Best Frenzies Poems
You are an enigma,
only found hidden under leaves.
A colour in the rainbow still unseen.
Fate has formed your mind into a revolving door,
without pressing the buttons,
it remains like dead seeds,
so I became your gardener to help you blossom -
perceiving you will flourish into the rarest rose.
Only you can soothe me from your thorns.
You are a sleeping volcano, sometimes senseless,
irritated by every polish to regain consciousness.
When embers ignite within your enraged eyes,
fragile flames spiral into bitter bonfires -
visible from scorching scars on my soul.
I always wonder
is this the last time I adorn my armour,
as I follow you into your internal inferno,
hoping your fulvous frenzies
are temporary like the last star.
You are a master in your art,
but I'm an alchemist with your secret ingredients,
so I tug your strings in reverse,
but never leave you dangling in a
disorderly drunkard manner,
because you are a unique, untouched gem.
Words are vortex to your heart,
so I summon silence to keep you on the edge,
but before you fall, I'm there to catch you.
You insist it's ebony, when it's ivory,
so I tell you to go left, knowing you will go right
and when you say you cannot write,
I Whisper secrets to the wind,
aware they'll carry to you like a typhoon.
As you vent, your metaphors manifest the
honesty behind the poison in your veins.
Suppressed emotions become poetry.
When you imply, I do not feel
and you are hellbent to hurt,
your wrath leaves me hanging like a punch bag,
yet I never aim back, knowing calmness heals.
I can tell you it's the final spring,
or I've laid down my shield and sword,
but you are unable to halt the slaughter,
until the sour aftertaste becomes pleasant,
so I place sugar cubes, slowly on your tongue.
I was born to take the stones out of your heart.
In this cognitive warfare of intellect and logic,
where you push and I pull,
there is only one winner, no sinner,
as in your quest to prove me wrong,
you succeed and that my love is
reverse psychology.
Tranquil
holidays
Avoiding stress
while pocketbooks are stretched
Desired
Lost are
the reasons
Gifting frenzies
trying to top last year
Engorged
©Debra Squyres
Halloween: Safety First Then Fun!!!
By the Poets Listed After the Poem
Happy day getting candy treats while dressed like spooks and goblins.
Angels, genies, princesses, too, put “loot” in their bags and tins.
Look both ways when you cross the street. Always stay close to your friends.
Lighted homes. Festive decorations. Porches. Pumpkins. Invite!
Oh, be leery of the dark, where ghosts and spooks stay out of site.
Wear bright costumes that reflect at night! Not lose or tight. Just right!
Every child must be aware that some goblins inhabit homes.
Each year we hear of razor blades placed in a child’s candied cones.
Never!!! Ever!!! Eat your treats 'til Mom says, “OK, little gnomes.”
Stay safe! Look around! While you walk, beware of witches and bats.
Always, ghosts and goblins watch. Looking out for sweet treats you drop.
Fear? If they happen to appear parents, quickly call the cops!
Enjoy laughter, hot chocolate, and other treats with your friends.
Take care not to play tricks that could hurt others or cause offense.
Youngsters, polite and respectful, great delight they do dispense.
Fun you will have! Enjoyment too. Be sure that you are careful!
In all situations, “Trick-or-Treaters” beware! Need HELP? Shout!!!
Remember say, “Thank you” for treats when you’re out and about.
Stay clear of Spooky Soupers as they write with their crazy pens.
To write in verse, some witches curse. And drive sanity ‘round bends.
The madness, “Dearie,” is very clear; they strive to make amends.
Hooting owls and wild black cats wildly eat from your mum's pumpkin
Eerily, creaky zombies leave their tombs and walk down your streets.
Night, bubbling soups, you must beware, might be made of your own feet--
Frantic frenzies and fabulous fun begins just before dark.
Under that moonlit chilling night, “Trick- or-Treaters,” find their mark.
Nearby neighbors anticipate. Waiting with treats is a lark!
Contributing Poets in Alphabetical Order: Charmaine Chircop, Carolyn Devonshire , James
Frazer, Rhoda Galgiani, Sean Kelly, Karen O'Leary, Patricia Prescott, Dane SmithJohnsen
Descending eyes piercing the starry nights
Deeper yet, unto hearts of men
Crossing thresholds shattered darkness
Behold, the fallen angels unbeknown to sin
That of weakest appetites malign
As heaven's tears spilling city streets
In futility cleanse what's evil-wise
From beneath, us vagabonds of broken wings
Empty rooms loneliness desperately
Weary hearts for yearning error in love
Far off stares and blank faces, harrow in oasis
And inspirations forgotten, never peering up
Divine light cease upon closing heart
Earthly flesh feeding frenzies
To another piece of faith withdrawn
Humanity continues on and spirituality dies ending
Some pretentious fly toward false sanctuary
Never escaping whispers, persecutions within
Hissings soft, but brimstone in our heads
Countless fallen angels iniquitous deprivation dins
"Criers" define us as the times most desperate
"God, forgive us, please" hollow words that we pray
"The wicked must be punished" God's eternal now and tomorrow
His arms outstretched further still but, where are we today
winter wellspring
greyness dyes white clouds
brittle gales howl ice and pant ~
still meadows shiver
sequoia trees thirst
fog mists bathe redwood giants ~
rose petals gild snow
cold delirium
in frenzies of snowflake squalls ~
silver forests gleam
ice castles glitter
with gems of furious fire ~
fields of frost bouquets
twilight alpenglow
coral shadows dance on hills ~
nordic neon show
wellspring of winter
on white wings of solstice dreams ~
winter streams gurgle
1-26-23
Syllables checked with www.howmany syllables
Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice
In the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Eleanor Rigby
Lyrics by Paul McCartney of Beatle’s fame
A SAD DUCK
her palm pale, a shallow nest for one —
breadcrumbs.
so called old maid, the librarian-dreams —
bluebirds and fancy bows, not in hers.
a square frame-mask; crows look in the window.
the crone-paste fills in the tracks, nothing more.
an echo in her reflection — eternity squared.
she clings to the lonely door —
she’s left in a basket next to the hermitage.
his lips never moved; removed.
cue the sandstorm:
the lyrics in delirium, the callus-rice in the air.
she promised the voice on the phone, she would come,
and here she was —
alone.
an orphan, by ordinance of a puppy basket.
the yelp for something to live for.
fed and wrapped, kissed twice,
on the forehead —
once when she arrived. . .
again when she left.
the whipped cream in the jar —
commercial-bling,
makes her complexion even
— a sad duck.
she perks up
as she hears her name —
“the lonely dame...”
the mania frenzies around her.
all the same,
no one sees her face,
terrified blinks.
Tremolo Torrents – 12-20-23
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tremolo Torrents
Thundering fat raindrops fall,
Driven deluge in wild squalls,
Gossamer drops stream in waves
Quivering mists pour like raves,
Frenzies of clear crystal pearls
Hang from boughs in flawless swirls
Downpours shiver in rain flows
Swallow remnants of rainbows,
Tremolo thunder prepares
Hot ripples through static air
As torrents pelt thirsty ground
Sheer rain staccatos resound
Each drop reflects lightning’s fire,
Pivots wildly with desire,
Tempest’s fury rides the storm
Wind-swept raindrops leap free form.
she is the sun...spraying rays of light like bullets into my body and my brain
locked up tighter than a refugee rider on a south bound suicide train
straight off the tracks
swimming in sulfer, sweat pouring off my back
she slays and slashes burns and bashes
she comes divine but leaves like doom
shooting stars that crack the invincible dome
she's the one
she is a star...like a laser beam in my bad dreams
she screams across the universe
she comes like a blessing and leaves like a curse
she's a meteorite burning up my skies
with x-ray vision and an x-rated mind
she rips the disguise off my face and it falls
luna de loco...all alone
she's the one'
she is the moon...hunting me like a warewolf of wicked desire
i can't escape her fury i can't escape her fire
like metal to a magnet and a moth to a flame
she haunts me and hurts me
she's a predator stalking her prey
she crushes my soul and she knows she won
like tornados twisting tons
she's the one
she is the wind...she comes like a breeze with coolness and ease
she whirls around spinning until i fall to my knees
she picks up speed with terror and unholy dysfunction
she's a dragon of destruction
she rips holes in my heart as i'm spun in fear frenzies
she murders the masses behind rose colored lenses
she slays my senses 1000 miles an hour fast in her spiritual blender
wasted and recycled she sweeps me off to hades where her mad flowers bloom
lost in her love forever, now like a napkin i fold
a million times this tale has been told
she's the one
The cacophony, the clamor
The artificial glamour
The rush to acquire stuff
Fill the emptiness with fluff
Smother silence with yammers
Compressing questions, neglecting answers
Wisdom awaits in secluded woods
In scarlet sunsets, understood
Elicit bliss in solitude
The still in search of self precludes
Repose anonymities permeate
And soothe the restless agitate
From discordance, isolate
Reclusive paths both curve and straight
Frenzies lessens and abates
Turmoil lightens, evaporates
In lush quarantine of thought
Quietude of soul is sought
Equanimity in time alone
Replenishes soil in which dreams are grown
Cars are fast
They run on love
And they eat gas
They will soon be seen from above
When cars fly,
I shall have an air strike on my enemies.
They will die.
No longer frenzies.
I will have an evil laugh
Shoving ice-cream in my face
Holding my victory staff
I may use my golden mace
Humanity at rest because of my awesomeness
Flying cars cure the city's restlessness.
Media frenzies gather pace
Camera's focused on our skies
The slightest move by these crafts
Always takes us by surprise
Nations are asking questions
As to why we face these crafts
Confusion meets their replies
For once they cannot draft
More than a week now has passed
Still they hover through the clouds
Daily life is not the same
Even thoughts are heard out loud
The world awoke one morning
For above these crafts already here
Floating cities in the sky
Perfectly round massive spheres
They must be here for a reason
For the crafts below now descend
Billions of people await transfixed
Is this the beginning of our end
The ship above the Piedras Negras
Now hovers over the Mayan Temple
Silver slide doors open to ajar
The waiting media stand so still
What we call a droid appears in view
It's as if climbing down the steps
Where many have walked to their death
To compensate their godly depth
At the relocated sacrifice alter
A cylinder it appears to leave
It now ascends the steps
What now are we led to believe
Upon the reaching of the cylinder
It opens before it's touched
A scroll is revealed inside
Now in the Governments clutch
The world is now in conference
For the scroll is about to be read
Billions await the news
Religious followers pray in dread
Our year is finally upon you
Many centuries you have had to comply
The warning was in our calender
No more time you have to defy
No sooner had their message been read
They had disappeared from our skies
Their threat, had it all been a warning
Do we humans cheer, or do we despise
The end of the year now approaches
Past events are still in our thoughts
2013 is just around the corner
Is this a lesson, we've just been taught
NASA reports that the shuttle Discovery
Has emerged from the dark side of the moon
Having being hidden from our past events
They are looking to come home real soon
Reports are coming in from Antarctica
The skies turning a deep cobalt blue
Above the Discovery witnesses
Five explosions in sporadic view
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-18.php
Images now received by satellite
Show spaceships similar to here
In Tunguska, deepest Russia
The largest seems to appear
Near the Kingdom of Scourie, Scotland
From the Minch it slowly arose
The third of them showed so silently
Highlanders agape, froze
Governments now in communication
Media frenzies gather flow
It takes something out of the ordinary
For dialogue to openly show
A hush captures our attention
Channel 5, Australia News
Ayers Rock sees the fourth of these crafts
Indigenous carvings on the screens we now view
More reports are gathering strength
In Guatemala, near Piedras Negras
"Black stones" I believe in Spanish
Is it coincidence that this is the last
The night to the dawn takes ages to pass
Every hour we look to our skies
Have we awoken what we have always dreamt of
Below us, our eyes could never espy
Not from the depths of outer space
But from the deep from the planet we live
Lying dormant, awoken by archaeologists
We await as many nations, misgive
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-18.php
Anxiety bursts confusion
distraught entanglements frenzies
grappling hysteria indecisiveness
jitters knockings lows
mania noticeable oppression
panics qualms rigorousness
sufferings torments unhappiness
valuelessness wretchedness xed
yucky zaniness
How usurping, how intact
the problem rising from my lack
the power line cord's react
chewed or lightning hit, blew stack!
Installed in '70's, contract
before the codes became exact
with lightning striking, breaker blew
the meter gauging it snapped too!
My simple trust, I dug into
each method of protective view
was scored to mediate, live through
electric function, trailers do!
My friend stood by, she took me home
into her world, her nurturance prone
I marveled at her constant gate
and so chipped in, to share my fate!
The weeks went by, two and then three
to find the problem, contacts be
would grow to numbers 1, 2, 3
Insurance fix its bodily!
So wired for sound, efficiently
a call American Family
two hundred miles plus, fifty drove
arrived on time, adjustors strove!
Manager of ground, a park, named Jim
Insurance man, they met with him
must move the steps, skirting, a tree
it mounted up incredibly!
The time's abrupt was rain's decree
we needed badly, Midwest corn
just wait, and wait, the part's would need
25' cord, to breaker, worn!
My friend worked days, not aimlessly
a trip to Canada perceived
she planned it out meticulously
I helped with dishes and laundry.
She served the meals, and I as guest
contributing you know at best
bringing in food and little things
to keep the household functioning.
A country home, with such a view
the picture window, each day greet
we prayed together, and shopping
survivals quest kept numbering!
The Classic movies from eighties
Bonanza, Gun Smoke, John Wayne's best
blankets and pictures, her reprieve
was all about the life out West!
I towed the mark contributing
and then it came her time to leave
Alberta, cherished family
Brothers, with new arrivals be!
TO BE CONT'D.
wraiths, figures of mist, four dimensional misfits of
used to be dancing reruns of former frenzies, hung
in timeless movements of spaced out incoherency
like milk spotted eyeglasses still running wetly
such are the thoughts of a freaked out old poet
searching for answers in half empty mixes of potions
divining the swirling twirling juxtaposition of
several liquids creating a picture of wraithlike motions
To be swallowed as quickly as evening twilight allows
Magical mixtures erasing the moments relaxing the driving
Emotional tide causing and pausing the need to decide
Revealing a passenger on for the ride