Best Hysteria Poems
hexagonal hysteria - but a single-minded beauty
Written February 21st, 2016
For Linda's Monoku #8 (SEE or FEEL) Contest
Strawberry Fields Forever
I have used words and phrases from the Beatles song
‘Strawberry Fields Forever’ in order to create the
Desired effect in this poem.
How beautiful it must be,
Let me take you down,
Just you and me,
For no one else is
In my tree!
Misunderstanding is easy
If you live with eyes closed,
You see,
Nothing is then real,
Why become someone
Who is trying hard to feel,
It doesn’t matter
Much to me.
Why get upset if nothing is real,
Why get hung about it,
I know when it’s a dream,
Nothing is real,
For me does seem,
That it’s all wrong,
But I think…no ... yes,
My thoughts are strong,
As I think I disagree
I want to be free,
So I’m going to Strawberry Fields,
But as nothing is real,
I don’t want to yield,
And become a buffer zone,
A human shield!
Strawberry fields Forever was
Inspired by The Salvation Army
Children’s Home,
Where young ones were safe,
And protected and did not
Have to roam,
This song was recorded in
Nineteen sixty seven,
Fans thought Strawberry
Fields Forever, was just heaven!
If we look through the
Lens of LSD as did the Beatles,
Sure that John Lennon later,
Turned to needles,
This ‘avant tout’ group thought,
No-one was up their tree,
“Are we a group that is genius,
Or are we crazy or seamless?
We merely see differently to others,
To the world’s sisters and brothers.”
The Beatles were so cutting edge,
For their time,
Mass hysteria from young girls,
And some boys,
Parents and grandparents
Were wary of the influence
Of these young men,
With no poise,
Who made a lot of noise!
This Beatles song was considered
As one of the
Greatest pop songs,
Ever recorded
Throngs,
Of people ever present
When ever the Beatles were
So much as just mentioned!
“Woe is me,” when football season closes
Crimson Tide lost in a sea of roses
Tampa Bucs, Tide, Seminoles
To “off” my remote just strolls
I’ll use TM for football osmosis
My Coach Bowden-signed football is glass-encased
How do I endure the trauma I’ve faced?
With my pompoms cast aside
“Six-month drought!” I cried
“It would hurt less to have my face replaced.”
*Entry for Susan’s “Drama Queen” contest.
Under the night's black
my dream cloud is a sanctum
where she always hides
You construct my scorn
bleed my anger, grit my teeth
you are dead to me
Blackened manifest
whispers seep from unseen souls
demons not angels
Echoes in the dawn
shadows among the sunrise
the monsters appear
Armageddon's strike
sky crumbles, smithereens die
twenty twelve? No. NOW
Look away from dark
it penetrates heart and soul
raven's eye means death
This is not a conversion disorder
There is nothing like numbness,
I can touch the report
I can feel the calender on my table
Not even blindness
Because i can see the list
Of things am met to spend
These few dollars i risk for
Don't even give it a thought
My muscles are functioning
I have been working for thirty days
I have been working on reports
While posting poems on PS
That sweeps my internet
Its just a choice disorder
I am loosing control
On my priorities
I am running mad over this tax
These workers drink electrify
Like elephants
There throats have rust on them
Hell No! Noisy bobs are back
For holidays, ready!!
To beg for their sweets justice
And holiday work help
Yet I paid their teachers
And the shameless landlord
Who brings his long beak
After smelling chicken on my stove
Knowing am now paid
Started coughing hard last night
For to remember 30TH is here
How do they call them
Insurance thugs or what?
Cant i just drive my car?
Are you gods to predict fate?
Then this government tax
Which makes those hippos
Break or plastic chairs on parties
Look at the city vendors
who shout at me
Uncle buy this
Dad buy this
Shut up are we clan mates?
These employs
You fire this, he incarnates in that
Same begging, same laziness,
Same excuses
All merciless keep peeping
In my office to measure
My disability to pay so that they call a strike
And this noisy woman
No salt, No food,
No sugar, soup,
No..hair
No...make up
No Sex!
Did I create 30TH
Or the fate of 31TH
These dollars i hold in my hands
Are invisible
I have worked hard
For those eating much they labor not for
I cant even pay myself on it
I i do someone will shout!!!
Till i go for a bank loan
And every one will smile
On 1st thanking me
For becoming poor
And making them rich
As they tell me stories of drinking themselves foolish
And cheat on their wives with strippers
As i remember
How i paid the last coin
To the church
For crying my tears in their pews
Its all i get
Hysteria at the end of the month
Without further ado
i offer my literary missives anew
fur ye to ponder and brew
from meister mwm of his motley crue,
whom dwells in a nada very complex edifice
which numb burr oof offspring equals deux
whereby this spouse i.e me kind of resembles an emu
whence money a edified reader considers
dis goy wit sum brain cells 2 few
chomped on by an carnivorous elder gnu
and said two female progeny sired
from one ova plus super seminal glue
swimming swiftly via viscous hue
genetic heritage comprised predominantly Jew
with one late uncle lou
who himself a milch cow and frequently did moo
which found me to rue
what comprises reality to be true
that all humans originated from the primate zoo.
*****Sapiens Sale hums lot
witnessed vicious thermal winds that blew
thick mass of cremated ashes
across rubble strewn,
and severely cratered landscape!
