Best My Head Is Spinning Poems
The Dark Side of October
Late October moon is waking, through this cemetery shaking,
shaking as the cold wind breaking, walking ‘neath an old oak tree.
Stones like sentries undertaking, guarding graves as hearts are aching,
aching for the still ones staking, such an eerie sight to see –
dark and dreary, I’m so leery, such an eerie sight to see –
is this but a reverie?
In the graveyard shadows shimmer, dark of night is growing dimmer,
dimmer still without a glimmer, shadows ‘round the old oak tree.
Shadows dancing ever nearer, nearer still and getting clearer,
clearer like distorted mirror, twisting ghastly sight to see –
growing vastly, looming lastly, such a ghastly sight to see –
certainly a reverie?
Piercing sounds are penetrating, ear drums deafening pulsating,
ringing louder, devastating, echoes off the old oak tree.
Echoes bouncing screeching grating, ever louder agitating,
instigating, fears creating, from this ghoulish sight to see –
Am I mulish, maybe foolish, such a ghoulish sight to see –
surely just a reverie?
In the dark my head is spinning, round and round these sights imprinting,
fusing on my brain beginning, questioning my sanity.
All these sights and sounds are weighing, weighing as the ghouls are playing
playing as they do their preying, preying on my vanity –
I am praying, ghouls are swaying, preying on my vanity –
have I lost my sanity?
Eerie night just seems persisting, lasting as my mind is twisting,
waiting for daylight’s assisting, lighting up the old oak tree.
Eerie sights and sounds now fading, dark of night for daylight trading,
light of day is now invading, leaving me to clearly see –
seeing nearly, life so dearly, oh so clearly now I see –
must have been a reverie…..
or have I lost my sanity?
July 26, 2018
I look in the mirror and guess what I see
My green eyes staring back at me
No longer sparkling and full of life
Full of tears from my worry and strife
I long for the days when the tears will stop
But now it’s a constant drip drip drip drop
My head is spinning, my mind in a whirl
I want to be back to a carefree young girl
The last few years have been the worst of my life
I try my best to be a daughter, mother and wife
Please God ease my worries, please set me free
All I want to is to return to just being me
22nd December 2014
THE DITCH BECAME ABYSS:
Collaboration with Tim Smith
When I was here
All the music sang lalala
I only saw your eyes
When you were here
All the words read you you you
and all made sense
When we were here
In a different life, the river flowed
rippling love around us
Now without a we
No longer captured in a breeze
The ditch became abyss
Now without you here
All my days are blue blue blue
and my senses darken too
Now without me here
my head is spinning round round round
no longer seeing out clouded eyes
***
January 4, 2016
Tim Smith
Darren White
What a beautiful, romantic day
Most wonderful day of my life
I soak up the sun, every ray
We're going to be husband and wife
The wedding cake's beautiful but where's the knife?
And where's my dad? He should be here
To give me away, oh my, oh dear!
Oh my God! What a Stag Night
I can't quite remember, what did we do?
Why's there a tattoo on my butt on the right?
And why is half my hair blue?
I'm panicking now about what will ensue
When in the shower blue dye starts to disappear
And the girl's name just dissolves from my rear.
I'm loving the stairs on the cake
A three layer
A triple dare
Of a husband number three
My beautiful day, I swirl for the show
Hubby number three won't be free for a while.
Still puzzling, how did I get here?
A triple trouble stands in front of me
The bachelor party a couple of nights ago
I wish I was free again
The knife in the cake crumbles as the sweet cake is savoured.
As the blushing bride I look all around
My brothers and sisters, eyes open wide
They look at the cake and at the groom frown
But they're smacking their lips but not at the bride
The church doors are locked, everyone is inside
When will the service be over, how long will it take?
Before they can get their hands on that cake.
As the blushing groom I nervously look at a sister
The brothers are scowling, her kids just grinning
Don't think you can back out now mister
My fate is sealed, my head is spinning
The priest calls to order, the service beginning
I glance across at the majestic cake
Like Kilimanjaro no knife could it break.
The wedding day rings dancing on the plate
Waiting to be worn on this forever date
The service ends, the wedding bells still ringing
The now wife and husband each having
A million thoughts running
The groom takes a quick glance at his years of single
The bride not holding back on this mingle.
She loving the stairs on the cake
A three layer, a triple dare
Of a husband number three
He is still puzzling, how he got here
The cake demolished to only one crumb
Just like his chances of being free
My hands are cold,
lips blue.
Baby there's nothing you can do.
My head is spinning,
blood dripping.
When will I see you again?
Bright lights,
people shouting.
Honey tell them I'm trying to sleep.
Loud crying,
people dying.
Baby please don't let it happen to me.
White light,
Last breath.
People screaming,
Flames beaming.
Ashley you're up next.
Tick tock
The clock is ticking
And the world is moving
Can you imagine
How fast can the time be
today
Tick tock
My head is ringing
And my problems is stopping
But my ending
Is just a beginning
Today
Tick tock
I am waiting for tomorrow
Unsure of awaiting sorrow
This time I had borrow
Will never return to me
Again
Tick tock
The clock is ticking
And the world is moving
My head is spinning
While I am loosing
My mind
Tick tock, tick tock
You are gone
You are left alone
You won't see me anymore
Tick tock
There is an end of time
There is an end of the day
And that's is the end
Of everything
Tick tock
It's over now..
Hic, oh my! hic am drunk again,
My head is spinning with pain.
T-was the demon drink
Caught me on the blink.
Somehow ended up in Spain.
12/30/2014
contest A Quintain Christmas
phrase Happy New Year
Numbers hike off of the page
to venture around the walls.
I'm not day dreaming
Im trying to find the answer on the wall
(like any teacher is going to beleive that)
I had the answer. I swear!
Who hired the devil to put letters in math?
And then add fraction bars.
and exponents
and graphs
and functions
.......
who said numbers weren't enought to deal with?
Now it is x-4b over 30*836 all over 370y to the fith.
Im losing my mind,
hunched over letters I cant find
regretting this class,
I'd almost prefer mass.
rembering this class is required
can't wait for this class to retire.
My head is spinning,
dancing around the bonfire of answers,
that is right infront of me.
the point to give up approches.
Tears brimming the full glass eyes,
threatening to spill over.
The consepts are simple,
but when put infront of me,
An unknown language is all I see.
And to answer your question: Yes I am avoiding doing my math while writing this.
~Dedication To All My Poetry Friends~
My head is spinning my ears are ringing my system is living
my singing don't know why I felt like writing with no books
just words to explain my remarkable intentions after meeting
all of you through our poetry.
Although I had average education, that is why when I write poetry
I have only one way of sharing my feelings, and it is the simplest
way, the way I talk casually and I try to be proud of myself, especially
when I read poems written by all of you, such deep words, such smooth
lines, quality, beautiful, rhyming, your writings are pieces of rare art,
and I am flattered and honored to have had the opportunity to be
accepted by all of you.
I had low esteem of myself for not ever trying to force
my dad to allow me to continue my studies well now its too late,
but I can write with pride as I am self educated to write poetry
between thousands of very highly intellectual colleagues.
When I am with everyone of you, I am so impressed by your writing skills
nothing seems impossible our discussions through writing and reading
changed the course of my dreams and added hope for another tomorrow.
When I am with all of you, I feel so fortunate to have met
everyone of you through sharing our poetry and comments
I will look forward for deeper friendships.
When I am reading your poems it awakens in me a stronger
intellectual consciousness.
Thank you for allowing me to have a new life,
with immense happiness.
Terry
5/4/2013
My head is spinning drowning in purple passion perhaps I can fly…
2/24/16
Help me daddy
The child cried out
“I’ve lost my way
She does shout
Help me daddy
I can’t see
Where are you daddy
Please come to me
Help me daddy
I can’t hear
I know you speak
Why aren’t you near
Help me daddy
I’m sinking fast
Muddy quick sand
Is my cast
Help me daddy
My head is spinning
Oh’ this fear
Is surely winning
Help me daddy
I’m going down
I just give up
You won’t come around
Oh well, dear dad
It’s just too late
In this pain
I’ll die, my fate
O’ My beloved child
I tried to help
I heard the first time
That you did yelp
O’ My beloved child
You passed me by
Every time
That you did cry
O’ My beloved child
I died for you
To give you strength
And help you through
O’ My beloved child
I left my word
I paid the price
For all incurred
O My beloved child
I sent my best
I gave you everything
So you could rest!
My heart so aches
For you my child
For by the Enemy
You were beguiled
By the bed
Where you just died
Were all my answers
To the prayers you cried!
Come unto me all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
Matthew 11:28
Tears are screaming..
Soul is bleeding..
Life is shredding..
Body is falling..
As this dark is yelling at me..
As this wind is roaring in my ears..
As this sky is wavering on my head..
As this sand is intruding my feet..
As clouds are crying..
As wounds are shedding blood..
As scars are weeping..
As this dark is making me scared..
As this thunder is killing me..
As this silence is murdering my ways..
As this rain is slaying my body..
As my eyes are burning from pain..
As I'm getting along with this stormy night..
As my head is spinning..
Chaos is cowering..
Heart beat is ending..
As this dagger is incusing lesions on me..
If this is another melody
A song of the sad and blue
It'd do no good to feel sympathy
The same really goes for you
My head is spinning softly
With words I can't comprehend
Thoughts I don't recommend
Memories I'd love to lend
My hands are moving swiftly
I just want the song to end.
I had a mother once, twice, a third would be too much.
A sickly mother with her hands all shriveled, and feet cold.
The fingers were long and the wrists were swollen.
The nails on her, hmmm, not sure. But they were there.
Oh, the layers, after layers, many layers shaping many forms.
My head is spinning!
Is that coffee or tea? I asked.
"No, it's coffee." Someone mentioned from a very far distant. (mother)
"Oh" I responded, to myself, of course.
The days are nice when I can go outside and take a walk.
The swollen wrists, and um those cold feet, shh, the nails, on her_.
How does a rabbit catch A,
a rabbit doesn't, but a squirrel could.
A split at the end with no remorse, has its toll on due course.
Say goodbye mother, until, the rainbow changes its shape.
On the horizon, where summer beaches meet the people half-way.
Did I forget to say, thank you,
never!
I thank you mother and I thank you, I THANK YOU (close the book)
The End (take a bow)
Jealousy runs through my veins
I know that I have tons of brains
Regretting the fact that I'm so selfish
People don't understand me as if I'm talking gibberish
Pre-ch: Throw all of your flawless doubts
Embrace possibilities that open up new routes
Ch: Bring Me Out of the Dark...
Bring me out of the dark...
Please, oh please, I want you back, just don't attack
For you are my freedom park...
You are my highlight of my childhood memories...you were my candle that lit up the dark
The light in which brought me out of the dark
It brought me out of the dark
Seriously, why do I feel this cruel sadness?
My heart is scorching with impure madness
Back away or I will charge like an enraged bull
My head is spinning like the world around me as a whole
Pre-ch
Ch
Sick of reading poetry that brings me down...it's like dreading the fact that you lost your one and only phone
Wishing I can replace my frown and hang it upside down
Feeling like I've been getting out of hand
Longing to find a true friend who will understand
Pre-Ch
Ch
I lost my writings that meant dearly to me
But, write, I must with a heart of creativity
I remove myself from the comfort zone of tension
It's hard to take head of minor or major correction
Pre-Ch
Ch
I abhor the actions of the prideful man who lacks self-control
Haven't he learned to be respectful in his elementary years in school?
What if the world was overflowing with zealous and considerate people?
Clearly, the world prefers competition over an attitude of gratitude that's nonjudgmental
Pre-Ch
Ch
Bridge: Ooh ooh ooh
For I love you and all you do
I will try not to take advantage of you
If you want my help, I will be there
All of the family's burdens I will bear
I really want to be understood like you
It's hard to find my voice these dark days,
Drowned out in the waves of a million lies
Left with only one clue...who knew...
I would end up like you, but I have sympathy towards you
If we both want freedom and acceptance,
We all must struggle and work together
I know we all feel like our responsibilities double...we should stay true to our divine resemblance
Dispose of all worthless emotions for a moment and be the listener -
No matter what happens,
Light will outshine the dark - the light wins