Short Spasmodic Poems
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Frothing, frigid fjords
Fling forth fine stippled
Salmon, streaking upstream.
Roe-rich fish, flashing
Fat and fulgent:
Spurred to spawn, to spurt
Then sputter -- spasmodic.
Spectral. Unspared.
it's a motel room
sunrise, sunset, happy, orange sun
some such
off the interstate
in
bum
florida
my spasmodic hercules
I work pretty hard to make it a hercules,
anyway
with bulls & boars & eighty six
bras
and a bottle of evan williams
wine
Wrestling with his conscience
Abstaining from verbal exchange
Regretting his words
Offended by obscenities
Forgetting his ticket
What is happening now?
Obnoxious little men
Rallying in no mans land
Dire Consequences
Spasmodic verbal abuse.
Related to the football match:
Here and there
Everywhere
Like an exhalation
Here and there
Everywhere
Spasmodic Hiroshimas
Here and there
Everywhere
Ash in wings of foam,
Sandal-less dodders
Violently envious of
Fallen leaves
Transience naked
Here and there
Everywhere-
Nowhere
The eel
Its wild and woolly outside tonight
The wind is blowing a mighty gale
The trees are loudly whispering sweet nothings
Or whistling mournful tales
The rain is indecisive
Spasmodic in small bursts
The thunder lazy and quietly rumbling
No desire or energy to exert
Amazed with all in soup made curious,
sets a fiery spark fast and furious.
Shark set its mark on a group;
developed spasmodic croup,
left most combative and delirious.
12/27/2018
Poetry Contest: Shark in the Soup
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausin
My Functional Movement Disorder
Turned me into a performer.
My body becomes jerky,
And I move quirky.
My arms move spasmodic,
Onlookers may think I am neurotic.
But I am not foolish or silly,
This disorder will not kill me.
So if you see my jerks,
Know they are now my quirks.
.
The shattered stare of the war-shocked
float and fade in the medic's head,
the spasmodic throes of the dying,
the sickening stench of the dead.
He trudges on through bloodied mud,
seeking out the lost and the wounded,
dazed in the gray haze of gunpowder,
slain before the battle even started!
.
Ever since
Life is spasmodic
A broken realm
Of high and low tides
Ever since
There is no one to count
But pellucid self –
Merging into oblivion
Ever since
Time is clocking
Years surrender
To abundance of blame
Ever since
It’s unfinished wars
With narcissistic powers
That reign the rule
Ever since
I have amassed wisdom
That life is too short
To invoke justice
My gait spasmodic
I staggered drunkenly
My inner voice a thousand tongues
Of crazed cacophony
In mumbling incoherence
My muddled mind benumbed
I sought the words I fumbled for
As if I were struck dumb
But sentence was unstructured
And thought was compromised
Were I to even form a word
Complexity – be mine
The Thought took hold – though –
In shape – and form – and slowly
I expressed in words
What only wise men know –
Wonderful Beauty
To See The Hummingbird Seeks
Sweet Nectar Of Life.
Flower To Flower
Flying Across In The Blue Sky
Singing So Proudly.
Ruby-throated Are The
Prettiest And Cute Hummingbird
Whizzing Wings Are Blur.
Chitter Chatter Chat
Through Rapid Dance Of Her Wings
Spasmodic Little Bird.
Peering Into The
Heart Of The Each Nice Flower
The Flying Jewel Sips.
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Written By:: Raj Dey (Ranjan)
Contest:: Sweet Flowers And Hummingbirds
Sponsor:: Sydney~LeeAnn