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One picture at a time

A toddlers Crayola masterpiece marks the box
Where the story of our days now tarry
Passages tilting the axis of a bittersweet equinox
As photographs eclipse yesterday and today unvaried 

The plans we made for a life
After years of work and worry
Useless installments when your partner dies
The crumbling of everything you once held firmly

Riveted, uprooted with every slide
Scenes of "our time" bring you back to life
I step from earth, you from the sun, for yet another goodbye
And the dam finally collapses behind brave hazel eyes

But not the brokenness your death left behind
Still, though no more than ashes it resides
Like faded photographs etched in the mind
Fanning the embers... one picture at a time

Rage rises, for you left me alone
Without refuge for all life's trials
And our sons fatherless before they were grown 
Every step feeling more like a mile

I've grieved so long 
And tried to move on
Like river water never looking back
But it's motion sings the the words to our song

Leaving me afraid I'll never belong
Or live out the plan we devised
For all my days my efforts give way
Blundering, burdened and blind

How does one truly recover
When the mate of their soul is no more
Or pass from one realm to yet another
When the walls of your heart no longer have a door? 

Frustration builds like Lego towers
toppling to the floor under the weight of the world
Is it grief or something disguised by cowards
When a heart gets stuck from the pain that it's learned? 

This ode to a man 
Who in covenant took my hand
The marriage equator engraved a permanent mark...
For his death left a total eclipse of my heart

Crazy as a loon
But my God... how I loved you
My eyes fixed upon our favored moon
And I wonder... Do you miss me too?

Anniversaries used to be a joyous accomplishment
Marking years of selfless love made
Now it serves only an acknowledgement 
Of a life interrupted by a cruel twist of fate

Of ill trusted hopes 
And a future unmade
For us left behind to cope
With memories and photographs fading away

On this the 2nd anniversary...
            Of your passing away



In memory of my husband of 25 years
Charley Romani 
(My Beloved)




Copyright © Sarai Virden | Year Posted 2014


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Stormy Weather

March has been so dark and dreary,
that it makes me sad and weary.
Can't keep from sighing.

If the weather doesn't change soon,
I will be crazy as a loon.
and weak from crying.


Motif: Nature
Written March 4, 2014


Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2014


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More Than One Kind of Crazy

Occasionally we should expose the wackier lobe of the brain
in order to better appreciate the more sensible side of the mind.
     ~THIS is one of those times...

I capriole between my arabesques fugaciously spasmodic in fluxes and leaps indifferent to their misanthropic mocking and cheeky syncopated schisms BUT LET THEM SCOFF! I derogate their arrogance in silent smirking repudiation for they know not of the decoctions spating rapidly through my veins, nor of the massive assemblage of my miscelany grey and white matter. The mordant humor of this absurdity is that I am irrationally rational... psychotically speaking; I am dripping with percipience sagaciously intelligent beyond the measure of those cretins who kvetch, pule, and postulate that I am strabismic and nonsensical as a loon. After reading this write of gelastic absurdity, it's become mereticiously opaque to me that my discourse is oxymoronic, OR I am a dimwitted addlepate. There is more than one kind of crazy!
********************* A translated version of the above nonsense, so now Jan doesn't think she's hopelessly lost. I dance as if I were a ballerina, a total klutz, but I don't care if they laugh at me. LET THEM MAKE FUN! I don't care if they smirk at me because they don't know what I feel or think. The funny part of my silliness is that I'm really rational, pretending not to be. I'm really smarter than I look or act so let those idiots say that I'm as crazy as a loon. Now that I've read these words, it's clear to me that nothing I've written is clear. Soooo.... I'm either clever at writing an oxymoron OR I'm crazy.


Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2017


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Cliche and Catch Phrase Party

Once in a blue moon I have been told
The cliché’s clan gets together with the Catch Phrase posy

If I have told you once I have told you a thousand times this story or are you the last one to know?

Well, it all started for no rhyme or reason but you could see the writing on the wall.

Rat Race and horsing around would be in charge of the children’s activities for the day.
 While crazy as a loon and Wacky Tobacky would take care of the entertainment.
Ice Queen would be the bartender for the night and Wall Flower would play the music.
Requests were already pouring in from the peanut gallery. 
Young whipper Snapper like to hear a country song called one step forward and two steps back
And Jonny come lately wanted to hear a rock song called Chip off the old block.
Class clown always wanting to be the center of attention got drunk and started dancing
On the picnic tables. 
 Simon Says and Mother May I where there to tell everyone what to do and where to sit.
 This would be a catered event so One sandwich short of a picnic was hired to feed this Motley crew.
On the menu was Fish out of Water served with two peas in a pod and for dessert The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree Al- a- mode.
Everybody was having a great time until the trouble makers showed up.
One for the road and Three sheets to the wind where known for starting drunken brawls.
The worst thing was they brought their 3 grown sons Hammered, sloshed and pickled.
If I only knew then what I know now left early. She had a feeling there would be trouble.
Penny for your thoughts would be collecting the raffle ticket money and No time like the present would be handing out the prizes.
Liar Liar Pants on fire and Cry me a river were sore losers and always made a scene if they lost.
It will be a cold day in hell didn’t want to go so he sent his wife Heaven to Betsy.
Too much of a good thing got sick and ended up taking the bus# Catch22 home.
Well, nothing lasts forever was the last song of the night and Turn out the lights the party’s over security guard company showed everyone the door.
The end.


Copyright © Erin Soares-Anselmi | Year Posted 2014


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Noisy Neighbor

chocolate covered nut,
was my neighbor
and crazy as a loon
banged on his pots and pans
each night
while howling at the moon

disturb me once more, I thought
and I will teach you well
with noise so horrific
you'd rather be in h_ll!

he did not heed my warning,
and howled on night and day
so I set my alarm for 3AM
sure I'd get my say

I pointed mighty amplifiers
out my windows old
I opened up said windows,
I did not fear the cold

so it's noise you want? I muttered
so angry and so sick,
pushed down my organ's "on" button,
and gladly heard it click

now my mighty organ would rumble
with sounds so awful you would run
discordant notes I blasted
volume pedal pushed  full gun

the roar was long and frightful
my own ears began to bleed,
but I'd teach this momma mucker
what he must surely need

so my windows, they did shatter
as did his and others' too
but I kept my keys depressed
I even used a shoe

now a sound this bad, I understand
can waken up the dead
so sure enough I rumbled on
pain swelling in my head

and there among the mists of night,
a thing most to dread
so eerie- scary and more
appeared the ghost
of my long lost love
my most beautiful Lenore

she did not look so pleased
and in her hand she held
a pot to brain my noggin',
until from it silence was finally bled

I gasped, I chocked, I whimpered
frightened out of my very wits
and if you checked my underwear
you surely would find ____z

so i stopped, and she was gone
my neighbor still banging gong, gong, gong!
only now when he does this
I smile and join along
I sit and howl, and drivel
banging gong, gong, gong, gong, gong!!!


Copyright © tom bell | Year Posted 2007


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Sweet Sixteen

Sweet Sixteen
by Franklin Price
1/1/2016

Sweet sixteen is finally here
and sixteen minutes in
If I waited to write longer
Would be too sleepy to begin

It's eight sixteen I went to bed
At the ending of verse one
Watching the bright ball drop
Was tiring but fun

My wife said if you stay up
You're as crazy as a loon
You can finish in the morning
If  you awaken before noon

As you see it's not near noon yet
And I really must confess
Did not mean to write about myself
But New Year's greetings to address

Happy New Year to you
To your friends and family
Hope this year is awesome
Hope it's the best that it can be

May your road in life be paved and smooth
May peace and love abound
And at the end of sweet sixteen
May we all still be around


Copyright © Franklin Price | Year Posted 2016


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Dream Again

               
 Dream again...
 an endless journey to pretend.
 Just to dream again,
 for something more!

 Something more one can achieve,
 to be more one can believe.
 Feel a passion for a day...
 and forever, sail away!

 Sail away,
 and take a chance,
 one can begin...
 a new romance.

 To be as crazy as a loon,
 and be a child again,
 all in full bloom...
 To be a friend unto oneself!
 


        


Copyright © Robert OBrien | Year Posted 2016


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MEPHISTO WALTZ

MEPHISTO WALTZ

Lost in the forest
And worse – the night has come on
Many strange noises
Shivers up and down my spine
Moon just peeking round a cloud

Then    this old farm house
One window lit up    (a barn?)
Smoke from the chimney
I’d heard a hermit lives there
Crazy as a loon they say   

Seems I have a choice –
To stay the night in his barn
Or    find my way out
I decide to take the barn
I’ll sneak around    out of sight

Find some hay inside
And curl up comfy and warm
It’s quite daring    but
What he don’t know won’t hurt him
So    my plan seems safe enough

The barn door opens
There is a soft   but weird    light
I am tentative
But I’m also very tired
I enter and hear music

The dies irae
Before I can turn and run
The hermit has me
In one hand is a bible
In the other a big axe

“Shall we dance?” he says
“My friends play such sweet music”
His friends? – ghouls    zombies!
They play the weird dance of death
The hermit begins to prance

His eyes red as fire
Now I must try to keep step
To ghastly music
I’m in a whirl – off my feet
This mad laugh – the axe descends!


Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2011


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Heroism

Heroism Would you run into a fire, Earning a responder's ire? Or jump into a swollen river Just to give a sliver Of a chance, For further life and romance, To a person drowning here, All alone, full of fear? Have you ever risked your neck To rescue from a flaming wreck, Someone that would surely perish, If his life you did not cherish? If you tried these, and you failed, As a hero, would you be hailed? Or vilified as a buffoon, Said to be crazy as a loon? Given a chance to stand tall, Though the odds be rather small, Would you hesitate, Or think that “I'm just too late?” What I'm really asking you, For your answer true, Would you be a hero, Or just a shaking, quaking zero?


Copyright © Rick Rucker | Year Posted 2010


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You're Crazy

Well and You're Crazy if you
think I'm gonna let you bring me
down again, if you think you
can just come back into my life
after being gone so long and
expect me to take you back 
just like that...You're Crazy
if you think I'm still in love with
you after all the hell you put
me through , You're Crazy
You're Crazy baby if you think
I'm gonna let you bring me
down again and just forgive
and forget and start all over
again...well You're Crazy
you're just freaking crazy
So want you just get out of
my life once and for all...there
ain't nothing left to be said so
stop asking me if you can call
when will you get it through 
your hard head there's just 
nothing left to be said except
You're Crazy if you think I'm
gonna let you bring me
down again, if you think you
can just come back into my life
after being gone so long and
expect me to take you back 
just like that, if you think I'm still 
in love with you after all the hell 
you put me through You're Crazy
You're just as Crazy as a loon
something of a Bevis and
Butthead cartoon...I don't need
your childish games, I’m no 
longer the same innocent victim
you once had on a ball and chain
and I'd be completely insane if
I let you put me through that hell
again so if you think I'm gonna let 
you bring me down again, if you 
think you can just come back into 
my life after being gone so long and
expect me to take you back 
just like that...You're Crazy
you're one hell of a crazy *** 
froot loop!


Copyright © Bo Lanier | Year Posted 2015


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Miracle of Life

Midnight is upon the moon
Driving feeling crazy as a loon
Tired and excited to see your face
Love overflowing, scared, wanting time to race

I see your face
Nervousness and worry
Trying to ease you, and me
Wondering what the night will be

Waiting for a new face to see
Will it be, easy
Miracle number one: natural wouldn't progress
Miracle number two: Meconium stained amniotic fluid

Miracle number three: Umbilical cord was wrapped around the babies neck, shoulders and 
waste
Miracle number four: Healthy mom and baby


Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2010


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Tell Me What You Really Think

You sat and looked at me as if,
I had lost my mind.
You told me I was crazy,
That I was unrefined.
The kind of life I offered
That you could not accept.
I think there’s just a few lines
That I may have overstepped.

You said I had a screw loose
That I was fruity as a bat.
You called me crazy as a loon 
 Delirious and erratic.
Deranged, demented, dingy daft.
Bonkers, crazed and cracked
Unbalanced, unglued, unhinged unzipped
Kooky, mad and whacked.

You said I was a lunatic
Psycho and berserk
Out of my freakin mind
A screwy, batty, jerk
You called me a screwball
A flaky no good fink
And I said babe tell me
What you really think.


Copyright © Ricky Sholar | Year Posted 2017


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Youre Crazy

Well and You're Crazy if you
think I'm gonna let you bring me
down again, if you think you
can just come back into my life
after being gone so long and
expect me to take you back 
just like that...You're Crazy
if you think I'm still in love with
you after all the hell you put
me through , You're Crazy
You're Crazy baby if you think
I'm gonna let you bring me
down again and just forgive
and forget and start all over
again...well You're Crazy
you're just freaking crazy
So want you just get out of
my life once and for all...there
ain't nothing left to be said so
stop asking me if you can call
when will you get it through 
your hard head there's just 
nothing left to be said except
You're Crazy if you think I'm
gonna let you bring me
down again, if you think you
can just come back into my life
after being gone so long and
expect me to take you back 
just like that, if you think I'm still 
in love with you after all the hell 
you put me through You're Crazy
You're just as Crazy as a loon
something of a Bevis and
Butthead cartoon...I don't need
your childish games, I’m no 
longer the same innocent victim
you once had on a ball and chain
and I'd be completely insane if
I let you put me through that hell
again so if you think I'm gonna let 
you bring me down again, if you 
think you can just come back into 
my life after being gone so long and
expect me to take you back 
just like that...You're Crazy
you're one hell of a crazy *** 
froot loop!


Copyright © Bo Lanier | Year Posted 2017


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Faith

Faith  #75

And life does take their little turns,
That is why the truth always burns

My ancestors were accused of witchcraft
But I never got their names right

I wish I had a boat and I could sail towards the past,
Maybe even visit the president, Mr Taft

So much  water under the bridge
I think I have an itch

So let not burden our minds with all of life's troubles,
Just go to bed and face them tomorrow.

I feel that I'm getting so much older
I can feel it all over my body, especially in my shoulders
And I know I have a bit of a foul odor.

My it kind of smarts
That is why like a boxer 
I will tap out

So please do not ring that bell
Since every now and then
I have a tell

You know in life 
It was good seeing
Through the leaves and trees 
There is a clearing

Since I lost everything
And consequently
Now I have nothing

I fell asleep in a deep crevice,
Please don't call the sheriff

That is where I met a damsel
Her name was repunsal
Yes, I can be as crazy as a loon 
But I could swear she made me swoon.

A love like no other.
Her face was as white as talcum powder.

I felt hot like,
I fell into a pot of boiling water
I cried out, where is my father
Can he see?
In my heart, I'm still a toddler?

I heard back from a caller
That he was no more
He is not longer here, 
He has fallen

He fell like a tree in the dark forest.
He had an employee named Torres

We will not forget
We were like his pets

So much love to go around
But no one cared to make a sound

I am speaking about all those Sunday meals 
My family always knew 
How to spot a good deal


One last thing before I go
Have you seen the new country store?
It's going to open,
It won't be long
We will buy lots of scones

Especially healthy goodies
And those small oranges called Cuties

I don't mean to put some pressure
It's just I want to tell you all about my treasure

Would you like if I fetch her?
Her hair is getting gray like an old lady 
That is always crashing

We also bought a brand new toaster
Our bread now is fresh
It came down a roller coaster

Our country knows
We are in the middle of a disaster
Some call it a state of crisis

We are all just simple fool's
With your friends you will cajole
In this land we call 
 U.S.A.
We are all here living out our faith

Let's take a deep breath
And let's just stay in this place 

It seems that we are safe 
For the moment
Don't be scared

By Marc Acrich


Copyright © Marc Acrich | Year Posted 2018


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howling at the moon

Touched with madness
joy and sadness
ups and downs
smiles and frowns
held against your will
and even still
the force inside
still abides
so howl at the moon
crazy as a loon
this I know
unfortunately so
and then comes the darkness
the opposite of bliss
who would have thought
who would have dreamed
that everything that happened before
hadn't happened as it seemed


Copyright © Mark Schnell | Year Posted 2017


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Out Of My Mind

I'm crazy as a loon,
My brain is Looney-Tune,
Four room trailer
In a land of naught,
Surely, this was,
Not what I want...

Musicians alone,
Are like flowers without sun
There's not much inspiration
There's not much fun...

I gotta get outta' this place,
Go back to the human race...
One more minute in this tomb,
Will surely spell my coming doom.


Copyright © tom bell | Year Posted 2008