The devil made mince meat
as like one huge lumbering ogre
and grim reaper
rolled up into one
not so jolly green giant did slay
good will to all men,
and spat out pox with an emphatic nay
triumphing over godly salvation
using eponymous accursed pitchfork
made merry and rolled in the hay
simultaneously sneering out in delight
at wanton death and decay
whereby civilization forever mutilated
perforated said spindled
and inappropriately sensually fondled
world wide web structure
where once proud arm strong spikes radiated
now sundered in total chaotic disarray!
If we are a breed of beings,
Species of like doings-
In the Milky Way
Why not be that today?
Have I turn a bat
Lost my light of the frat
Or a Braconid
To my kind?
Why the abrupt repellency
To the unfolding literacy
How will I feed my stance
Upon the extinct of other hands?
Why the weighed loathsome
The infinite gruesome
Of my phylum-
Within my kingdom?
What's with the conscription,
The circumscprition-
Of liberty
Stamping it in entirety?
What's with the thirst of a fuehrer,
The ***** conceit of the other-
To weightily parti pris
And indulge in an hostility spree?
Can I not be mindful of the Scythrops,
Make of their trait crops,
That will acculturate
Rather than berate?
Can I not be for the domain,
My essence extended to the terrain,
Express compassion without pain
And adore for no gain?
Instead, I lushed
To hike mass agitative state,
That deludes the mind
Of my kind-
To prey on their own.
Little known virus billed with hype
is much like the elusive snipe
look for clues and bilk mysteria.
COVID-19 is a blight
take your temperature, dispel fright
combat the urge of hysteria.
Cancellations? don't groan and gripe
take wise advice to wash and wipe
learn CDC’s criteria.
Counter laziness, use your might
raise your normal household fight
reduce viruses, bacteria.
Social distancing is an archetype
of honest help instead of tripe
Heed experts in your area.
Apply intentional foresight,
Observe limits with sweetness and light
Thank God this is NOT malaria.
March 16, 2020
Mass Hysteria Horn Limerick
Mass hysteria might be miniscule
Unless like Trump you are a fool
Not knowing what he wants to do
Being dimwitted one of the few
Has hard time maintaining cool.
Sure sounds like Trump to me.
Jim Horn
Sheila is thirteen
So everything is worst scenario
Woe is me
Consistent melodrama
No one likes me
Everyone hates me
This pimple is the size of a barn
Hashtag I am a failure
We all tried to encourage her
Especially me
I am her grandma
This is my job
We could not get her out of this thirteen-year-old-girl mode.
No matter what.
I am ugly! Sheila whined.
Hysteria, her hamster gave her the thumbs up.
She stared for about two seconds
Then we all started laughing
And it was over
Hysteria always knows what to do.
"50 Words for Poe: Hysteria"
Incantation to you
Manifesting the Phantom
with the Hysteria Paroxysm Blues
Hellfire Club got nothin’ on you
Hot hysteria paroxysms
flying on your broom
a whole new world
Black cat purrs
You, the catnip for this girl
https://youtu.be/boQ9ytantA0
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
https://youtu.be/ETIPuORrPyo
“I put a spell on you”
“Little gusts of sunshine blew, strangely bright, and lit up the celandines at the wood's edge, under the hazel-rods, they spangled out bright and yellow. And the wood was still, stiller, but yet gusty with crossing sun. The first windflowers were out, and all the wood seemed pale with the pallor of endless little anemones, sprinkling the shaken floor. 'The world has grown pale with thy breath.' But it was the breath of Persephone, this time; she came out of hell on a cold morning. Cold breaths of wind came, and overhead there was an anger of entangled wind caught among the twigs. It, too, was caught and trying to tear itself free, the wind, like Absalom. How cold the anemones looked, bobbing their naked white shoulders over crinoline skirts of green. But they stood it. A few first bleached little primroses too, by the path, and yellow buds unfolding themselves.” D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover
What about China?
When they compel you to stay home,
imposing cloaks on nature's beauty
as a fellow friend becomes a foe
and the media unhorsed propaganda
Can we all all ask
what about china?
When old Brit's prime minister
masked tyranny by orders
confining millions to solitude
for the fear of his fickle frame
susceptible to the Wuhan's scourge
can we all ask,
what about China?
When confused men make projections
to feed the greed of the tech giants
or to maintain the cult of the pharmacy
as the media control our lives
as we surrender our freedom to fear
can we all ask
what about China?
So fast was the manipulations
so wide did it spread
so gullible were we all without reasons
to ascent to the communist schemes
who will ask my questions?
Are they clear of the scourge, and we are not?
Can we all ask
what about China?
Communism mocks you all
Perestroika and glasnost seeks revenge
so while your media makes the rouse
as ignorant men speculates,
turning humans to masked animals
obfuscating nature's beauty
can we all ask,
what about China?
Movies these days are filled with violence
Perhaps one reason for this rash of mindlessness
Pushes one over the edge
When already on the ledge
Perhaps one reason for these mass killings we all dread
Trump Mass Hysteria Horn Limerick
Mass Hysteria might be miniscule
Unless like Trump you are a fool
Next never now what he will do
Can't imagine be a fighting few
Who weirdness together wants to pool.
Sounds like Trump Supporters to me.
Jim Horn
Bewildering panic
Consumes me
Feeling the pounding
Of my racing heart
On the edge of insanity
Falling to my death
Yet I continue down this
Path of self destructiveness
To resurrect the corpse
That lives inside me
Running in circles
No way out of the maze
Of deception and lies
In which I am trapped
Reality blurred
Living in a fantasy
Only an illusion of escape
Never breaking free
Looking in the mirror
But, ignoring the truth
That's staring back at me