrosting everything, fells great herbaceousness, icebound January kills lawns made nearly opaque, quelling riotous snow. Toppling under volatile winds xylocopa yearns zealously
By Mandy Tams
Pretend, how about it,
a different life,
one of more accord
and much less strife,
of calmer days
and soothing winds,
quivering leaves on
swaying limbs,
light blue skies
with puffy clouds,
no shouting people
in riotous crowds.
Hideous heathen heretic!
Dangerous deadly derelict!
Blasphemous bellowing bunk!
Scandalous scheming skunk!
Rambunctious riotous rascal!
Devious as Eddie Haskell!
Cancerous countywide curse!
That's ok, I've been called worse.
I sat back and watched
myriad crowds
stroll-by in riotous clash of
ages and fashions
I wondered....
where do I fit amongst all these ?
decided I did not...
and went shopping for shoes.
Elizabeth alexander 12/12/2015.
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My Sunshine at the sight of your words
Your chance glance upon my words
A riotous burst of Sunflower seeds
Droplets at a thundering pace
Rips away the cobwebs of silence
Sunset when I stare at empty space
Had I known this sweet bitter taste
Would have closed my heart in tearful haste
Each half breath pause, a quietus
Our ego disappears
There remain no thoughts riotous
Nothingness void appears
Awareness self-aware
When form with soul does pair
Like a breath of fresh air
Stillness applause
Each half breath pause
16-February-2022
Quietus
Softly the summer breeze
Unburdens me ~
Maybe life will unfold delightfully
Maybe spitfully,
Even tragically (if true love fails)
Remember me!
Balmy weather makes me remember
Riotous behavior,
Even though I was younger,
Eventually outgrown,
Zephyrs of summer remain perfumed
Ever after.
Time is a parse of moments –
each life a chronicle of ticks
and tocks, our deeper mystery often
obscured by the clang of our clutter –
we live by terms like stops and starts...
the in and out racket of hearts – truth
somewhere impaled amidst the overlooked
silence, shouted down by riotous echoes
Riotous, raucous —
Rainbow parrots’ feathers fly.
Acrobatic clowns
Three great crows regard
The thrown away takeaway —
Keen, sharp, purposeful.
Butcherbirds on wire
Bowing and fluting in turn
A twilight concert.
Black wings on pink dawn.
Flying foxes homeward bound
To roost — full of fruit.
Hell is riotous at birth
But it cools as you learn and live.
Heaven has no birth, no entrance,
Or clear advertisement.
Heaven has only you floating slightly below love
So that you may gaze and gaze and gaze with a burning heart.
In your fear you pace back, back-and-forth.
From mind to no-mind,
From riot to release.
deepest green forever fields
in mellow sunshine we laughed
as we froze in memory
petals on the breeze
yesterday's riotous hues
upon bird and bloom and tree
linger with the sweet fragrance
of fields of frolic
lemon orange and cherry
dawn to noon to setting sun
plum twilight ends fruitful hours
dreaming butterflies
The noise had been there for so long
It seemed as though it was life's song
A constant cacophony of insane rage
This psychopathic woman had the stage
Slowly, steadily her screech was muted
As her false claims were often disputed
Those acidly touched by her riotous insanity
Are no longer affected by her peculiar profanity
As fall turns, chill leans in
gently pressing warmth away
aging leaves reach a riotous peak
punching pigments everywhere.
Savory smells linger in comfort
busy stoves and fireplaces are lit
little ones dream of costumes
orange and black hues abound
until crimson leaves
break free.
Written on 10/3/2019
City Forest
T’would be a forest in another time,
These days it shelters just one;
Riotous messenger it blows in the breeze,
Then quietly with reverie, leaves us alone.
Life is decided in this dawn of the morn,
Death invited to be a friend,
But no, not yet, neath your lovely leaves,
This little remnant has not met its end.
Am no poet
So poets don't fret
Am just some lad with a toysome pen
So why be on your guards
But like Peter Pan
Am more than a man
My worth, I stand to prove
Let's see if you will not approve
Am no poet
So poets don't fret
For my niche, I want to carve
My say, I want to have
I seek not riotous rivalry
But beat me if you can
Form:
I build myself
poet, in the lightning
of sun that leaves
from the sky,
in the dance of
belly of the moon
between clouds
unstable...
I deconstruct myself
poet, in the smell
of death of
deep dagger
tearing
life...
in satiety
vampire in
tip of the syringe...
in the riotous river
who runs me
inside when
I am without
canoe...!
Lavender lilacs pose pretty
with riotous rows of perfect petals
wind whipped, airily arcing
mesmerizing motions…paths pulsing
sweet scents wistfully woo
wispy winged, soft silk butterfly
to alight and sip fresh nectar.
Written on 12/14/2021
Quiet Pious was bias indeed
Made quite the noize on his mighty steed
Woke the Lion named Riotous Reed who
Spoke in a tongue that was crypitously read
.
Lips shining in a color of crimson
Smiles at Pious the fictitious mention
Awaiting the answer to frictionless motion
Wading inside of a waving ocean, she smiles
.
A smile of mischievous proportions ;)
Form:
This sudden revelation
Image
That stark forgotten white
As I stand gazing
Through an olive green scrim
Beyond the damp and dusted mist
This Seurat shower of pointillistic heads
A sudden crowd
A noisy crowd come to life
With music of the spheres
The dance along each bough
Fancy to hear
Distant
Each small voice
In riotous cheer
Spring people