Best Crazier Poems
As I sit by the window and look out towards the sun,
A half of me says stay, while the other half says run.
I know it's part of life, to grow older with each day,
but the older that I get, the more I want to run away.
All the stress and hard decisions that I'm left to ponder,
only makes me crazier, as now I'm left to wander.
Like a never ending clock, the days and nights will pass,
so I'll hold on to my memories, for only they will last.
And I can use them anytime, to make me laugh or smile,
or just to sort of drift away, and daydream for a while.
Although life seems so hard, I thank the Lord each night,
for blessing me with all the things He's put here in my life.
So as I grow in my time of youth, I tell myself one thing,
Never regret ,or you'll lose out, on the things that life may bring.
Categories:
crazier, childhood, me, life, me,
Form:
Free verse
My crazy dream is to begin again
back when I ran breathless in fields of green,
enchanted and well past the age of ten,
yet back when my slate of life was still quite clean.
Back when I ran breathless in fields of green,
a woman child, and not so innocent,
yet back when my life’s slate was still quite clean,
crazier I’d be, never hesitant!
A woman child, and not so innocent,
sweeter than fiction I’d make each romance.
Crazier I’d be, never hesitant.
I’d jump then fall, and always I would dance.
Sweeter than fiction I’d make each romance.
My Superman I‘d know this time around!
I’d jump then fall, and always I would dance.
Much smarter now, I’d still be safe and sound.
My superman I’d know this time around.
At men more treacherous I now would scoff.
Much smarter now, I would be safe and sound,
and every woe - I’d simply shake it off!
At men more treacherous I now would scoff.
The lucky one, I’d see life through new eyes,
And every woe - I’d simply shake it off.
Inside my wildest dreams, I could be wise.
The lucky one, I’d see life through new eyes.
Everything has changed. I want to be
inside my wildest dreams! I could be wise -
yet back when starlight still shone bright for me!
Everything has changed. I want to be
enchanted and well past the age of ten,
yet back when starlight still shone bright for me.
My crazy dream is to begin again!
Written May 30, 2016 for the Musical Pantoum Contest of Silent One
At least one Taylor Swift song title used per line and verse (each line is repeated)
L1 V1 and L4 V8: Begin Again
L2 V1 and L1 V2: Breathless
L3 V1 and L2 V8: Enchanted
L4 V1 and L3 V2: Clean
L2 V2 and L1 V3: Innocent
L4 V2 and L3 V3: Crazier
L2 V3 and L1 V4: Sweeter than Fiction
L4 V3 and L3 V4: Jump Then Fall
L2 V4 and L1 V5: Superman
L4 V4 and L3 V5: Safe and Sound
L2 V5 and L1 V6: Treacherous
L4 V5 and L3 V6: Shake It Off
L2 V6 and L1 V7: The Lucky One
L4 V6 and L3 V7: Wildest Dreams
L2 V7 and L1 V8: Everything Has Changed
L4 V7 and L3 V8: Starlight
Categories:
crazier, dream, romance, youth,
Form:
Pantoum
Some people like to say that I am crazy
to think our sovereignty we’ll one day lose;
to think all countries under one umbrella
would ever be discussed or make the news!
But if you pay attention, you can hear
world leaders saying things I find absurd.
They’re going to “build back better” everything.
A notion crazier I’ve never heard.
They can’t build better governments or cities.
There’s nothing they’ve done better yet at all!
The progress made in health or crime prevention
is getting worse - their progress is so small.
This New World Order’s nothing but a joke -
a joke on all the world, and those now free
will realize how much they’ve lost at last
once all have bowed down to technology.
If patriots can't win, our freedom’s GONE.
The puppet masters do not care one bit
for you and me. The evil filthy rich
desire a world with most of us not IN it.
I’m teased for things that some folks disbelieve -
like Revelations or Illuminati,
but there are wicked beasts behind the curtain,
and New World Order’s OZ won’t be so pretty.
The banks sit high atop the pyramid.
We’re underlings that world elitists hate.
Folks hypnotized by lies of media
are unbelievers I cannot debate.
The proof of what I say is all around
in statues, number six and signs they give
to one another, and right out in open!
One day with chips inside us we will live.
The beast’s own mark is coming. This I know.
To live, we’ll need it on our head or hand.
How easily they’ve got to us already.
God help us! New World Order won’t be grand.
