They call me crazy
but don’t understand my dialect;
Ferocious questions
with unattainable answers;
Focusing on themselves
they never stopped to simply listen.
Berserk folly .
The day my life went berserk
the day I believed I hated the world
March 13th, 2020
I remember that date almost like a birthday
my spring came to a crashing halt
my dreams for those next few months were destroyed
COVID-19 is like the world's lightbulb shut off.
Leaving the world to shield themselves, abandoned
till we understood it's not if, it's when
when will our lives be turned upside down
when will school be canceled
when will everything aside from the ability to stay apart
will leave.
And the effects are still here
they are here to stay.
For however long it takes.
The subtle scent of lilacs rides the breeze.
Cascading flowers brighten in sun’s sheen.
On crisp cool nights there rarely is a freeze.
And autumn leaves seem always to be green.
As moonlight changes daylight’s atmosphere,
Big cats and fox roam through the forest fair.
The starlight sparkles bright when nights are clear,
While families inside say night-time prayers –
When daybreak falls, the children go to school.
The bus ride quickly drives through rural routes.
Adults, then, go to work; some people rule!
The pecking orders known since kids were sprouts.
If freedoms remain free, it’s no guesswork.
Small towns down south will never go berserk.
12/30/2016
Written for Silent One’s Contest: A Sonnet About Where You Live.
This poem is about Live Oak, Florida, U.S.A.
Berserk woman
Clad in worn out garments
When she hopped on
A road-side tea-stall
She was certainly not
Sashaying on the ramp
With bare legs and navel
She was not among cast and crew
Of a shooting event either.
As a child gravitates
Towards a sweet-meat shop
Finding his father already there,
This young woman
Seemingly berserk
Slightly better than a beggar
Was allured up to here
‘I won’t take tea, I want something edible’
Finding the ogling seller at her
She insisted.
‘Who’ll give you bread, the most I can give
Is a cup of tea’ was his crusty reply.
‘He’ll give … has done something yesterday evening’
A curt smile played on her lips
While pointing out a man
Engrossed in gossip at the shop
‘Come with a plate of rice
If you want more such sessions’
With a loaf in her hand
She gave a jaunty toss
To her otherwise nestled hair
The demented lady
Has learned
The business of being alive
And has kept her unblemished heart intact,
As the man couldn’t raise his head
To watch the woman go
A funny thing happened on my way to work
Realized I'm retired and I started to smirk
Hear me yell
I'm happy as hell
Fellow commuters must think I've gone berserk
Zerk was a lurking berserk
who lived in the murky-murk of the cirque
by the smirking Turk
Zerk was irking a-jerkin’ and a draught of perkin
Zerk was a-joying his shirker’s approach towards work
Zerk was a-starking, a-barking, and a-marking the world with his dirk
Zerk was a-perking for a-harking about bo-razzle and bo-really fools
Zerk was a-quirking, an abundance of uncorking bottles, un-forking sustenance,
and un-storking women
Zerk was not a follower of any kirk
Zerk was a-hoping to clerk for an irksome and biased hipster jerk
Zerk was always a-hanging out with his friends Breschel, and Lurch
Zerk contributed his artwork to the world,
Zerk was by no means a berk, instead he was quite the intellectual quirk
Zerk was always a-yerking out at the berks with his political and philosophical propaganda
Zerk was always a-chirking up Lurch with his meditative-mindset
(This is a fictional poem)
I stood in a long line at Wal-mart to get a Playstation 3.
But they sold out and something snapped in me.
I started smashing everything around.
I darn nearly brought the entire store down.
I broke all of their cups and I smashed every dish.
Then I took a bat and smashed the tanks with the fish.
Going berserk wasn't a good decision that I chose.
A salesclerk told me to stop and I shoved a goldfish up his nose.
I smashed all of their DVD players and every TV.
The cops were on their way to arrest me.
When the police arrived, they knocked me to the floor.
They beat me with their sticks and I sure am sore.
Now I'll be in jail for five years.
If I hadn't gone crazy, I wouldn't be here.
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