Short Run Amok Poems
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Caressing your face,
on a hammock
Letting the calm calamity
wreck havoc
Your eyes, your lips, your all
makes my heart run amok
Form:
In our lunar frenzy
We run amok through each others heads
Let's sit back down at this table of giving
And be each others sanctuary
Way into dark
My poetry really does suck.
I look for true rhymes, but get stuck.
Though my meter is fine,
When you follow each line
you’ll see that they all run amok.
If you don't want to press your luck
Never iron a four leaf clover, big yuks
It's a giggle each day
Need to find a way
To shoo your troubles and run amok
When Things Run Amok
When things run amok
It is always best that you
Don't forget to duck.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran Poet
Soothsayer and Prophet
who can't stop it.
Blonde bombers light my rusty old candle
Eyebrows and toes curl, causing quite a scandal
Tend to run amok
As I babble and cluck
Eyes roll independently, use my hooha as a handle
colours of rainbow conspired to be free, and run amok,
dancing wildly on vivid canvas, disjoining from its arched bow,
elements and spirits gladly soaked them in deep, to shine.
Date: 31.1.2015
Who knows what lurks in the hearts of man
All seems normal outside but imagine if you can
A hidden desire to run amok
Act like a total schmuck
Screaming in the streets chomping on canned spam
Still walking in dreamland at this very late stage
My heads in the clouds, but I'm on to the last page
It ain't over yet
Still randy as heck
Before I run amok better lock your daughters in a cage
Still walking in dreamland at this very late stage
My heads in the clouds, but I'm on to the last page
It ain't over yet
Still randy by heck
Before I run amok better lock me in a cage
© Jack Ellison 2015
Who knows what sillies lurk in the hearts of man
All seem normal outside but inside, imagine if you can
A hidden desire to run amok
Act like a total schmuck
Screaming through the streets chomping on canned spam
Solfatara plays lumen,
Air hypoxic rites death,
Fumarole punches the stomata,
Coldness fired leaves,
Joy!
A run amok storm dragged trunks,
The warrior of plantae,
Majesty of a tropical mountain,
Every berry has glory,
Hail!
Who knows what sillies lurk in the heart of this man
All seems normal outside but inside, imagine if you can
A hidden desire to run amok
Act like a total schmuck
Screaming through the streets chomping on canned spam
frankenstein's monster
brings tears to my weary eyes
science run amok
with little humanity
experimental downfall
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01/01/2022
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Cast the die, tell a lie
with stony face, just in case
you await your fate.
Perchance a circumstance
will run amok your luck
to trace perchance a triage,
to swish your wish
aligned, belied, beguiled
a happenstance prance
a dream perchance beseem
was watching the news
t-rump's mouth started farting
his brainology
round round in circles
couldn't string two sentences
to save his ramble
it was a study
psychology run amok
symptoms of disease
a dementia
onset sounds just like t-rump
seriously...true
stan sand
Fanfarons run amok
Frowsting in stupidity
Farouche in mind, words and deeds
Fastuous yet in demeanor
Farrago collectives formed there from
Ferulaceous in nature thus bending
Falling or breaking in due course
Inspired by Kim Merryman's Pleiades F - Poetry Contest
"Facets" was my entry into said contest
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First you got an alligator.
Next came a giraffe.
Lions ride your elevator..... Bears hide in your bath.
Bunnies...
Chimps...
(a duck!)...
Raccoons...
run amok through all your rooms!
Soon, if you don't set them free,
there will be no room for me!
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First you got an alligator.
Next came a giraffe.
Lions ride your elevator,
bears hide in your bath.
Bunnies,
chimps,
(a duck?),
raccoons.....
run amok through all your rooms!
Soon, if you don't set them free - there will be no room for me!
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Though few drive off-road in their truck
Pick-up owners have run amok
Having a tail gate
Their mood will elate
While the cabin carries a schmuck
Author's note: A pass to those folks who use their truck for business on a regular basis. However, a status truck reveals a weak mind and hurts the environment more than a "normal" car. Those are already bad enough.
Before the spill there was
soaring. And then anti-g.
I readied myself
for the ultimate fall.
This was the poetry of submission
sharing the pain of disillusionment.
Who was pretending of liberation
in a see-through heart ?
This was the time when
you run amok
under pheromones of dead clones:
the drowned dreams.
Pelting stones at moon
we were made for each other.
Satish Verma
Don’t count on luck when you are stuck;
It’s fickle and unheeding.
A little pluck may help unmuck
Your journey to succeeding.
Don’t pass the buck or try to duck
When problems have you sinking.
Let others cluck or run amok
While you, instead, start thinking.
You may be struck by train or truck
Before you get unmired,
But brains and pluck, when things just suck,
May get what you’ve desired.
(inspired by the movie “Joy”)
1.
An irascibelephant whom no-one could trust
Had a whim to run amok, or bust!
Though roundly condemned by his peers as a skunk,
From interception they’d cowardly shrunk,
Saying simply, “Old boy, if you musth, then you musth!”
2. Elephants have as a favourite pursuit
A fondness for tasty doum palm fruit,
Though when of this delight they are sated,
The tuskers can become quite inebriated,
And stagger home in enormous wobbly-boots!
To laze in the shade amidst gardens and gold -
to live for oneself and forget what one's told -
to drift languid in pools for years till one's old -
Oh sweet, selfish dream! Take me out of the cold.
There I can write for hours on end,
let my dreams run amok through the clouds ...
But what would I write of?
Why should I write?
As my mind sank into soft pillows of luxury,
and I forgot the bittersweet struggles of life.
Growing weaker and weaker in paradise.
6 August 2022
Parenting
The 21st century;
Changed the quality of our parenting
The busier we get;
the less time we have;
to spend with our little ones.
We buy them off with gifts.
We cast a blind eye;
Hoping their tantrums will soon stop.
We hope for a quiet moment to relax.
Giving in to their demands.
Hoping it will ease our guilt
Of not being better parents
As our children run amok;
With little values and lots of gifts.
Guilt compromises the quality of our parenting &
the quality of our children.