April 20, 2022
For Robert James Liguori's New World Order Poetry Contest
Categories:
crazier, future,
Form:
Rhyme
Sometimes when sleep is beyond your reach it feels like time it's self has slipped a gear A dimly lit room after midnight can cause the mind to reel from one dimension to another The past and the future appear and disappear like firer flies from a long ago summer When parents still had time and energy enough to play with their children And make home made ice cream on the back porch The mind flutters in the darkness and you remember Alice the girl next door in Elmira N.Y. Who made snow horses every winter instead of snowmen I hope she rode away and found a place where she didn't have to worry about confession And the child abuse of hell fire lectures where no more The mind begins to race now and some pretty lousy memories flash by And then the good ones mix with the bad again The longer you go without sleep the crazier your thoughts become Until one familiar face melts into another one And the names of teachers dip off into oblivion with fragments of the war I loved you then someone says from yesterday You answer I loved you to And I still do Fade to black and sleep has finally come
Categories:
crazier, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
He chose a face
that only his mad mother
would love.
He painted a tragedy
upon a crooked grin.
His mask was designed
to mug any real mirth.
His career-path
a honking mockery.
A blundering funster
who picked-up
a badgering prod,
that made it caper, and ha-de-ha
inside distorting mirrors.
When audiences thinned,
he became the dark intermission,
a curtain drawn
over a cloaked smirk.
Now we see him
swaying on street corners,
occasionally cackling,
much crazier now
then his sorrowing mom.
Categories:
crazier, poetry,
Form:
Blank verse
On a cold, dark, winter day at the end of November
I checked into a mental hospital, for what? I can't remember.
I must mention that the people there were crazier than I
So, at first, I could not help but be a little bit shy.
First, I met a depressed woman who was receiving ECT
I shouldn't have been surprised the next day when she couldn't remember me.
Then, I met a girl who claimed she heard the voice of God
The fact that she was deaf made this claim somewhat odd.
Nurses said a woman was doing the “Haldol Shuffle*” because of her meds
Meds can make you dance? I wondered, that’s not what those ads said.
I met a lady who I heard others saying was a bit impulsive
When she introduced himself eight times I saw she was really obsessive-compulsive,
There was a woman being rude with multiple personalities present
She obviously outnumbered me so off to my room I went.
There I met my neighbour who spoke to a person of her creation
I would've said hi, but thought it rude to interrupt their conversation.
Another girl came into the hospital shortly after I arrived
She was a attacked by a wild animal she thought she saw, but thankfully revived.
After awhile of this I began to wonder why am I even here?
I think I'll leave. I’m not near as crazy, that much is clear.
I spoke with the doctor and he agreed that I was perfectly sane
I didn’t need to be there at all, nothing was wrong with my brain.
Yes, these things might seem strange, but they are definitely true
You can even ask the unicorn next to me who was there too!! (NOT)
Categories:
crazier, fun, funny, how i
Form:
Rhyme
Heart blushes
Full of threat
As the blood swims on the inner
Carries danger on its hosts
Infections amidst
Cells stopped dancing
As the virus replicate
Immunity shut down
Nerves get crazier
The brain sings a lonely tune
As the body waved goodbye
Never imagined that one pleasure
Will bring an unwanted harm
The system has surrendered
Death applauded for its wait
The physique is now gray
Eyes closed as the viral paved way
Categories:
crazier, caregiving, health, truth, uplifting,
Form:
Free verse
I wrote this on the Salt Lake Express, enjoy.
Salt Lake Expression
I just got my phone and im travelling home
I havent been rappin since the age of de la soul
But i happen to imagine the things i dont know
Its all about where you are, however you go
My jedi mind is tricked out,
opposite of KISS- i lick it down,
i am about to be around,
instantly syncing experience into the sound, so listen now...
Whatever I sample,
its all too hot to handle,
i dissipate stress within damsels,
what's jack and a candlestick without a candle?
I describe inside my mind simply when i ramble
The rise and fall is epic like that of the Berlin wall,
hungry cows just in for the green, im herding you all,
transmitting transitions went from winter to fall,
this tale you're listening to is legitimate, it isn't tall.
Im like Rafiki just seeking to speak with the king,
i ford rivers to Mordor to find the Lord of the Ring,
this isn't a hobbit talking but when i walk i sing,
playing the harp with heart strings,
hark the lion king
versus shot in the dark, bark, then endangering,
i dine with fine eats at a Chinese restaurant called Ming's,
before the crack im born to rap, let the liberty bell ring.
