Best Franticly Poems
Pressed firmly a shoulder against brick wall
Arms that are folded and feeling quite tall
A hurly burly of a lazy man
Only works if he has to or can
Frustrated waiting for the big check
Drank the last one quickly red neck
They only come once upon time
Delusional angry and outside so I'm
In and out my mind does wonder
Try to control the other guy under
No money for meds and mad hatter is he
Unpredictable this matter will be
Hoisting two sacks the postman will meet
But which one of us uncertain the greet
Passing me by with no check in hand
Off the stoop on postman he land
Franticly struggling to loosen the strap
Harder and tighter the handle did rap
Doesn't take long the postman is limp
It's back to me the original wimp
I don't understand the reason for action
This guy was good during every transaction
You'll never know by meeting us guys
But we'll see you through these killer eyes
That Day, Life Crushed
I was resting on a lake dock that was in deep decay
it ran fifty yards out into the seamless water
that day my baby brother had went to swim with his friends
a normal summer day that shone with splendor
and peaceful was the soft blowing wind
only fate was awake and moving ever forward.
There I was in peaceful solitude , resting
gazing at the lapping waves as they spoke
ignorant of what had taken place only moments before
the passing of a young and promising life, my brother.
Sun still beamed, wind still blew and life changed
a truck came racing across the bridge
I saw my best friend waving at me franticly
then I heard, I knew tragedy had befallen somebody
somebody I loved dearly.
Moments later, the force of truth crushed me into a ball
it was as I feared, a death, an unimaginable horror
my baby brother was dead, my fourteen year old baby brother
gone, gone , gone!
Electric current had destroyed his life
destroyed my life, sent me into a seven year rage
I said my goodbyes in a quiet rage and vowed that God,
God would pay for this!
And so it began a terrible journey into a dark abyss
one that consumed and slowly ate my soul
my soul it ate with relish and glee.
I became a punisher of God!
Yes, such misery did I heap out by the bucket
by the ton and ate it's glory until-
Seven years later, light came into me as I slept
I woke one morning to find that the one punished was ME!
God had told me but I refused to hear
Now I heard and that truth crushed me again!
The road back took time but seven long years was over!
life returned, joy returned!
Majestic love returned to reclaim it's treasure-- my soul!
My soul rejoices to this day,
this day I see God stayed with me as I ran away!
I, he that runs no MORE!
Robert J. Lindley 06-30-2014
My first ever write about my brother, Billy Joe Lindley
fourteen year old and the girls adored him,
that summer electrocuted by a faulty electric pump at a
friend's house by the river.
1976, I think about him every day since, he was an angel compared
to me and why, why did I live!
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As the moon aligns itself with the stars
I search to find me
Can’t find my way
My psyche is perplexed
Seemingly, I long to be found
Yet, I have left no trail of sanity
Left no footprints of sincerity
Silhouettes are numerous
Where I was last portrayed
A mire outline, a profile
A mirage
Depicts the whereabouts of my mind
Illusions and premonitions
Forebode life
Foreshadow the inhabitation of despair
Predict the transition into solitude
Sheer hues of the deep, dark night
Diversify the challenge of discovery
Still I search
Overlooking not one possibility
Though my vision impaired
I continue franticly
Seeking for myself
Among the many shadows
You were in love with me
While I'd tell you I didn't love you,
And you continued on for a space...
Until I finally fell in love with you.
But you fell out with me
And kept telling me to my face.
Then my promised love got exhausted
While you were replenished;
Yet, you say it wasn't from my endeavors.
And now you're back in love with me.
But since... I've fallen out with you;
You franticly pull all my handles and levers.
Pushing all my buttons you realize
That we have never been in love
With each other at the exact same time,
And we know it's a crying shame
How quickly we always fall out
Exchanging rich love to nickel and dime.
Off into the deepest North
At the pole an arrow points.
Santa's village this way it says.
Tiny figures franticly bustling'
Only five months left
and mountains of presents
still to be made and wrapped
then loaded onto Santa's sleigh.
All the children dreaming blissfully
seeing that red nose sparkling
and hearing the whoosh
watch Santa looping the sky.
Scattering snow flakes
far and wide in his wake.
The moon beams down
and the north star twinkles.
Maralinga, Maralinga,
where the white mans fire still burns,
Where atomic radiation made the little creatures squirm,
Where walked old Nooran Gurra with the Emu fella dance,
Where the bloody fire an brimstone didn't give em any chance,
bloody radiation, awful fire of death still burns,
An his bone are bleaching whiter,
Has his spirit come to terms,
Not bloody likely,
So they give us Maralinga,
So linger longer, yes we can,
Does luekemia point the finger,
If we live upon the land.?
?? Don
yes by crikey, death and sand...
Maralinga was just one of the 1950s, British, 12 atomic blast sites, before the radiation blew to the four corners of Australia giving us the sweet subtle strontium 90 in the cows milk off the radioactive grass that the cows did eat. And the geigher counter service guy couldn't stop the counter working franticly cos the radioactive rain was falling in Brisbane in 1955...
(tragic flight 4U 9525)
banging on a door
in vain; in desperation
cries rose franticly;
deaf to all, beyond the door,
he slowly aimed the nose down
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2nd April, 2015
The Sinking of the Cargo Ship, El Faro
The Bible, itself, speaks of the men of the world that go down to the sea in ships
because notably, they see the Hand of God move more than we all,
For in the midst of a storm, these seafaring men cry out with all of their might
to God, Who alone can calm the waters when He hears their fearful call.
What started as a pleasant voyage and one they thought
that they would remember until the day that they died,
became a horrendous nightmare of gigantic proportions
one that took their breath away and caused these strong men to cry.
For unexpectedly they all heard a dreadful loud noise that
they had never heard before which caused the ship’s engines to come to a screeching halt,
franticly they tried over and over again to fix the problem to get back underway
yet they were not able to accomplish it at no one’s, again I say at no one’s fault.
To top this all off, suddenly the wind picked up the waves to 30 and up to 40 feet high or more
and tossed this small ship like a toy in the hands of a child round and round,
the crew wondering if they had to abandon ship would it be at all possible
in a storm like this to be found?
Then wailing was heard from the Captain, himself
as he repeatedly said, “My friends, what have I done”, he cried,
“Why I have plotted a course so close to this storm
and now, our engines, they to have died”!
Yet, some of the men began to remember at last
how their parents had taught them to pray,
but when they had left their homes and went out on their own
they forgot about God till this day.
Lastly, though I cannot be sure and say with certainty
yet I believe most, if not all were eternally saved,
for I believe that these seafaring men called out to the Lord of the storm
and are now in Heaven because He saved them that day!
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
November 9, 2015
Yu march across the table,
so tall, so proud.
Acting as if yu have a voice
booming loud. But yu have no power!
Your a bug can't yu see? Your tiny and
scrawny to which most ppl wud agree.
Yur so brave, so free, kinda funny really.
Here comes the squish of a shoe
as i franticly try to be rid of yu. One hit,
now yur dead. Yur smaller and squished,
blood en guts smeared around yu.
Yur legs have gone a miss.
Yur corpse jus lay there, lifeless and dead.
Yu shudnt have marched tall and proud, yur
no more than a bother. Yu didn't possibly have
power yur a bug dnt yu see? If yu had been
smart, yu wudnt have challeneged me.
(sry I got lazy with my typing...)
What a terrible toxic trip...this dark and devilish dream
Every single turn I take leaves me more disturbed in disbelief
I feel just like a leaf in a violent whirlwind
Franticly my eyes they seek an exit...for me there is no end
I thought I was so manly...a monster made of might
Now I'm longing for the time when I was living in the light
I used to covet the catch of criminals,crooks,and cons
Their mansions forged in madness left me only wanting more
More money and machines
More women,wine,and whiskey...x-rays eyes and x-rated dreams
More power and more problems
More roller coaster rides with risk
I had to pull the trigger on my final terror twist
Everything once good and golden has turned rancid,raw,and ripe
I search for stems and seeds of sin...left scraping that psychopathic pipe
Now I'm longing for the time when I was living in the light
Have I been forgotten? Forgiveness seems so far away
Can I ever be a free man? Will I stay a slave?
Rapid fire now in slow motion
Repeating slow motion suicide
Exsisting in this evil now I give it all to God
Drowning in the darkness in desperation...at wishing wells I wish to die
Now I'm longing for the time when I was living in the light
Sharks they now surround me...appearing from thin air
Serpents slither round me...they all smile and scoff and stare
This place where no one cares
This cold life has been a lie
Now I close my eye lids tight...closed tighter than a coffin
I press my hands together...harder than all the trash that I've been talking
Satan now he stalks me as I take my final breath
Till something just like sunshine creeps inside this dead mans mind
A warmth washes over me...like nothing ever seen
God turns those sharks into sushi
He turns those serpents into string
He sends Satan screaming in the night full of ugliness and unease
He turns my paranoia into peace
Now I walk in a lighted tunnel on that path to paradise
Just like old times but so much better
Now I'm living in the light
Mince Meat Pie No Lie
Oh great! Found that some guy forgot to stipulate
How he knows people hate to wait or set a date
Important enough and already been accentuated
And, would you believe, destroyed, defecated and then defalcated.
Then you had arrived at the problem that could possibly be
While she really scarred the heck out of you as well as me
It happened to be Hillary wearing a wise old owl disguise
Found in boxes bond for Bombay much to my surprise.
She had a not only great idea but one which was ingenious
Like and old oscillating owl had a face being the meanest
And after be shown and while looking at it day by day
Someone started to toot and trump song saying stay away (Not no way Jose'.)
Next thing we found was owls only fly in a single formidable formation
Not knowing if it was done out of inspiration or desolate desperation
After having been found flying over Flint looking for water to be drinking
That is when this itty bitty troubled owl really started to thinking.
Water color seemed so cruddy and glass stood singular and all alone
On shelf while many makeshift people would moan and groan
Which is when Hillary had come up with another idea being so wild
What if we were to begin conducting an experiment of each child.
On their each table several glasses of water they would start to place
To see that when each one would drink who made strangest, oddest face
Then again oddly enough researchers data they did determine to decipher
Answers to questions and observations children had handed over to offer.
Now why would any maniac or moron ever try to seem and become so mean
Who had abused their own bodies and no longer were a health food fiend
Then with their own selves, education and experience became entranced
At abundance of cruddy urine color running down each poor baby's pants.
Franticly and finally many ill-advised answers they had come across
What was decided is that all of it and whole thing had created a lost cause
And after many words were thought of, brought together and they would mince
Those who have minds mixing with their water will meet with lower intelligence.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Like everything else of course there always has to be a catch
Prerequisite for reading this is imagination being able to stretch.
In my shadow I lay dreaming, lucid, like moonlit water gleaming,
I arove away from realms of matter, franticly climbing Jacobs ladder,
I creep through an open door, my soul falls further from the floor,
ascending further from reality, ghostly figures feast upon my tragedy,
I hear a voice that sound repents, an angel guides me from decent,
In this space my mind misplaced, I fly on the wings of an angels grace,
I try to speak but words don't form, ascending faster from the foor,
no turning back to his place of evil, an earthly realm ruled by the beezle,
I feel my senses fade away, as I enter eternity.
If I wake now I shall feel no pain, cold blood pumped though icy veins,
But my sanity would be my curse, in the abyss of a deeper world,
I have reached the end of an endless road, eternal restless light abode,
my spirit expands with violent thrashes, a one way flight the angel crashes,
and from the fire and ghoulish flames, I rise again to take his name,
A new birth upon the earth, he gave his wings I gave my curse,
Now I am an angel with a pact divine, to guide his soul through the sands of time,
until the sands of time run dry, and Upon my wings he flies.
I.
The dragonfly drops.
Sunshine glimmers on its
diamond wings.
II.
Unlike the black cricket,
sweet muse of the night,
no dragonfly sings.
III.
The dragonfly skips
on crystalline, still water
deftly tracing endlessly echoing rings.
IV.
A monk would say:
Dragonflys are what they are
one should not compare them to things.”
V.
Let your eye become
the dragonfly’s glassy eye.
Gain sight that is shiny and reflecting.
VI.
I fly low with the dragonfly
above a sunflower meadow.
Small children are laughing.
VII.
A dragonfly skates perfect
circle eights around the star
that appears first every evening
VIII.
The dragonfly tiptoes across
a golden rose.
Young lovers are seen wedding.
IX.
The dragonfly waltzes with the rain
in an ocean blue sky that shines
after the thunder and lightning.
X.
The wind suddenly shifts--
the dragonfly is cast into summer.
Moments are franticly fleeting.
XI.
On a clear moonlit night
the dragonfly did not fly.
The world continued dreaming.
XII.
In the spring, the dragonfly
will rise above burnt ashes
to reclaim heights worthy of soaring.
XIII.
Chasing the dragonfly
uniquely unveils the masterful mystery,
of what it means to be living.
Tiffany Ragsdale-2009
To my eyes that befriends assumptions art,
Of seeing what the mind wants me to see,
Blink now and tell me that my lover's heart,
Will not wander and walk away from me.
Bitter beyond beliefs, her heart I blame,
Of breathing thoughts; romance with other men.
Giving my all, gambling this guilty game...
A sin with-in I'll never seem to win.
Flowers of April showers fall to grass,
As franticly I frown myself the fool.
Yet after years would grow upon the glass,
She would reveal her dark unfaithful wool.
Now numb and void, I always will perceive,
To be or not to be what I believe.
He still hears the screams
The violins shrills
The repetition every morning
every night
all day….
He begins to rock his body back and forth
He then stops and breathes
He then whispers
Why is god such cruel being?...!!!
Why can someone who’s admired by all
Torture someone so relentlessly?
His dilated eyes begin to look around the room franticly
His body shakes
He tries to stand up to go to the door
He cant
He can’t move his entire body
His heart begins to pump faster
He starts to scream
Heelllo ummm someone Hello
The door opens
Then There stands a woman with blood all over clothes
She smiles at him and points to his legs
He looks down
his legs are gone
Bandages are wrapped over his thighs
He then passes out from exhaustion and stress
Then to wake up to the
The violins shrills
The repetition every morning
every night
all day….