"acrimonious" poems
He only imbibes because of his dipsomania.
She only practices onanism because she's afraid he'll impregnate her.
He despises her monomania.
She's too affable, almost to the point of being obsequious.
He's too acrimonious and muzzy.
She knows she's a bit of a coquette.
He thinks he's a cuckold.
She used to be flighty until she fell into this convoluted dystopia.
He used to find it scintillating to get sozzled.
She just wants a lark once in a while.
His iniquity makes him want her to be lascivious.
Her every fatuity leads to a cabal.
He's too opaque and insipid.
She has to iterate and reiterate everything she says.
He feels his infatuation is unrequited.
She finds this unproblematic.
He doesn't imbue her with anything anymore.
She thinks he's unpitying of that.
He'll malinger tomorrow.
She'll wonder if it's all adventitious or kismet.
She can't handle his odium.
He can't stand her ten dollar words.
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 7:58 PM UTC
Tenebrous pastel diamond steps,
wielded in a sterile estate.
legates of bequeathed curiosity, boil Olifant eyes in a cake of mesmeric petroleum chances, wry in compound sleep dust.
Abtruse hands in acrimonious cackle, rights of primogeniture, consume reptilian hearts.
Wobbly, rib cages gesture j'accuse
Ownership, Mannhattan.
By the mercy a phosphorescent syntax, enticed by Creation,
exorciso false prophets, irreconsilable versions of Source.
Jun 24, 2010
Jun 24, 2010 at 6:14 PM UTC
"Are you mad at me?"
"I wouldn't say 'mad.'"
I'd say
captious
petulant
furious
acrimonious
irritable
querulous
sour
acerbic
peevish
ornery
livid
vicious.
No, of course I'm not mad at you.
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 7:40 PM UTC
In a sphere of infinite narcissism
Wicked homosapiens tread the horizon
Daunting threats of turbulent tragedy
Dawn upon the hopeless, roaming souls
Sheathing them with treacherous shadows
Of atrociously, covert crucifixion
The elite coquettes hearken
The tumultous sound
Emanating from multiple, acrid massacres
Tainting these notably wounded hearts
Within a satanic plethora
Of acrimonious equivocation
By nightfall a harrowing suicide
By daybreak a dreary mourning
Catastrophe is all that occupies
This infamous wasteland of avarice
By Glenn McCrary
© 2011 (All rights reserved)
Aug 29, 2011
Aug 29, 2011 at 7:15 AM UTC
1
Bark, say, those who probed its meaning deep,
is a complete dog language;
but many others argue against;
say, this idea itself is nonsense.
when you hear the bark of a dog remember, meaning is not the same every time,
either happy or sad is every bark!
some could well be shouts of protest.
breaking the ruminating silence of the young night
in to hundred tiny pieces,
a dog, count him a vanguard, barks,
over and over again, like ***** is possessed.
sounds like a long pending complaint,
to the heartless master,
insistence on not restricting the rights
"Let me be off
from this leash
for a while"
a dog's days are painfully long,
but even meager demands, mercilessly neglected.
that's a dog's life perfect!
the love showered on occasions,
and care taken, excessively at times, come with riders.
2
Now two dogs, with throaty barks,
compete to outbark each other-
(...to settle an acrimonious dispute,
going on for how long,
who knows!)
'kind souls, at your dinner tables,
please intervene,
even dogs deserve their peace'
the bark goes tapering in to the night..
3
A woofing predator- like dog,
with a bark that easily could startle, any heart,
suddenly falls silent,
like all his engines have failed!
what ever has happened, one can't guess!
4
A sleeping dog
(his barks suggest that)
breaks the lull again,
barking harshly at a dream,
that threatens ,(perhaps)
a sudden bark, like a bullet,
catches the opponent unawares and hit.
(the foe, howled aloud,
till the moment falling dead,
one imagines!)
5
The bylanes are now littered
with, many kinds of barks,
mutilated, dissolved,
vanished, floating in the air,
quickly forgotten, as it's harsh;
swiftly passing dark night,
with the help of sweeping winds
collects and packs,
all barks
in to a bag of silence
and walks on quick.
6
Top dogs do not belong to this club,
they are always noted for their
braided silence;
none ever hear their barking sound,
--such a secret, not even a growl!
**they are known for their bites,
each one is different.**
OOO
Mar 9, 2012
Mar 9, 2012 at 11:54 AM UTC
Full of acrimonious but always exquisitely reconcile with love
Anger for addle our love and apologies for rebuilt it back
Smiling face looking together ample for adore each other
Just as others desire for it, I have my love brings jubilant for me..
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 4:34 AM UTC
They say 'when life gives you lemons, make lemonade.'
Had 'they' made lemonade before,
'they' would know just how much sugar is required to do so,
and life rarely throws that at us.
Even if it did, it would be hard to pick up, what with it being dissolved in residual lemon juice and all that.
But that's beside the point.
She stands there being
pummelled
with
lemons.
Not even sour-faced
although the acidity erodes her open wounds.
I ask 'does it not burn?'
She replies 'just tingles like a lemony sun'
and then smiles that crescent silver lining
which tames the acrimonious bite that makes me wince.
Little lemon pip tears drop from my eyes
and she collects them in her palms.
'Just a yellow lemon tree,' she sings in her zestful tone.
She may not be the type to catch, juggle and juice them,
but if she could,
she would be the sugar in her lemonade.
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 5:25 PM UTC
From the Swirl comes the Structure,
In the Structure feeds the Flow
and the Flow maintains the Focus.
So we can deduce
much like the pattern of life,
it begins as Freedom,
like colorful movement
exempt from rule.
While the other extreme,
the skill obtained of Focus & Form,
akin to miraculous mystery
wise sensuality
from royalty born.
Can you see the Procession
in difference yet alike?
Infancy is always Free
from Wisdom comes Sight
the Master of Vision
Magical Majesty
~Immaculate Precision.
~A Rainbow in the Light.
*Deep unto the dreamy wood
Walk We, one Faerie to ‘nother
Swift~ Shift
Slighted plea
what cares of Noumenic Clemency
divide amongst they~
who do not know or care to see
forever to possess perverse tales
to talk away the mystery.
Swift ~ Shift
acrimonious possession
Sudden urgency
Cares Not~
Divide amongst Noumenic Novelty.
Coming birth of Elementals
entrancing ingenuity
foreseen such heavenly conception.
Ironic irreverence of Elements
pure Majesty
Still in Expectance of
blessed Faerie’s redemption
They ~ who do not care
will never know and ought never see.*
This is about Strife.
The way one Group tends always to find flaw with another Group, finding all the differences to hate, ignoring any similarities to love.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC
all hyped up
on a pedestal
(how do I get down?)
forget me baby...
I'm no good.
everyone clamoring, crawling
desperate for my attention
a whiff as I pass by
the breath before the kiss
slow releases of poison
permeating their being
i am essence of delusion
acrimonious bedevilment
rolled over their temples
seeping into their veins
eating away at their cells
like a virus replicating and destroying
inducing mutations with a smirk
no containment
and to which there is no antidote
passing from one victim to the next
nonchalant and ruthless
on the prowl, half sleep
squashing beneath me
egos, hearts, lives.
next?
as I said -
forget me -
there is no love.
Apr 21, 2010
Apr 21, 2010 at 10:25 PM UTC
I want to be under a
Sienna sky - some burnt-umber
Monstrosity, devoid of clouds,
Still and still moving over the
Acrimonious skyline of
Molten orange windows and
Hot dry concrete. I want the
Silent sound of the subway under
My feet, the rattle and shake -
The bass drum beat. I want a
Hundred saggy women and lean men
Shaking their fists at soda cans
To walk by me. Someone I can
Help, someone I understand;
What a terribly needy creature
Is man! How can the planet
Withstand it, this desire for
Windows of fire and walls of burnt umber?
How can it not shatter for want
Of sienna skies?
Sep 15, 2010
Sep 15, 2010 at 1:33 PM UTC
the anger pulses thick,
hot, eager yet sluggish
in my jagged veins which
touch the air at erratic intervals,
spitting crimson beads that
conglomerate then fall
like tears of a sacrifice.
my eyes focus, unfocus
unable to fixate through the red haze
snaking across my vision,
and the barbed thoughts,
picking inside my brain then
bleeding out through trembling lips;
venom and hatred
ripped from my tongue
to form an acrimonious cloud
of vituperation that i assure will
lacerate your vile fragility.
i despise you.
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 1:08 PM UTC
We are the coffee stains on waiting tables
That lie unattended in cafes
Of our own making
We are the imprints
Of a life lived haphazardly
Without any patterns to follow
We are…and are nothing more
Each day I immerse myself
In the torrent of a New York Sidewalk
Knowing that Life and death
Have never been closer
Than at this very moment
Each day I see people
Living lives of quiet desperation
Caged in suits of blue and black
Bought for 250 dollars
At Saks fifth avenue
Without looking at price tags
Because who argues
About the price of a straitjacket
I leave the crowds and walk down further
On a street that seems empty and yet full
There is a tree standing at the corner
Of two numbered avenues that
Are different ,yet the same
In the nightmarish way
That only cities can hope to achieve
It looks anaemic and withdrawn
Gnarled beyond recognition
Unnoticed , except by dogs
And posters for lost dogs
That offer paper rewards
For a live beating heart
It seems to cry, tearlessly
Soundlessly
At each nail that tears through its skin
Trying to find its pulse point
And silence it for good
There are brownstones lining
The street that I turn into
Brick mansions that should
In their ridges hold
Stories of wealth and joy
That surely follow
All green paper trails
But instead, house
(Like exotic museum specimens )
Cheating fathers and acrimonious mothers
Drugged out sons and prostitutional daughters
All by products of a generation that measures
***** into its morning cornflakes
And keeps itself alive
On a steady diet of Adderall
I come to the end of the street
And watch as the sun sinks down
Over a dead end world
Wondering if the night will hide
Or reveal all that lies hidden
Wondering if remembering
Buries or resurrects …
Or whether we are all graves
Postmarked optimistically “To Heaven “
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 2:08 AM UTC
We received waves through our minds, a connection we didn’t understand.
Agreement
Agreement.
Still we equal two mysteries to each other
The *********** of our minds leaves our bodies with warmth
that others seek in the physical world
Confused qualities clean the relationship
they accredit us as perfect
this fine
perfect view leaves me addled.
His body leaves me lonely
Hopeless
Acrimonious
My heart is left in a warm flood I don’t want to move.
Oct 12, 2011
Oct 12, 2011 at 1:21 PM UTC
"TRUTH"
Truth is acrimonious while deceit is honey
as getting p***y. But a sage cherished reality.
And fool falls by his folly. Foolery kills the scuffer
but prudence makes a wise discovery.
#c9_fm
Mar 4, 2021
Mar 4, 2021 at 4:48 PM UTC
what death screeching and incomparable will possess our feral skies bursting fissured eyes in stygian oceans of sound
what hell pharaonic and incestuous will enwomb us pyrophorically screeching into the crepuscular welkin
plutus' now plutonian name is laid out before us in the amaranthine caverns of a conflagrant mind
a resignation to wallow in the acrimonious sea of the harsh torrent of life perpetually thrashing in retrogression through the stinging rain
as shadows splatter in atramentous mirth gaily dancing in the shimmering waters of a decrepit planet poisoning itself
an oasis of debauchery grotesque agony crying through its darkened halls that screams out for liberty
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 11:40 PM UTC
It's hard not to get angry
At the cricket in the closet
During repeated ratatats
Of the rain on the roof.
Relying on the radiator
Ramboing the reluctance
Resident in the rafters.
Warm winter wishes
For a will of the wisp winter
Waken to wisdom
Rather than rash reminiscence
And rootless resentment.
Bountiful blankets build
A buffer and bulwark
Against my acrimonious
Admonitions assailing
The ghastly gods of nature,
That get together and muster
A team of terrifying titans
That have twisted spring
Into a frozen thing
To, like last year, once again
Punish the thin-skinned.
I won’t leave my toes out,
My piggy toes or my snout
Where a breeze can tease
Or threaten to freeze
From nails to knees.
Oh, please. This one night
Do it right, heed my plight;
Some unspoken vow to keep,
To let a chilly soul sleep
Else I shall weep
In a winter this deep.
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 6:05 AM UTC
'vitriolic
acrimonious,
rancorous
acrid,
trenchant,
virulent,
poetry in my mind
verse,
limerick,
rhyme,
utterance,
voicing,
pronouncement,
declaration,
articulation,
verbalization,
statement,
proclamation,
assertion,
announcement.
pointless.
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 2:55 AM UTC
I’ve tasted blood and pain, received scars and bruises, cuts and stabs.
I’ve wasted tears for years felt the knife pierce my back from all the wrong peers.
I’ve wallowed in pity and self-sorrow, looked up at the stars and dreaded my tomorrow.
I’ve seen loved ones maimed by the hand of abuse, hanged by the noose of sadism,
***** by the constraint of religion, killed by the gun of fear.
I’m in a constant acrimonious battle with my mind’s eye to let the past fade,
Let the horrors haze, but they only get stronger leaving a bitter after-taste.
Despite the pressure building inside me, you are the light that set me free,
You are the star that guide me.
You keep my mind looking towards the future and when I look back tear filled eyes as the demons creep back from underneath it is you with the softest touch turning my head by the cheek and with the gentlest of the gentlest kisses it is you who unite me.
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 12:35 AM UTC
Resentful.
Abhor.
Yes.
I am enraged.
Acrimonious.
Indiscreet people.....
Strategically place your wonderful lips upon my posterior.
Kiss it repeatedly.
*****
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 7:17 PM UTC
awesome apothecary addressed as Agamemnon
alleviates anxiety, and alimentary aggravation
anodyne appeasement arrests ailment
amphetamines acquaintanceship assuages
agonizing aches also advocates amorousness
assiduously activating admiration
aggressive attacks assault air afoul
affable affinity affects adumbration
anatomical accidental addiction attested as academic,
although afterward abnegation absolutely arduous,
affianced attired apparently as an anomaly
Ares and Abyssinian Astarte admixture
acquiescence affliction affected adroitly,
and abruptly abends accessible
altruistic alms axed
albeit admonishing, alluding,
and attributing authored
autonomous anonymous adroit arriviste agents
accompanying as accomplished accomplices
accredited ace advertisers
applaud ascendent assaults amidst agonizing appeals
acting all acrimoniously apropos
avowedly ardently, and antagonistically, agitating
appositely advocating ancillary assistance
addict adrift afloat anchors away
assails along, among, and an alias archenemy -
adorned abominable assassin alters ambition
adroitly, aggressively, absolutely
addict announces asseveration
against avid admonishment
alarmingly annulling authentic affiliation
anew anonymous ability acclaims alignment
aegis actually adversarial abetting attrition appetite
acceleration ascendent after aplenty anesthetization
additionally activating arced analogous arrow
advancing added abdominal and arterial agony
abject ambivalence arrests accomplishments attainable
any artistic avocation absconded
asper auditorial approbation, animadversion
artificial aggrandizement abrogates astuteness
appropriate adjudication affronted
alternative afforded amnesty about acing audioslave
as aerosmith ambition assumes arriviste affectation
already appalling alacrity awakens amendment
although Awol administration adamant
acrimonious affront agonizingly attributable
announces another afterworld
apparent ailing apparition
ardent allegiance asking anyone appreciable affix
apathy abounds attending apriorism allotment.
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 6:46 PM UTC