Crazier than Nicolas cage,
i face the machine with rage,
i speak on street corners, concrete is my stage,
I'm going to flee to Indonesia seeking to speak with a sage
Gourmet food for thought is about to blast off,
get on this hip hop or listen to Slim and kick rocks in flip flops,
this is not a shot in the dark or a walk in the park,
im a man ready on his mark to rock steady like Bob
and drop heavy as wonder bred never forget that's who brought...
...This to you, get in-tuned
it's not on your radio so plug in your ipod,
im not a rhyme god, but I've got my lines off
like Joseph is how my coat is, mad colors,
i think the big government is actually a bad brother,
im blessed since I have my mother,
and we all are cause we have each other.
Categories:
crazier, feelings, film, hip hop,
Form:
Lyric
To say the world is an odd place'
is to say it may or may not rain tomorrow
There is the dilemma,
for nothing about the world
between birth and death is understandable
As an example
A young man walked into a store
where I was waiting to check out
hanging from both his ears were massive
ear rings,
the kind wore to only get attention
and attention he got, from me and
a couple of others
the guy behind me said "those have to hurt"
I just nodded
the young man must have heard us
so he spoke with a proud voice " pretty cool ear rings
don't you think"
and I replied as dry as I could " I don't know
if you really wanted to be cool
you would have worn eagle claw fish-hooks
with live worms hanging from them"
"Wow" was his reply..impressed by how out there
that would have been
My thought was how crazy is it that me
a normal guy could be crazier than the guy
wanting to be crazy
then I said " maybe you should go fishing more often"
with that I wanted to tell him there is a fine line between fishing
and sitting on the bank holding on to a piece of string
I afraid this guy is going to go through life
holding on to a piece of string,
never to catch a fish, it's more important to get attention
than to actually catch something
What an upside down world we live in
2/27/17 contest Upside Down World
Categories:
crazier, identity,
Form:
Free verse
comical movie
had me laughing in stitches
crazy versus crazier
kookie zany men
driving across the country
short on common sense
a bag of money
returning to the owner
brings total chaos
Categories:
crazier, adventure, funny,
Form:
Senryu
He pulls his hat down tight
With a loco look in his eyes
'Like he's crazier than that bull
He's drawn tonight
He's got a suicide grip
On a one ton bucking machine
But He wouldn't trade places with anyone
He's living his dream
He's got his game face on
He's in the Cowboy Zone!
All the buckles and money
On earth wouldn't be enough
He's addicted to the ride
Of doing just what he loves
When the gate flies open
His world starts spinning around
But he's gonna stay locked in
'Til the buzzer sounds
Tonight he can't be thrown
He's in the Cowboy Zone!
It's a wild...Hair raising
Deep breath taking....
Rodeo state of mind
It's knowing He was born
For the eight second storm
He lives to ride!
He gets rocked to the bone
But finds the strength
To keep hanging on........
In The Cowboy Zone!!
Protected by copyright
Collab with Derryl Perry
Categories:
crazier, addiction, anxiety, business, confidence,
Form:
Lyric
"SOME FOOLS HAVE ALL THE LUCK"
a year ago, I met a lost but
willing to live adolescent.
problems in school, problems
with siblings, problems with
her mother and a never-ending
self-analysis through the day to day
verbal and physical
abuse at the mouth and hands
of her children’s father. the
opportunities to end it all
have been passed up like
yesterday’s whores. I’ve
talked with her, reasoned
with her, given her every bit
of comparison and analogy to
convince her that she must
end this destructive life-
style or she will be killed.
a pattern to excuse it, her
choice to live inside her
perverted view of love has
continued to take a toll on
her self-worth and physical
shape. I remember a time and
more times after that where I
was accused of such things
and the pigs were called.
into jail I went and it’s
gotten crazier ever since.
I’ve come to love this girl
as if she was my own, telling
her I’d go nowhere even if
her mother and I stopped what
we’ve been fighting over for
a year. however unlikely
keeping me around will be,
the offer has been planted.
the other night her mother
and I went back to her house
and saw two out of shape
fingers, a black eye, hair
out of place, broken
furniture, make-up urinated
on and a wound dripping with
blood. she had gotten her
reality of love once again.
it was her chance to end it
all. “when the police come
are you going to talk to
them?” I asked. “no,” she
said. her mother and I tried
to convince her of the
opportunity but it proved
worthless. I walked
downstairs, ready to go. what
point was there? she’d stay
and set herself up to do it
all over again and again. I
think back to my days, the
days of accusation without
proof only to end up doing
time. now at 33, I sit
separated from my children
while my ex-whores laugh.
there her boy sits free,
laughing while she hates
herself. this is the America
we live in. America, land of
the free but I have to
question the home of the
brave.
By: Chicano Eddie
09212017
Categories:
crazier, abuse, age, anger, anti
Form:
Free verse
There've been times in my life
where I've just had to say,
"I must, give it all up,
for, it's that kind of day"!
I must, really say this
I really, just must;
if I didn't say it,
then, it wouldn't be, "just".
There's this crazy, old man
we'll just call him, "Doc";
who fills up blank pages
with, "poetical talk".
He's scribbled, and scrabbled
'til way, past bed-time,
trying to finish each poem
and, complete every rhyme.
If he hadn't done this
he'd surely gone, "mad",
his nonsensical nature
was, all that he had!
No hidden agenda
when first, he wrote down,
each poem of nonsense
to erase a childs' frown.
And, Doc always did this
manipulate, "clues"...
..so that , all of his poems
were merely geared, to amuse.
He loved to let nonsense
be the order of the day,
and, with every poem
we all smiled, the same way.
His only intention
was to set our minds, "free",
his style, just did it
so, poetically.
With his own tongue, in cheek
we knew we'd been had,
and his poems rhymed perfectly
proving he was no, "fad"!
The volumes of topics
that Doc's written of,
included all that could be
written.....below, and above.
He's written of magic,
puzzles, and games...
..with, strange little creatures,
with, strange little, "names".
The, crazier his story,
the saner he'd feel,
and, the more that we heard
convinced us they were, "real"!
His poems, were genius
as he weaved us, a tale;
with, nonsensical rhymes
that did so, without..."fail".
"Old Doc", has quit writing
he's up in heaven,
this year, his birthday'd ...
make him, a hundred, and seven!
He's given advice,
taught what we must do,
he said, "Be who you are...
..no-one's youer, than....you!"
He's maybe still writing
in, heaven....you see,
that'd be just like him
as, that's who he must, be!
That, silly old doctor...
..as silly, as a goose;
we all loved his poems,
for, we loved Dr. Seuss!
Categories:
crazier, childhood, family, children, funny,
Form:
Ode
Sitting around smoking dope,
is this silly lycanthrope.
Toking is always fun,
Now I want food by the ton.
Laughing and looking around,
but no food in this house can be found.
I guess I'll have to go out for some grub,
I guess I'll find some unexpecting bub!
So I head to the local village,
for someone's bones to pillage.
I creep around,
looking for someone tasty in town.
Oh look someone too fulfill my appetite,
walking alone through the night.
The hunger making me much crazier,
I pick my teeth with James Fraser.
He looks like a meal that can't be beat,
a great poet is a yummy treat.
I creep up and leap,
knocking him from his feet.
Ripping out his lily white throat,
in his blood I do gloat,
Thanks for being a delicious meal,
my belly you did fill!
Categories:
crazier, fantasy, friendshipfood,
Form:
Heroic Couplet
SALVATION ACCORDING TO FAITH
“Help, help!”, I shout out loud, in fear.
‘HELP, HELP!’, echoes of my voice I hear.
Over and over, impinge in my mind
Closer and closer, it gets so near.
Louder and louder my cries, my plea
Further and further they go from me…
……they’re gone.
Silence now reigns, it deafens me
Panic has broken and overtakes me
Faster and faster my pulse is raised
Harder and harder the pounding, the beat.
Tighter and tighter I clutch my head
Greater and greater, the feeling of dread.
……I’m lost.
“Why? Why?” I asked the mirthless grass
“Speak, speak!” I bark at mirrored glass
Angrier and angrier, my voice phonate
Wilder and wilder, my eyes gyrate
Darker and darker my thoughts evoke
Uglier and uglier my moods provoke
…..I weep.
'Non Compos Mentis' is my best state of mind
'Caveat Emptor'!! …as I cannot be kind
Nastier and nastier I’m down in the dumps?
Lower and lower I’m in the doldrums?
Crazier and crazier, I spit at my shadow
Weaker and weaker, …my life is so shallow!
….I pray!
“Come, come”, to only You I turn.
“Come, come”, my life is so forlorn.
Dearer and dearer my love for God
Stronger and stronger, my body, my soul
Forever and ever my faith shall hold
Redeemer, redeeming, The Lord God of old.
….I’m saved.
(The Fg 81.5.8)
Categories:
crazier, blessing, christian, faith, visionary,
Form: