Best Mental Case Poems
Well....since you asked...
I'll tell you now, no run around,
my letter is found
right in the middle,
in fact it starts
the "middle" word,
so it's no riddle...
if you can spell!
It has two humps,
and they are round
They form a well...
It comes just past
the "H", the "I", the "J", and "L" ...
"M" stands for ME!
"M" is the one that fits me best
It makes me munch on little things...
I'm known for liking M' and M's!
And mistletoe, and midnight strolls
And M's are known for loving food (mmmm!)
I'm also known to multi-task!
And bask in all my memories!
I'm Mrs. Mom, and love the madness...
(the mobs who make this place a mess! )
I'm a mental case...just ask my man!
Not meddlesome, and rarely mute
When I get mushy, he thinks it's cute!
I'm moody too...and sometimes mad!
But mostly mellow is my mantra !
Morning is my time of day...
But moonlight, too, can make me swoon
I'm filled with mirth, and mischief too
I've meandered with misfortune's moods
But I'm mindful of the miracles
I love good movies, and music too!!
Will marvel at a magic view
I can mend a fence, and mentor you
And hope to keep my muse in tune
I'll share my M' and M's with you
So,... won't you share your Q's ?!!!
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Inspired By Nancy's Alphabet Soup Contest
Categories:
mental case, life, me, love, me,
Form:
Rhyme
I have a superhero;
his name is Pickett Tupp.
Before you count to zero,
he'll have picked it up.
Grandpa could have hurt his neck
but Pickett, super guy,
picked the peel up from the deck
where Junior let it lie.
I've another super friend;
her name's Poteeta Whey.
If it's out, you can depend
it's rightly put away.
When some kids can't find their stuff
they're like a mental case.
But she'll find it, sure enough,
because it's in its place.
From New Year's to December,
you'll always make Mom's day,
if you will just remember
Pickett Tupp and Poteeta Whey.
Categories:
mental case, child, children,
Form:
Quatrain
*** Black Snow Storm ***
I’m blacker and madder and more than Hell I be bringin’ ya,
I’m a ****ed up assailant,
Mental-case mercenary hell bent,
Simultaneous and concurrent, I’m yo danger and yo savior.
But I’m real, and tangible, and do things unimaginable.
On the inside and ominous, searing truth burns my existence,
In the cold empty blanks of loathing inspired shadows,
Darkness manifests completely, as only I the one who knows.
Buried in denial, a Black Snow Storm of persistence.
Mad viral runaway,
Reaper-tagged, body bagged,
Peacefully performed, daily is as dooms a day.
Sicker than a mange’d up, street livin’ dog,
Fraudulent, Arrogant, Intelligent, and robbed.
Hustled by humanity, dignity straight-up jacked,
It’s parted-out and shipped out and neva comin’ back.
Crazy muthu****in razor bladed Snowflake,
Cold steeled touched be tight, and straighter-edged unique.
I’m in yo face, and in yo space,
An breathing stank leathelality,
Cuz crazy is as crazy does and I’m yo new reality.
I’m blacker than a ninja,
Trackin’ like a laza,
Murder-edged, star throwin’,
Life takin’ playa.
Fueled by the mental,
Conflicted, festering failure,
The whip-saw cracked, manic sized, consequential behavior,
The ease of mind is nowhere found, the truth be nothin’ gentle.
Snowflake driven, horrifying maelstrom,
Anarchist, Nihilist, devastating and then some.
Black Snowstorm blinded ya, and buried everything you know,
Snowflaka’ made it happen,
An unrelenting blizzard, of Black as coal Snow.
*** By djDiZZasteRR (AKA Brian Bauer) ***
Categories:
mental case, rap,
Form:
Lyric
A Prophecy
John Grisham was rejected by 28 publishers
Before he sold “A Time to Kill”
But because he didn’t say “What the hell”
His books have sold over 275 mil.
Maya Angelou was once a whore
But she wanted to write and sing
When haters were speaking she wasn’t listening
And in 1993 she sang before a king.
Paul Laurence Dunbar was the son of a slave
Wrote his brilliant masterpieces at the elevator door
Determined not to listen to the white man because he wanted more
Now he is an example of greatness for the writing poor.
Tyshawn Nicole Knight was once a mental case
She wrote poetry on the floors in the psych ward
But, she never gave up, she struggled and worked hard
Now she is a publisher and her writers have gone far.
Categories:
mental case, black african american, destiny,
Form:
Ballad
Song Bird Sang Soft Sweet Refrain
While we went for ride on a train in Spain,
Single song bird sang a soft, sweet refrain;
We would yearn,
One day to return;
Our soul and spirit forever there did remain.
Jim Horn
Always would make me wonder,
What below earth is down under,
And above lightening and thunder;
Having been born from a blunder;
God saved those who were put asunder.
Greet Then Desire to Meet
Many people we eventually did meet;
Each of them we had wanted to greet;
Were incorrigible,
And deplorable;
What we had read in a Trump tweet.
Trump knew Flynn had lied and most
of his supporters were losers. The rest
were loyal Republicans.
Jim Horn
Fine Poem Is Mine
Did discover each poem was forever fine,
And poets did define them as being mine;
Have been behooving,
An experience moving;
Are divine and can read while you do dine.
Chase A Mental Case Out of Office
Found incorrigible has been Trump's base;
Our President we found with an ugly face;
Had orange hair,
And hard to bare;
Out of office should chase the mental case.
To Trump Should Propose
Why anyone in right mind Trump chose,
This I personally would like to propose;
Do get rid of,
And out shove;
Lies made him grow a gargantuan nose.
The truth will make us free and free up
a lot of things.
Personally Are Petrified
With Trump we are personally petrified;
Looks like as usual he has lied and lied;
Low does stoop;
A nincompoop;
On a rail out of office force him to ride.
With Trump we surely should denounce,
And weigh all of the bull by each ounce;
Item collected,
And misdirected;
On all of his stupidity start to pounce.
By God me again He personally directed;
Check out tax returns and have inspected;
We must admit,
Is half of a wit;
So sadly Trump as prisoner was selected.
After Trump being President for short while;
On him should see what they have on file.
To God Devoted
To God I always have been devoted;
Received with honor and promoted;
I was wishing,
To go fishing;
Down river with him I have boated.
Jim Horn
Categories:
mental case, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick
I believe in the
Power that exudes from the
Very pores of love
A shroud if you will
Or if you won't, we'll not be
Assimilated
Rather be weaving
On a cellular level
To protect and serve
Some call it Sunday morning
Fellowship others may keep
Score with sweet karma
might look like a buck
For the one legged junkie
Down on the corner
Click each day for free
On the rain forest website
Hug a tree a day
Teachers know the way
Adopt a pet /plant /orphan
Doctors volunteer
Maybe dance naked
Beneath the silver full moon
love has many names
Love your neighbors all
Green with envy got the blues
Pink pink you just stink
Bless the mental case
Pity on all the poets
And we're all poets
Oh! those that deny
Clueless 'cause of the brainwash
They don't even know
Long lost forgotten
land of the TV worship
Too lazy to know
Call it what you like
Grateful to be your partner
You know who you are
Categories:
mental case, inspirational
Form:
Haiku
When my friend and I finally got chicks, they decided to leave us.
My friend's name is Butt-Head and my name is Beavis.
I thought that I was pregnant even though I'm a boy.
Because Butt-head and I are stupid, people get annoyed.
I become the Great Cornholio when I eat too much sugar.
I'm actually a mental case who eats his own boogers.
When Butt-Head and I meet chicks, we're sure to sexually harass.
And if you have a teenage daughter, you'll end up kicking my ass.
If you meet us face to face, we're sure to cause great anxiety.
We are both juvenile delinquents who are threats to society.
Don't come near us or you'll get so mad that you'll cuss.
You will be happy and better off if you stay away from us.
(Inspired by the hit cartoon that was created by Mike Judge.)
Categories:
mental case, funny, humor, parody,
Form:
Rhyme
Once upon a time
On a plateau
In a French hiding place
because in my opinion somebody wrote some cheques
that kept bouncing back
soo much happened
and my father my mother said
was an ostrich
with his head in the sand
but what did she know
She left when we were kids
and seems to know nothing of the reasons why the coal mine shut down
and the cripples and accidents
and the truth of the terror
I'm about to reveal
But now there is no turning back
A grease monkey
Hard hat
Slip of footing
Six feet someone sings today
Isn’t too far
But you know what?
That accident left my grandpa in a coma
A blood clott in his brain
And never knew anything
of how my grandma
On her way to visit him in the hospital
got into a car accident
break failure
Highway 40
Slippery roads
Paraplegic
Years go by
Nothing the same
Grandpa doesn’t know me
Never did
Never knew my name
Or called me on my birthday
I don’t know how he would have felt if he knew I was gay
He owned planes
And airplane hangers
Tools of every kind
And with his broken brain
and dent in the middle of his forehead
My step grandma
Changed his will
and gave everything to my dads step sisters
leaving out his blood relatives
And my dad
pays lawyers
To fight for what is right
I haven’t figured out the life lesson
But I’m not sure if that dent
That soft spot
In his bald head was truly from a fall
I know this sounds paranoid
But what do you expect from a mental case
Who ended up in a mental institute
Running away from pretty much the maffia who murdered 3 of my friends
It was always weird being around grandpa
Remembering him when I was young
The last memory I have of him
Is him telling me yelling at me while I was laughing drinking apple juice
And my dad took me home
and then a little while later came the mysterious fall
Now all this
The twist of how unfair life is
Removed from a will
Because of a woman
who gave everything to my dads evil stepsisters
At the funeral I should have been a pole bearer
Instead in disgust
I couldn’t cry because
There were these strangers doing it
Who didn’t know my grandfather at all
Categories:
mental case, confusion, death, life, people,
Form:
Free verse
I sing loud in my mumble
On serious matters i struggle
Mind wild like savannah jungle
It spurs jumbled thoughts
That regress in jerks and fumbles.
My presence to you is a disgrace
Im an outcast i am a mental case
Is it because i spoil in my own dress?
Is it because i toil in restless race?
Chasing after things im running from.
I have feelings you understand not
My brain is simply a melting pot.
Am chained but my mind is not
Im pained deep in thoughts
Tears drop in smile like an open tin
Pendulum of mood like a chameleon skin
Perdition like the worst of sin.
They say to the spiritual battle am a no winner
For devil dug deep to reside inner.
Holy hyssop wash to cleanse me cleaner
Oh, im a perfect abstract art
I reflect my badly soiled heart
A victim to my leaking mind
Dripping thoughts normals can't find.
Amidst all, our God still blesses
He showers the same amount of graces
Whether we captured in net of mental cases
Your love soothes my relentless mind paces.
Categories:
mental case, africa, anxiety, feelings, prejudice,
Form:
Couplet
The world aint fall on me but from me it ran away got me walkin down a lonely road looking
for some better days I know it just a phase but I hope it hurry up and end because I feel like
my head in a eternal spin again and again I think its about to stop then it starts to spin even
faster than I thought happiness can not be bought and wind can not be fought as I try to find
a safe place before I become just a thought the only break in the silence is a cough which
pushes the people farther and farther away as if I was walking astray but it’s the world that’s
running away which I find my self trying to chase looking for something to embrace before I
become a mental case I know its not all about race because its everyone going away to
civilization im like a loose ape and I chase everyone away so I hope from day to day that I
will find better times but from day to day its just a world wide chase looking for a better day
and way to keep my mind straight as the World I Chase
Categories:
mental case, lifeday, me, world, day,
Form:
Faint bubbles of ache twinge amidst the froth
Steps cause trips to be carefully guided
But a bricked fall would waist the pain of pace
So weight continues to race pain faced shock
Grimaces speckle the shock one sided
And grace stops hiding from the hate of shape.
A mental case of cause and effect paused
Farce and neglect charged like loss of respect
Swinging at random gusts of wind, fate stands
A pierce that disenchants frozen thought thawed
A pulsating twinge gnawing at regret
Paused an effect and cause both speak demands.
Froth guides the shock of pace shaped one sided
Fate stands as loss of respect thaws regret
Demands then pause a pierce that swings in farce
Neglect effects grace and stops pain felt faint
A simple case of bubbles aches and stress
Yet through aches through stress bubbles always fart
A mental case of bunion and wretchedness...
Categories:
mental case, humor,
Form:
Free verse
Trump Big Idiot
Trump big idiot rapidly is becoming,
And below 60 intelligence is summing;
Careless mental case,
Who is way off base;
Out of him at all expect exactly nothing.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Categories:
mental case, allegory, analogy, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
im criminally insane, ive got alot on my brain, my life's down the drain, and im riding a train. the ghost has been slain, im using a cane, to walk on this gravel, and escape from the crane. the world is corrupt, and thrown into bane, ive taken more walks, down memory lane, than i care to admit, its left such a stain, nothing to lose, and so much to gain. i jump out the plane, im wrapped in a chain, i wish i could train, but life is so plain. i walk between rain, i have so much pain, im so far from sane, my life is so small, as small as a grain. if i told you, that life was dark, i was born in the world, so i could leave a mark, i have soulless eyes, but not like a shark, ive been driving for years and still nowhere to park. what if i said, that life was scary? if fantasy is real, then im no fairy, i don't care about cheese, but i do love the dairy, there is no smooth ride, when life is so hairy. the end of the world, is coming near, i have to admit, that the future is clear, i reek of essence, the essence of fear, ive been driving so long, i forgot how to steer. ive been trapped, in this place, i cant defend, my mental case, for years to come, a lonely face, its time to be done, and finish the race.
Categories:
mental case, art,
Form:
ABC
Big Idiot Becoming
Big idiot Trump is becoming;
Below 60 intelligence is summing;
Such a mental case,
Who is way off base;
Of all knows most about nothing.
Jim Horn
Categories:
mental case, allegory, analogy, political,
Form:
Limerick
Do you hear me now, now that I'm crying
Each tear flooding your life
As if I was your angel of light
Glory doesn't shine on this face
I'm far from the golden touch
Growing up
Sprouted my life to be crazy
Cheering up
Should be easy
Its easier said than done
Look at yourself
You've won
He held her hand
He didn't hold mine
Every friendship I've had
Was a complete lie
Poet or rapper
There's a difference
And it has to do
With personal reference
Love is unfair to the hopeless
They desire affection
But their love don't show it
Convict me as a mental case
Love at first site
I fell in love with your face
Categories:
mental case, me,
Form: