Best Crazing Poems
Years tilt
Crazing appears
Age leans into the wind
My daughter whispers... 'it's time to
Retire'
11/25/16
Categories:
crazing, change,
Form:
Cinquain
A DIFFERENT EYE
(When I Think of David Bowie)
When I think of David Bowie,
every song he sung was showy.
He was sinewy, not doughy,
cause the white stuff was so blowy.
Yet his music was amazing,
and the concepts were so blazing.
He could sing and act while crazing,
in the phantom vision's mazing.
Bowie, so alien and odd here,
with the drum beat in his mind's ear.
His words were pointed and austere,
with a life that pushed away fear.
He was always introspective,
with one eye on the collective.
He opposed mankind's objective,
that obsessed on one perspective.
He was stone handsome in his face;
Bowie moved with abstracted grace.
He transformed all the arts in place,
while his mind was off-course in space.
He is the man that fell to earth,
crashed dim, in umbra at his birth.
He's the Starman in his sole worth,
pursuing Lazarus's rebirth.
Bowie's life burned awfully fast,
for lots of roles in which he's cast.
The fluid flame can never last,
when it darts missiles from the past.
Now he's dead and they are praising,
his work, once found self abasing,
in the lyrics of his phrasing,
they find now, is curtain raising.
We will miss his mystifying,
that he sang while he was dying.
Cause he's deft in his defying,
his Black Star persists in flying.
By Edlynn Nau
Categories:
crazing, art, celebrity, death, dedication,
Form:
Elegy
Like a farmer whose furrowed fields lie pregnant
yet parched in the sun,
I search the line that marries earth to sky
for the faintest slip of white,
A sign that moisture gathering in those depths
might offer more than shade.
Men and equipment are still now - all the forces
that I command.
Days filled with promise rise and fall like
children missing their turn,
While the gesture that could free them lies camouflaged
in the crazing of the earth.
Mindful that shapes deceive and breezes die, still I grow,
no longer just a watcher of clouds.
I sing a primitive song of desire to the power that
governs her gathering,
And open my arms to embrace an answered prayer,
the moisture of her breath.
Brian Johnston
Blunt, South Dakota 1989
Categories:
crazing, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Sun refracts through window, raising sight
See her standing within my gazing sight
Dry timbers lay in a pile awaiting spark
Fire ignites heartfelt joy in blazing sight
Lying on our backs to enjoy each night
Watch evening’s moon, each phasing sight
Noises abound through warm walls of home
Children amassed at play, a crazing sight
A life that could only have been imagined
Started one day with an amazing sight
Categories:
crazing, family, life, love,
Form:
Ghazal
Dark angels dance overhead
Storm clouds swirl within my head
Smiles are the veils of hidden thoughts
Tormented souls question not what is not
Ile St Louis, a swamp of nighttime beasts
Where soon poets shall roam
All that changed, the darkness kept the same
Only evil flowers dare to grow here
I was born in the comfort of a weeping nurse
Soon bestowed to the gallows underneath
For life passed by, and left me to ponder
The horror and madness within my dreams
You kiss my lips
Passions kiss you think frees me
From the darkness where I reside
St Louis is but far off from our romps
The play, maybe a muse on a past romance
Our flirt but a dance with history
You don’t know me
For I was born in the dark
As love ripens, we turn to grapes
The evening becomes our escape
Tiss you who have drowned me
In Seine, is where I rest
You don’t know me
My lover and killer
As I float away
From l'ile St Louis
Footnotes:
This poem is truly Edgar Allen Poe! Ile St Louis is the smaller of 2 islands in Paris on the Seine. It used to be swampland and crazing for cows, and in fact was the original Paris. Of course it was later developed, and many a famous persons have lived there, one being, Charles Baudelaire a French poet, whom is famous for a few things, the first being his poetic works called “ Fleur du Mal “ ( Flowers of Evil ) and thus the line in my poem “Only evil flowers dare to grow here”. However Charles Baudelaire also discovered the works of Edgar Allen Poe and proceeded to translate Poe’s works into French.
In Seine, is where I rest, well what can I say, I am insane, and thus this is one of my favorite lines!! :) As for Ile St Louis, I can only say, in Canada it is truly and island all alone!
Categories:
crazing, evil, flower, tribute,
Form:
Light Verse
Crazing clown face rises
above the four way road
chucking chunky Iron coins
down its comedic throat
roller-coaster amusement
carrousel at night
silently spinning
moving against the slight
wind, pushing everything
along its shy way
Categories:
crazing, seasons
Form:
Free verse
Boundless streams the river . . .
Boughs shake under tears of eden
trembles close ever shall she take
Fire on the causeway embers spark my seams
stoking skylight's freedom
crazing down my beams
Standing in her present hovers fill my floor
whispers fill the garden
breathless kneads my door
Water beads the meadow thunder rolls the one
passion waves her fingers
the rampart comes undone
Inscription on the window sorrow floats away
reflection clears with the honey
inside is where I'll stay
Boundless streams the river baby
but here I choose to stay
Categories:
crazing, love,
Form:
Romanticism
I love to spend my summer days lazing
To get away from city life's crazing
Gotta get away
And have time to play
Summer nights with loved ones spent star gazing
It's important to spend some time lazing
Mother nature your gratefully praising
Sane you'll get to stay
A few days away
The benefits from it are amazing
6/14/2020
Categories:
crazing, summer,
Form:
Limerick
A battered life,
The shedding of a thousand tears,
Love wasn't an option for me anymore.
The thought of suicide drove through my mind,
Crazing me to not give a care about myself,
Or how I exposed myself to all those men.
I was careless, didn't care, didn't respect them....or myself at that.
A broken dream,
The pieces of my life tossed and burned,
A doorway past a disastrous deceit.
But still for those men I stood nakedly,
They touched me in places I couldn't believe,
None of this was a nightmare but reality.
I was careless, had no regretes, and took everything for granted.
A desire for attention,
The swirling of my body onto a mans lap,
A stage for me to occupy.
I didn't want to do it, sell my body for money,
But there were two little boys counting on me,
So I did what any desperate mother would do.
I was careless, lost my pride, lost my virginity all to my prostitution and got my 2
kids taken from there only hope in life.
CARELESS DON'T MAKE MY MISTAKE!!!!!
Categories:
crazing, sports, me, lost, body,
Form:
Around In Circles
Always knew she was amazing
To dance with her I was crazing
Round in circles we would go
And on me she really did grow
Out my poems they are phasing
James Horn
Categories:
crazing, appreciation,
Form:
Limerick
“My dark feelings”
The darkness is magnificent,
The light is nearly drowned.
The feeling to go on in life,
before the breaking sound.
Tears always fall,
From my face,
And always there to stay,
and how hard i try to move on.
It seem to never go away,
That all it take’s four small words,
And the tears forever stain.
Laughing, crying, living, dying,
They all come with pain.
But i’ve survived it all the years gone by.
And to me it remained... the same.
In the world there is something “far” wore's,
Then what i thought was pain....
One small cold look,
One hurtful broken promise,
And the world comes crazing down.
Categories:
crazing, history, lost love, sad,
Form:
Light Verse
Love comes from the heart
And that's where feelings start
It hurts that where apart
But I'll enjoy this pain
And I'll go insane
As long as
Our hearts
Take the same paths
Apart we're two halves
Together we're one
Together we're amazing
You warm my heart blazing
Together where crazing
But we're still together
And we'll stay as one
Until ours days are done
Categories:
crazing, girlfriend, miss you, poems,
Form:
Romanticism
TOUCH
Touch of thy passionate lips
On my forehead once
Uttered silent syllable
Craving crazing desire
Heart beats made a pause: Love was sealed.
06/29/17
Categories:
crazing, kiss, love, passion,
Form:
Acrostic
winter tree
scribble on paper
shattered glass
aging masterpiece
blood vessels
interrupted sleep
morning bed hair
porcelain crazing
drought dry earth
think quickly
fungal strands
frozen pond uh-oh
straw on floor
slept-in sheets
did I lock the door
letter from a pocket
can’t reach that itch
tickly cough
grandad’s skin
winter tree
Categories:
crazing, analogy, fun, tree, winter,
Form:
Light Verse
It's just a small crack
much like the one in the Old Liberty Bell
but here it is again growing,
in the torch of Lady Liberty's hand;
like any crack first made
it tends to grow and stretch
repaired yet recurring thru time
still inching larger and looming
over the freedom of mankind;
if you're not careful,
if you fail to tend its needs
forget or deny its original purpose
the freedoms, justice, and liberties,
those allegiances in which you once believed
will become crazing that erodes a little more
of unrepairable fissures that grow
fractures, breaking points that rupture and explode
as the cleft and breach of a democracy implodes;
until the world, you well knew is unfamiliar and lost
to a common-sense America no longer knows.
Categories:
crazing, allusion,
Form:
Epitaph