Taming Poems

Taming the Alcoholic

When cage is cask,
And whip is knife,
Blood's to flask,
As wrist's to life. 

For every sip,
There's but cage and whip.
Tis better to skip,
And equip your grip.

Taming of the Raw

Most everyone falls in love with raw and beautiful
whether it be a raspy woman or haunted forest.
We free fall because they're untamed and indifferent.
Bathed in shades of Vincent Green or Pablo blue.

The sable nature of a man is to tame wild things
the very things that made them unique and free.
We are greedy-want it all for

Taming Wild Waves

Spectacular serene sapphire sky stoops
Low to tame tumultuous foamy wild waves !

Taming the Nightmare

April Brooks was four years old, prattling a blue streak, like comets;
Or backwards walking time, seizing swiftly, days of golden promise.

April lived with parents and older sister, in the sunshine of a valley;
And petals wore dew pearls and fragrance, all along the green alley.

April and sister, Dawn, loved horses, though still too young to ride;
But,

Taming the tempest

Sitting alone, iPad in hand,
to pen a poem on demand,
attempting to translate bliss beats,
the rapture refrain that repeats,
feeling within joy germinate,
we write because we cannot wait,
for once symbols in rhythm are belled,
with our creative tempests quelled,
what’s imbibed in form is ingrained
by both head and heart, entertained,
by merging feeling with thinking,
as pure awareness unblinking,
even though none

Taming the Fire

Taming the fire 
By Michelle Morris 
27/09/2020 

When your world is on fire and
they're watching it burn, 
enjoying the flames and 
your torture internal... 

Remember that it will pass, 
as all things do,
and when the flames go out,
you'll be as good as new... 

A phoenix risen, 
powerful and mighty;
no one can touch you,
you're above it

The Deer Taming Gnome

The deer tamer came in the shape of a gnome.
He lived in a house in the valley of Rome.
Not the Italy Rome, but the whimsical valley.
Where he raised deer up right, along with his wife, bright Sally.

Taming the Trauma

TAMING THE TRAUMA

a leitmotif
 forever
a delicate moment
 buffeted &vulnerable
 a microcosm
of sentiment
 unsubtle
 reinforced

complications
of the
 romantic relationship
  which
elicits an
emotional
  response

  broken fragments
devastation
 suspended
&
carefully
 reassembled
in shadows
 on the wall

precariousness
a crucial
 component
  feels
resonant
 again

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.

King of the Jungle

King of the Jungle 

Queuing with my homies
Houdinis every one.
No sharpened  tongues, but scissors,
To calm the shaggy throng 

Not all blokes in this queue,
Despite lockdown's grooming blooper,
As I stand here and review,
Will contest my Bradley Cooper

Alas, Delilah wins. 
It's time to shave my greying locks
Hirsute-less head, Yul Brynner,
Now the look my ego rocks

Now a simple

Taming Tigers

Someday I'll get this sonnet writing right.
Sure, I can count ten syllables and rhyme,
then set my flock of metaphors to flight
and spin ten-dollar words from time to time.
My tiger-words I train with chair in hand
and meter's whip. Good syntax I require,
true spelling, decent rhythm - I demand
they jump iambically through hoops of fire.
I seek out

Taming Teenybopper's Twigs

eerie odds itched
fumbling frails flipped
saucy syllables puked
nosing nocturnal nude
lanky lust birthed
heaving haughty pandemic

ordeals awed strife
taunting tuning thrives
wielding whooshing wiles

dark dribbles dripped
tracing bruised tips
laced wit's lips

trained technology thrilled
taming teenybopper's twigs.
    '20:05:09:19:21

Note: Of trained technology.

Mighty Beast the Buffalo

might we tame the bison
his strength shall
pull our carts
and carry our grains
that we might then show
these people who
great we are that they
have been lame
in there ability to
even have this breed
fenced.


yet these mens shall learn
that wild
is wild
and what is tamible can be tamed
but what refuses to be tamed
will not be tamed.

they tried and tried
and these types
were

Taming Tyranny

She watched, in horror
As the man hit the nail
The hammer was an enemy
The best she could tell

She observed a child
Emulate his father
With a tiny thwack
He hit another man's daughter

She heard the familiar sound
Of bang, bang, bang, as she began to run
Faster, Faster, til it blast her
Into a different place of...fun

She didn't have to create
Or invent

Taming

My scars look like stripes
I am almost a tiger
Her fingers caress my furs
Like brushes on unfinished paintings
And she laughs like a whip

Husbands Are For Taming

Husband

Thoughtful, Kind

Sharing, caring, loving

Committed, Solid, Unsure, Wavering

Wandering, Preening, Seeking

Lost, Confused

Wolf

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