Apoplectic You Say

Apoplectic you say

Come come

Come along my friend my dear

You scoff and reflexively retract away

And so you say so you say

Your first wish to stay at bay

Fists all bunched tightly

Your smile reversed and teeth clenched

But your anger seems so

Contrived

And so overly

Dramatized

I can see it in you though

You have it in you though

In those wayward eyes

Pretty slate grey-green eyes

Apoplectic with many things

Calculating also

Eyes slant askance

Apoplectic

You say you say!

Against your friend and amie

Your esteemed colleague me

You need to have a rest

Sit down and divest

Some of them heart burned feelings

Your anti and hostile jeering

It begins to make a dent

In my own mental fixings

Apoplectic come come

Makes me so sad I can't help but laugh

You need some healing

Love an' joy

At least some time off

From the grinding teeth clench

And accusatory glancings

Though eyes of slate grey-green

Are not without appeal

Those eyes do say however

I should slowly back away

My friend my amie

And keep at bay

By: Daniel Smallegange, all rights reserved, copyright 2024.

Such a Formal Bow

To what do I owe

Such a formal bow?

From a stranger even

On this dark wet lonely street

Or have we met in times passed?

If we were friends or comrades

I should likely recall

Such pale beauty

So perhaps not this

And you prepared with clenched fist

Belies this thought

Such a formal bow

Impeccable in form

Without introduction

You arrive glistening in moonlit rain

To honour your fallen?

To avenge a loved one?

To earn a payday?

Surely then such a bow would be then considered

Undeserved

Impeccable as it is

Speak up my dear

Why so silent fist all clenched

What is in your pocket then

A pistol?

Or a rose?

By Daniel Smallegange, copyright 2024, all rights reserved.

A Cloud in the Eye to Blur the Impact

A cloud in the eye to blur the impact

Of your beauty would not

Be unappreciated

Although such a thing is

Unrequested it might be not considered

Unhelpful

As your beauty so weaponized can only

Shock and awe

As you blind me

To all other thoughts and hopes

Joys even

Such is the clamouring bright

Of your visage and general outline

Hopes are after all

Precursors to pain and  

Disappointment

And your beauty is after all

Considerable

The blue green of your seeking searching demanding

Eyes

Is impactful to say the least

To say the most you are

Devastating in your conduct approach and appeal

A cloud in my eyes to blur this impact

Might save one such as I

From love or ruin

By: Daniel Smallegange, 2024, all rights reserved.