Best Addled Poems
Submitted for contest: INSIDE MY HEAD - for "OLD" poets only - ;
September 14, 2015 Haibun---Old Minds
confusion, dream, how i feel, memory, nostalgia,
MY MIND IS ADDLED
My senior mind is game to rhyme
And to find those lost thoughts of mine
It tries to give a recount to all times forgot
My mind sparks faint all incoming thought
They are misread from all forethought templates
And experiences up to this point fails to find its mate
I try so hard to regain how I first thought as a child
And how I could dream then and make that thought wild
I had many trials and tribulations that were waylaid
If not learnt early enough they were tirelessly displayed
My thought reruns are taken from down a too long memory lane
And my mind thinks on too far back to awake my tiered brain
But unlike today when my mind is clear and comes awake
To speak again to those in ear shot for old time sake!
My old tongue gets tied
My old mind addled
When led to rethink
Restlessness, impulsiveness,
loquaciousness, compulsiveness,
distracted inattentiveness
and tangent railway tracks.
Complexities, anxieties
and dopamine deficiencies.
Instant gratification please,
relief for my synapse.
Procrastination, wired sensation,
biochemical frustration,
forget to take my medication.
Frontal lobe relapse.
Rapid heartbeat, fidgety feet,
hypervigilant, unable to sleep,
central nervous system freak.
Neurological cracks.
(to be read out loud)
I'll eat the nibble naggle nooky nickel
nipple nappy mum mum mum
I'll chew your gooble gobble giggle gaggle
gimpy grampa's gum gum gum.
I'll call the wimpy wappy wiggle waggle
wacky wobble wum wum wum
I'll drink the wiggin' wimple whoopy whacker
wookie worker's rum rum rum.
Woo wow wee wah
Geegaw mee mah
Hee haw hoo har hey hey hey.
Mao moo mud muck
Wigwam poobah
Mad mook mick mack yay yay yay.
I'll have a murky muddle maple maggot
monkey marbles chum chum chum
I raised a ticky tacky tinky tonka
tailor's tiny thumb thumb thumb.
I'm really punky pickled pooka puckers
pitter patter dumb dumb dumb
I hear my diggle daggle doggy dingle
diddle daddled hum hum hum.
time don't deny, the world awry,
in sadness struggles on,
the addled brains, accursed. remains,
till no one knows the why.
Don
Numpty Dumpty sat on a wall, his brain, addled.
Not thinking, he turned and had a fall,
in the King's castle courtyard he puddled.
All the Kings men on horses saddled,
got off their steeds and in Humpty dabbled.
One took his coat, well it was silver,
the rest took his bits, thinking themselves clever
in trying to put Humpty back together.
Of course, they failed, but never say never,
they melted him down, now he's gone forever.
More than one way of putting things back together.
Hot chocolate for tea break and a rhyme to remember.
6/26/18
The mystery of Humpty Dumpty Poetry Contest - Sponsored by Faraz Ajmal
This that addles the brain
is not of opium or some such stuff
It has a special recipe :
Stardust and cuckoo eggs
slowcooked in the bile that rose in Cain
flavored with Phoenician almonds
chilled in the eyes of the subSaharan mom
holding close her starving child in vain
So that one grazing lazily
undismayed by slaughter to right and left
dreams of chewing the cud at end of day
When the prattle of pompous priests is done
and once again
one readies eagerly for futile dreams
in unending rain
Sweet pain within the soul to be around peeps assorted…
Seems would never be filled with the heart unloved…
It makes no odds if I heed you with some desire…
Making a point I turn up to be a dark outsider…
Unalike way you would understand the untold tale…
I certitude your heart not to be cold as “storm hail”…
In fits and starts you go ahead like you care…
No matter if your love for me is sham or sincere…
By - Gautam
Dated on – 11th Oct 2015
Window dressings pasted tightly
moisture frames their presence
barely lit by cigarettes passing
outside in while I sit watching
the random dance of minions
scattered strains of sound
music plays somewhere, I can’t....
...my head longs for sleep now,
childlike, fevered presence roars
cool hands wipe away fear
alone with myself only lonely
I don’t feel well...scattered
causal thoughts shrug across
my addled brain. I am always alone.
the dreaded blank page
silent voice listening
pensive quill awaits
A is for gasoline and matches
B is for Las Cruces, Lincoln County and Natchez
C is for zebras wearing stripes
D is for frozen broken pipes
E is girls with long eyelashes
F is lightning when it flashes
G is for toy boats that float in rain
H is an old man, without his cane
I is for apricots and spiced yams
J is for white wine, garlic and clams
K is for consciousness and free will
L is predestination, flavored with dill
M is for the back or was it the front
N is a hound that refuses to hunt
O is for lazybones and slackers
P is for catfish and stale crackers
Q is for lion - king of the jungle
R is for antibiotics and antifungal
S is the feeling you get when you're sick
T is for candles burned to the wick
U is for dreams caught in snatches
V if for blue jeans and sewed on patches
W is a fellow who is soft in the head
X says it's time he goes to bed
Y is to ask why he can't spell
Z is to answer he rhymes pretty well
Listening to you
oh what a to-do
it looks like
you've come unglued
or going bananas
your psyche's addled the mind muddled
brain's fogged boggled or befuddled
is something missing
a marble or two
perhaps a loose screw
maybe more than a few
and making a run
or bolt for it
will never do
it's not too late
to join the inmates
for as well you know
you will still be there
wherever you go