Best Crazily Poems
A lone moth flits around my front porch light
as wind blows through my window, luring me
to step outside into black velvet’s night.
I search the sky, but no moon can I see.
It seems it’s disappeared, just like my love.
The moaning wind plays havoc with my hair
as that old bulb sways crazily above.
In solitude, I simply stand and stare
at that fool insect! How can it not know
the falseness of the light that it’s drawn to?
Fluorescent doom replaces moon’s sweet glow.
I know this well because in losing you
I lost love’s gleam; I lost my everything,
and still that silly moth is fluttering. . .
written 11/6/2014
Submitted Sept. 12, 2022
For Mark Toney's 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 14 Poetry Contest
Categories:
crazily, lost love,
Form:
Sonnet
You are
the shortest day
but longest night
within a memory
of my four seasons
Every cell in my body
remembers you
It remembers
Your amorous glance
Your ardent touch
Your effervescent kiss
and even your last whisper
a careless whisper
which sickened my thought
and pained me with grief
Every breath from my lungs
remembers your absence
How can I forget it
I live with it
I die inside of it
It surrounds my existence
Your absence
Bitter!
Dark !
Darker
than death
itself
You -Solstizio D'Inverno
Where is your promise
of new beginning
Where is the light
of what was pure
I know you!
I know you
enough to know
You still feel me in your bones
I know you!
I know you
enough to know
You bury me in your soul
Then you dig..
You dig crazily
beneath poured dusk
which fills the hourglass
beyond your veins
You dig deep
to find me
again
You find me
You hold me
I know you!
I know you
enough to know
You hold me
to your heart
I know you!
I know you
enough to know
I'm still
your life-line
Your love travels
as far as the stars
as distant as God
and undiscovered orbits
But was that
Yesterday's illusion
For how long
should this candle shine
How dim its glow now
Low is the voice
which calls the sun
to rebirths prisms
from droplets'dew
Weak are the footprints
which mark our path
on moonlit snow
I should stop walking
I should stop calling
Stop believing
Wanting,Needing
The sun sank
in the stillness
of a crimson horizon
In the solitude
of the tide
never to dawn
in these eyes again
Winter Solstice
You are
my coldest verse
of silence
My longest night
of rain
Categories:
crazily, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
Off his leash, he escapes,
diving under a chair.
Through each room of our house,
he darts here; he darts there.
Little scamp can’t be caught.
He careens crazily.
For his collar I reach,
but he dashes from me.
To his food dish he goes,
Ah! My time has now come.
He is back on the leash
and unable to run.
I know our puppy will calm down in time.
We find his toys and bones he likes to bite.
We gently rub his tummy as he lies
beside us with the coming of the night.
Lullaby, Doggie.
Lay down your head.
Sweet dreams for our Snickers
asleep on our bed.
for the Contest: Rock Me Around the Clock or Rock Me to Sleep--
Rhythm Poems
Categories:
crazily, dog, , Lullaby,
Form:
Rhyme
April first drives up in a new Lamborghini,
Everyone knows it is one of her foolish tricks
She will be driving a beat-up pickup farm truck
In thirty days, when time comes to start the planting.
April, she flounces between winter and summer,
Calling herself spring but she is, frankly, confused.
By the tenth, she is tossing around snow flurries
She grins crazily; our warm coats are put away.
Next day or so her temperatures are soaring,
The snow has melted, and we are donning our shorts.
What the old folks always call "Blackberry Winter"
Strikes with vengeance, temperatures in the thirties,
April says maybe that heavy sweater will do.
She laughs by tax-filing day with strong gusty wind
Though ornamental trees are beginning to bud,
There's talk of late frost, April does not seem to care.
Another few days, and she lets the top down so
Warm breezes are embracing the faint scent of lime.
When April suggests a warm spring is here to stay
A blast of Arctic air nips buds with frosty dew
In a warm day or two, sure enough, April comes
Driving her pickup truck full of mulch and manure,
April plants the sturdy vegetables like kale.
Despite late frost, the tulips will soon burst open
Gentler rains, and April may settle down for good.
SIXTH PLACE WINNER
Written April 11, 2021
for "April Poetry Contest"
sponsored by Regina McIntosh
Categories:
crazily, april, spring,
Form:
Free verse
My Freeway Angel
Caught between two cars
There was no lane between them
Who guided my hand?
