Best Hyperactive Poems
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chatty squirrel chitter
squawking frolicking standing
on his hind legs sits
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While in its paws he
handles something he dug out
underground left in
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autumn blend grasses
squirrel sitting eating hazel-
nuts that he's dug up
written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Number one James Edward Lee Sr poem for the week of March 26th through March 31 2022
RUSH
AS the shallow, thoughts flowing in hallow
I sink in and drawn on the ocean
Assorted feelings in a slow, experiencing both high and low
I am my own cheerleader, lengthening my span
I accuse my own belief, for society thought me as a brief
It was just a wrong discernment, biased on illusion
I stand out and sniff, truth searching mountains to cliff
Liberty of the soul, non-silent unlike the owl
Both the ultimate truth and wisdom locked in asylum
Melody to my mind troubles on problem
Adding up, drip drop, coffees on mug and cup
Hyperactive, low mood at the same time
Questions, fragment thoughts feeling guilty on no crime.
Grave face, life’s pace, loss of trace
The dice mess, destiny place, it’s just the life’s rush race
The Hyperactive Stranger At Bristle Grocers WHERE'S THE BEEF - A Narrative Poem
One day at a grocery shop,
I met a man selling meats,
For the money, he wanted to swap,
But I wanted some wheat.
"Got any wheats?" asked I.
"For that's how I'll spend my money."
"No ears of wheat here!" said the guy.
He seemed to find it quite funny.
"We've got some lovely cakes,
I'll give you an excellent price."
"I'd rather have some steaks."
The man blinked rapidly thrice.
The man seemed exceptionally brainy,
And his manner was strangely amused.
He wasn't what I would call zany,
The great disdain he noticeably oozed.
Like others, he thought I was odd,
Some say I'm a bit hyperactive.
Still, he gave me a courteous nod,
As if he thought I was plenty reactive.
So in search of my goal I departed,
But before the grocery shop could I leave,
The man came running full-hearted,
"I can help you, I believe."
"Veggies, kinds of wheat, you shall find.
Cakes, hakes, you can get.
You must now open your mind,
And get down to Bristle Grocers Market.
WHERE'S THE BEEF?
So to Omaha Beef, I decided to go,
In search of the meats, I craved.
The winds it did eerily blow.
But somehow, I felt that the day I could be saved.
There were stalls selling meats,
everywhere were cut Chuck Roast, Ribs steaks in many shades.
Chop them up veggies and meats
Time for stew and pot roast
7/9/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
My little granddaughter
Being hyperactive
Slow in talking
Sometimes a bit burden
But slowly we find the reason and love in her
She likes catoons and watches it
Everyday every minute free
She is learning foreign language herself
She speaks out of tune
And we respond with another language
Our mother tongue instead
She listens to us and try to understand
But we never listen to her and just feel strange
Until one day she starts to speak fluently
To act and to dance humorously
Oh
She is so cute and cuddly
Finally we find love in her
But much later than she found in us
Similarly
God love us before we love Him
So
Do find love in Him
And love Him forever
The boy was as quiet as a viper
Often talkative and very hyper
One thought crossed another
Another topic intercepted the other.
Running…Running…Racing thoughts
Too…Too..many to be caught.
He jumped and jived that young little boy
He sure had ways to actively annoy!
Poor little fellow…they gave him pills
To settle him down and stay still!
“He lacks attention!”
“He needs detention!”
That’s what they thought and said
About the boy’s mind and head!
In a closet, I was found
Needing a break from all sound
Too much activity going round
Twisting…turning…spinning ground!
Needing a quick fast break
From the young boy – for my sake!
Years later, I come to observe and ponder
Is there such thing as ADHD I do wonder!
There is no such thing
A-Ring-A—Ding-Ding
Sound the bells! Ring the alarm
ADHD does NO harm!
Oh why…Look! That’s the charm
Straight from the “Funny Farm!”
Young boy was clearly misunderstood
By friends and neighbors from the ‘hood!
The boy was loaded with a lust for life
In love with living – though some may strife!
Too much wonders…too much to see
To much discover…too much for he…
To contain himself as others desired him to be!
Such an overload – such great lust for world and life
Mis-taken by many creates a strife!
An overflow of thoughts sputter out
Without refrains…without a doubt!
Overwhelming excitement bursts out loud!
Slow down – little boy…slow down!
The pill is there to help you ground…
To steady your pace…and settle your feet
To not burn-out by the kindled heat
Of your passionate lust for life and world!
You’re all right…You are just fine!
May you win many friends when you unwind
Your lust for life, your running thoughts and hasty mind…•