Got a short fuse
Got a heart to abuse
With what you call romance
I refuse to dance the dance
Of trying to love someone
Who will always run
Away from me
Even if they
See me for who I am
A struggling man
With a hole in his chest
Looking like he's got nothing left
No heart and desires
Just burnt out fires
And a deep dark hole
Deep down in his soul
Life full of love
More like a life full of pain
It's truly a shame
That I might love someone
Who doesn't love me
In the same way
I guess I'm fine with
Not giving my heart away
I won’t be mad
I won't be sad
I'll be humble
And I'll be neutral
Consider a smarter analysis
- loveliness immortal with a squeeze
If you have a short fuse
- learn to lose
Compare the evidence of a real divide
so far apart are truly God and man
the comparisons are really traumatic
consider all that covers this great span
God is far greater than created man
always eternal knows everything
fully perfect with no hint of sin
fully spiritual with great blessings to bring
God is never irritable, edgy, fatigued, or depressed
nor is stressed, moody, or never at all blue
His anger never ever had a short fuse
this God's word reveals what is true
Our God is above all possibility
of being touchy, cranky, or temperamental
instead is infinitely energetic, so unbounded
but also like Jesus was meek and gentle
This God is by far the greatest
He far exceeds all that's human
being eternal has always been here
so ask God to do what He can!
"Life is a gift"
Let's look for it not to be
absent...
Buy property at the plant
Of course it doesn't need to wet...!
Just as someone who plants himself...
even if it's inside
in the garden, it does not bear fruit... !
short fuse person, escape
up close... the fuse
it's over soon and device explodes,
don't stick around...!
hot person actually
calm down, you can warm up...
Me for example, I'm a
little "hot"...
but it's just to warm up
my dear love,
without burning... he, he...!
argue biased,
in no way deserves
answer...
When you neet a biased, send:
VADE RETRO...!
This invisible being has come
alive inside my mind
She roams freely
thoughts and me entwined
Tossing and turning
she puts me into a bind
Looking for things that she can find
I’ll give her this, she’s behind
my poetry, this mastermind
She refuses to lift a finger
And often springs to mind
And at times she’s certainly not too kind
She has feelings which she often ties
around my neck like a noose
And takes offence, if I don’t think
And sulks when I refuse
I dare not falter, she has a short fuse!
6.6.2021
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
Contest: The poet’s hands are tied
for all crime to cease
need to hire more police
so they will increase
as i am aging
year after year engaging
war against waging
up emotion built
while we had watched ourselves wilt
caused by greed and guilt
putin do deplore
has a head which seems so sore
dull and a big bore
was known to imbibe
how putin would you describe
evil and connive
has short fuse and stem
for world problems we blame him
while haughty and grim
had started to search
then God did give me a church
with tress oak and birch
even though may be brief
took a short sigh of relief
from the sin and grief
when God would consent
we always knew what he meant
that we should repent
Jim Horn
Everywhere we see the signs,
Unstable, Fragile, Caution;
So why don't people have such signs,
So folks know to take precautions.
For some folks have a real short fuse,
That's sometimes unsuspected,
And when we step on tender toes,
The reactions unexpected.
Other folks can play and tease,
And make jokes all day long,
But if you do the same to them,
You'll find that you were wrong.
With this in mind I leave you with,
Some wise and sage advice.
When dealing with most folks my friend,
Some can be un-nice.
'Cause some folks have a temper,
And unthinking oft unfair;
So no matter what your dealings,
Caution - Handle With Care.
Frosty short fuse
Santa's muse stunk
That's news, he said
12/9/2020
Bauk Than - Than Bauk Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: charles messina
Santa the Sinner crossed the Covid line,
With PPE rules he did not comply.
Cookies and milk were swapped, his ample appetizer,
He gobbled up the mask and drank the sanitizer!
For reckless misdemeanor he was fined.
At that point poor Santa’s short fuse blew,
Pandemic? Global? Covid? What! Says WHO?
I ran present production all year from dusk to dawn,
The ones you truly wish for, not bought on Amazon!
No crazy Covid protocols I knew!
December 7, 2020
They call me a black rose,
braided with stains of sterling;
Riddled with enormous thorns,
to some a bit menacing;
They call me a black rose,
dark and threaded with pain;
Stained with the blood of raindrops,
a short fuse tipped with lightning;
They call me a black rose,
petals laced with shadows;
No one every really sees me;
They just question me, my everything
They call me a black rose,
a poem in a world done reading;
Punk fluorescent glows,
a black light for hidden prose.
He is a poor man
Who makes poor choices
But he has rich taste
And that is his poison
He's not an honest man
He'll lie straight through his teeth
Convincing he will sound
Have you ready to believe
He is a greedy man
Who thinks is it is tough
He has all that he needs
Though nothing is ever enough
He is a lonely man
Who lives in solitude
Pushing everyone away
Due to his bad attitude
He is an angry man
With a very short fuse
He plays mean jokes
Just to feel the amuse
He is an ornery man
Won't take no for an answer
He is persistent as hell
Like a really bad cancer
But his is only a man
Nothing more to his nature
He is as fragile as us
Even when he is angered
He is a withered old man
Stubborn with fight
He struggles these days
Body weak from his life
His a normal man
He is not invisible
His time will come
He is not invincible
Written 2-12-19
Everywhere we see the signs,
Unstable, Fragile, Caution,
So why don't people have such signs,
So folks can take precautions.
Some folks have a real short fuse,
That's sometimes unsuspected,
And when we step on tender toes,
The reaction's unexpected.
Other folks can play and tease,
And make jokes all day long,
But if you do the same to them,
You'll find that you thought wrong.
With this in mind I leave you with,
Some wise and sage advice,
When dealing with most folks my friend,
Some can be un-nice;
'Cause some folks can have a temper,
Be unthinking, unfair often,
So no matter what your dealings,
Please proceed with caution.
Killer jeans ...
sidewalk recombinant retinal lethal
Hazardous faded denim optics
Mahogany bombshell —
moving target drop-dead beautiful
Double helix ...
T-virus (Tantalizing) traffic stop double take
Gazelle graceful mitotic movement
cause pedestrian pause,
magnetic gawk gyroscopic directional
DNA dynamite dynamics ...
(Double-digit Numerical Anomaly)
Short fuse strutting,
sashay fireworks ... body comely
A chromosomal figure eight 10,
estrogen silver bullet sight no-brainer
Steely sizzle vision ,
sultry slow-motion ...
smoking hot chamber
A DNA pristine, walking dream —
The perfect fit
in a faded pair of twin coarse twill
Fatal attraction struck a coroner pose,
when my hazel eyes told her
that she could do whatever she will
Dyed denim genetics,
chromosomal femme fatale optical
Twas crosswalk balk retinal lethal
Bright rainbow aurora halo
yielded a flatline squint,
at the changing of a traffic light
Pedestrian aorta revival ...
it wasn’t pulmonary pulse optional,
at the DNA eye-sighting
of glow retinal drop-dead beautiful
The world's changing so fast
that my forever dreams no longer last.
Time swiftly slipped away:
for only yesterday
I felt life was all play,
while all those moments now lie in the past.
My hair is mostly gone;
old age advances with each breaking dawn.
I can no longer run,
and I've no time for fun;
friends have dwindled to none;
I've learned that I am no king, I'm a pawn.
Cell phones befuddle me,
I find their complex screens too small to see.
And they connect online;
while most would say that's fine,
I can't even use mine.
And what's an alternate reality?
I am yesterday's news,
just a cranky old man with a short fuse.
And I'm telling the truth,
for it doesn't take a sleuth
to see I've spent my youth;
and it's left me with a case of the blues.
Shortsighted ambition
is the wide path of many
Greedily get how much you can,
anyway you can
Snatch it from the poor,
the widow and the orphan
Ungodly ... beastly
Porcupine fingernails
pick the shark teeth
Light the short fuse on your anger ...
when you don’t get what you want,
when you want it quick
Curse the clouds when it rain,
curse the dry ground when the famine came
It never occurred to you
to spiritually play the long game ...
Eternity is what I’m talking about
You spat out righteousness,
whenever that holy word foamed in your mouth
Playing the long game,
some don’t have the patience required to win
Coming up short on the losing end,
it’s always God they choose to blame
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