Steering crazily
back and forth between them both
It was harrowing
At another time
I was sideswiped by a rig
on that same freeway
My car went sideways
to the front of a man’s truck
I had no control
I was being pushed
as the trucker slowed his pace
in his middle lane
Before the truck stopped
I wondered is this the end?
I felt strangely calm
My car then emerged
faced against the traffic but
on the embankment
A few other times
my tires had big bad blowouts
I came out unscathed
I’ve stayed uninjured
through all my mishaps but not
so lucky - my cars!
Have I been lucky
or is a freeway angel
looking after me?
For the Senryu on Angels Poetry Contest of Marvin Celestial
True story written with senryu syllable count. I would like to think I have an
angel, but I can't really say for sure!
Contest Description: 1 original, poem on the theme of true encounters with Angels
Only Senryu form will be accepted with the title "Angel / Angels."
Categories:
crazily, angel,
Form:
Senryu
Deemed significant culturally,
a fantastic and old comedy
is this film I love,
which is the tale of
a weatherman played by Bill Murray.
This weatherman Phil has been sent
to cover the groundhog event.
He’s so hard to please,
and that’s because he’s
an arrogant cynical gent.
There’s a blizzard and Phil’s forced to stay
in Punxsutawney for one more day.
He awakes. Something’s wrong!
“I Got You Babe,” the song
by his bedside is what he hears play.
It’s the same song from the day before
when he woke up at six. Out the door,
he goes onto the street.
Things repeat and repeat.
This is something that he can’t ignore.
In a time loop he’s stuck! Each time when
he is hearing “I Got You Babe,” then
that man, once so vain,
begins going insane.
Groundhog Day comes again and again!
When he understands that there won’t be
any punishment whenever he
does anything wrong,
it isn’t for long
before Phil behaves most crazily.
He drives reckless and binges on beer.
Since tomorrow will never grow near,
he drives right off a cliff!
He would not do that if
there were hope, so he’s lost all his fear.
There’s a woman that Phil’s come to know,
and he talks to her every day, so
he can learn more and more
how to make her adore
him! His feelings for her start to grow.
With his efforts to win Rita’s heart,
Phil begins to appreciate art.
He learns French and to play
the piano! Each day
in the townspeople’s lives he takes part.
Seven years come and go. By year eight,
Phil has changed. But will this change his fate?
Knowing everyone’s needs,
he is doing good deeds,
and in Rita’s eyes, Phil’s looking great!
It’s his last Groundhog Day when Phil learns
his life’s lesson. This time his world turns!
Through the great power of
unconditional love
and his good works, a NEW day Phil earns!
“I Got You , Babe” plays next to his head.
But it’s NOT Groundhog’s Day, for instead,
Phil wakens to see
unbelievably
true love won! Rita’s with him in bed!
March 27, 2018 for the FAVORITE COMEDY MOVIE Contest of Alexis Y
Categories:
crazily, humor,
Form:
Limerick
I was out walking my dragon, when I came across a Dogasaurus Rex.
It really wasn’t so bad until; they got into a real life-pissing contest.
My dragons’ roar was way less than his, and spitting fire, he couldn’t do.
So they squared off, eyes aglow, and yep, a true pissing contest did ensue.
Now, that was really icky, and flooded my neighbors whole lawn, ewww.
Well, it smelled awfully bad, but when they got going, what was I to do.
And a pooper-scooper does not work here, so I had to wait till both were thru.
If there wasn’t enough testosterone, now my neighbors’ was added, to the brew.
A mean old codger lived right there, and now, even he, was royally pissed.
Watering the lawn wouldn’t send it away; it would spread it more, amiss.
I ran to get my neighbor witch, who was laughing her head off, yes, indeed.
I’d need her help to save the yard, and with the old codger, to finally succeed.
The old codger amazed, started adding, held in, bubbling laughter, to the brew.
Seems he’s a lonely old man, with not enough fun added in his life, it’s true.
He tapped his foot, as his dogasaurus Rex did more, what was I to do, in truth?
I became worried, it would be the death of him, if he didn’t laugh out loud, forsooth.
I ask the dragon, to burn the yard, to save us all, but he just snickered more, thereon.
How, you ask, was I to extradite myself? I went home to put a fire retardant suit, on.
Coming back I kicked, the dragon in his butt, for always being so crazily, put upon.
That quickly brought his fire on me, as I took it into the middle of the yucky lawn.
With the taunting done, the icky stuff gone, the witch put the grass back, with great skill.
Then, the dragon started laughing, his butt off, while thinking I’d owe the witch’s bill.
Hah! He was incredulous, as I said; he’d do the witch’s bidding, till it was fulfilled.
Then, the silly dragon, down right cried, as I told him, the walkies, would now be nil!
But, Grandpa Troll intervened, with us both in timeout, again, facing across the lake.
And, the old codger, spent the rest of his life happy, entertaining the town, with our fate.
From then on, the dragon and dogasauraus, were seen everywhere, as great playmates.
And me, I always carry an umbrella, so Dragon can never rain on my parade…
Categories:
crazily, adventure, fantasy, fire, funny,
Form:
Light Verse
FALSE PROPHETS
They have the word of God as their encyclopedia
They refer and come out to deceive the myopia
They are quick to inform like Wikipedia
Their actions premeditated like the media
About people they always see vision
But their flaws they fail to acknowledge
They come into the field with a weird mission
Therefore always speaking out of knowledge
They don't have an emblem
But by their deeds we know them
They are infected with a germ
Searching to destroy the worm
On scene they help us genuflect
We scream crazily to pay respect
Behind scene they have their own dialect
Communicating with structures they erect
They consult at midnight while mining
They always see our problems from afar
Nothing not even our prayers except their ways can solve that canker
Men in black, all they do is cunning..
FALSE PROPHETS THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE
Categories:
crazily, allah, allegory, anger, beauty,
Form:
Lyric
Cosmic Peace
I have been wondering
Ever since you left us,
What were your thoughts
That early morn?
You were silent
While you lay quietly on bed.
For the past few months
You had learned to
Resign to your fate.
Your wounds were healing
Yet tired was your spirit
As you gave in to dependency
On others for your basic needs.
Much did you despise
Calling out to mother and child
To give you a helping hand
For necessities that you wished
To do yourself.
Shame and embarrassment
Was slowly overtaken by
I Have No Choice!
That morn you were to walk
Once again.
Mother and child freshened you
And you sipped your tea
Without a sound, without a word.
You were a little tired
As you lay back to rest,
Never to wake up again.
What thoughts crossed
Your mind that day?
We thought you were looking forward
To your first footsteps that day.
Or did you think
My first footsteps were with my mother
The second time would be crazily challenging?
Or is it that granny said
Don't fret, don't exhaust,
I'll take you now on a heavenly journey?
Did you see the divine light
That forewarned you
Your hour has come?
Did god whisper a sweet welcome to you?
Were you happy or sad to leave mother and child?
Dad, did I come for once in your thoughts
Or did I remain in the periphery
With the earthly transactions
As you transcended into the cosmic peace?
I remain burdened with the bond of love.
I miss your warmth
As you enveloped me saying
The doors of my house are always open.
THIRD
November 25,, 2015
Conest: A Poem Time Forgot
Sponsor: Silent One
Categories:
crazily, absence, bereavement, emotions, father
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Joyfully uninhibited, forthright and super-friendly,
Uniquely uncaring about order, actually loving mess,
Sassy, and spirited, once crazily sexy and sensuous,
Terrifyingly independent, willing to jump in without thinking,
Memorable to those who bother to answer my first “hi”
Me
Categories:
crazily, appreciation, confidence, identity, joy,
Form:
Alliteration
I think of you badly,
I yearn for you crazily
Passionately in wanting
Obsessively in needing
and I dream of you,
your fingertips all over
my chapters
in search of faith's
happy endings.
Every night I wait for you
to come to me
I let you taste the feel of me
an emotion deep inside your heart
lingering softly, whispering secretly
Alone you are in my thoughts
Your spirit is in my breath
You have crawled into my heart
rocking me fast asleep.
Oh how I crave your scent on my pillow,
feel the warmth of your soft skin.
savor a kiss on your moist lips,
have your hair cascade onto my chest.
Heaven is speaking loudly
telling me you are the one,
I am coming for you my darling
we'll make all our feelings a home.
Categories:
crazily, longing, love,
Form:
Free verse
It is so hard to believe
How this world can not achieve
A more peaceful balance of love
Instead of how we push and shove
Our beliefs on others who
Only try their best to do
What is right for their own life
There's no need to cause such strife
On those who just want to be
Living without crazily
Being attacked for no purpose
We need to find the hidden surplus
Of caring that we all bury
Locked in the darkness we carry
In hatred violence we cause
Come on people put a pause
On the negativity
Dig down deep and you will see
How easy it is to care
For others--become aware
How much damage we're creating
To this world--when love is fading
More and more out of our grasp
It's not a big difficult task
To reverse the damage we
Have done in our society
Categories:
crazily, anger, forgiveness, hate, heart,
Form:
Rhyme
I read about a person
Who, within a city park,
Attacked a woman and her dog
At 6 a.m. (still dark).
He was rooting through the garbage,
Yelling crazily, before
Tossing urine in a bottle,
Then proceeded to do more…
With a stick he hit the woman,
Next her dog across the snout,
Which a witness heard and ran to see
What it was all about.
When the police came, the attacker
Had already up and fled
But the injuries the dog sustained
Caused him to wind up dead.
The assailant was familiar –
He was known and clearly ill,
Yet community reaction
Is divided, voices shrill.
Some say find him and arrest him!
He’s a danger – he needs jail!
Others think he won’t get help
With the police hot on his trail.
Though it’s sad when mental illness
Can’t keep violence at bay,
This man’s demons should require
He gets treatment – far away!
Categories:
crazily, conflict,
Form:
Rhyme
Dew slips down the gentle leaf,
Unburdened by the sunlight’s reflecting
Grace over the mountains, misty
With remembrance, beautiful like the burning
Wonder of a painting, only these colors
Can’t be created by any hand other than the One
Who created the stars, the dew, the sun…
The One who created grace for everyone
Secreted beneath a fog, misty moments
Surrounding the ridges, blue and gray like mysteries
Echoing softly, sensations remembering
Prayers and praises, preventing the melancholic
Sensitivities, flames of forever pouring over the mountains,
Healing the past with tender sighs, blessings
Erasing the doubts and bringing joy to the colors,
The soft flow of blues and purples, green that inspires
Such delicate kisses, touching the spirit with gentle,
Kindness embracing the entire memory,
Containing all the hope of a life built by His hand,
Creatively, amazingly, crazily the plan… His plan
Rain drenched words peel back layers of laughter,
Soothing the soul – stirring up the smiles,
In ways that can’t be described, intense like the passions
Felt by artists, extreme – unspeakable, powerful
Thirsts for the moments when wonders are like wildfires
Pouring over the forests, chasing away every thought
With wisdom, glowing on the edges of the heart –
Still, cool dreams and feelings, expressed by thoughts
Who believe in the music played by heaven’s sweetness,
Arousing souls to dance, free and graceful, like the wind
Who frees the spirit to believe in His everlasting peace,
The melody expressed by the purity of praise,
The promise of His grace silencing the dread, the dark
With a love that lingers, lighting the heart!
Categories:
crazily, appreciation, god,
Form:
Free verse
Looking at you from a distance
Knowing from the instant
You began to speak
That your intelligence would hold me strong
Wondering what your eyes will say
If you never tore them away from my gaze.
Nearing the end of my heart’s search
A soul’s rejuvenated rebirth
Feeling the sands of happiness
Cover me in their pleasant darkness
Take me to love’s sandy grave
Looking past your beauty
In to your mind
Where the realness I seek I find.
It’s amazing how different you are
How crazily I am drawn to you
Looking past your physical
It’s almost musical
Artistically drawn to you
Lock me up in a padded room
Further intensify my doom
Stitch (her name) into the padding.
Floating on the sea of happiness
On a plank of love
Rains of rapture falling from above
Confessions of pain
The content of an insane mind
Your hands in the dark I wish to find
Your lips in the morning I wish to miss
Knowing that in a few
I have a chance to be with you
What if I told you that I never wanted this to end
What if I told you that I wanted to spend
The next ten years with you
What would you do
If I said that the things that swirl around in my head
The feelings that run in my heart
Tell me that we should never part
What if they tell me to stay
What if they tell me that things are finally going my way.
How do I say that I never want to say good bye
How do I say that such reality brings tears to my eyes
How do I say that I never want you to go
How do I say that I am so
In love with
you……….
Categories:
crazily, happiness, love, passion, me,
Form: