Best Nerves Poems

My fingers fly fast on the typewriter keys.
I'll leave her a note, my land-lady to please.
We've had some long talks as we wait for our men,
and she doesn't know when she will see hers again.
Mine's coming home and I'm traveling to meet him.
I know he's...

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It's like a flamin' maze out here
where I'm looking for a name,
where hawthorn hedges line the fences,
and the crossroads look the same.

I'm up and down seems every road;
I've criss-crossed east to west,
as well as going north to south,
where I am cannot be guessed.

I've been through...

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WHEN NERVES AND PULSE CONGEST

Tender are the days brushed with thoughts of light
when yesterday rolling, rolling are the tears...
Jagged nerves and pulse congest in colliding repair,
they... rise to roar beams and rays of medley grace.
Glitters of gold and red cartwheel slow on my face,
I, before...

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It was the night of
The first seventh grade
Band concert
I had to play the timpani
For the last song.
I was terrified that
I would mess up
Everybody would hear
Nobody would forget
I looked at the first person
Who came into my mind.
I didn’t know why.
I thought he was irritating
And I’d never...

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You want to know what annoyeth me? Let me count the ways!
I could weave a veritable tapestry of all my aggravations, mostly in 
light and deep crimson hues which signify the violence in my Heart.
Easily I could write a novel that reads like a laundry...

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Went to treat my nerves
Will come back in the morning
Drunk tender horny...

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My heart is pounding out of my chest,
I need a minute to catch my breath.
I keep focusing on points of stress,
Rather than seeing myself in a place of rest.

I’m really trying to make this happen,
Make a life out of my passion.
My heart is heavily racing,
Like...

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Thumbs wiggling on east wing, backstage
lines skipped like a broken record
with trails of script on hand, sweat poured,
pale rose-in-waiting was I on moist page

Theater brimmed as crowds filled seats, agaped 
bright spotlights roamed, my eyes rehearsed the words;
thumbs wiggling on east wing, backstage
lines skipped like...

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A quiet morning_
broken by rebounding sounds
Exhaust backfiring....

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Not wanting to make anyone nervous,
pandemics can be unsettling enough
without economic and political surprises,
inconvenient systemic insights,
more expansive circles of empathy
positively impressing 
more than negative deep
steep hierarchies
practicing neglectful shallow sympathy
for Others
remaining NonMothers
on distant drowning pagan shores.

These government checks 
that come and go in the mail
or by...

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Nerves of Steel

Diana Rigg
Was in an Avenging gig.
As Emma Peal
She had nerves of steel....

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Nerves in a jar, my life is a mess
I hurt form this world as my poem suggests
Cut from a rose that smells no more
Healing like a dove thats flown shore to shore
What became of our love thats anybodys guess
We forgot about thinking, now about what...

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In my youth a starring role
as fair Titania in Shakespeare's play.
Learning my lines was my goal.
Remembering them all who could say.
Rehearsals went along at a pace.
Costume donned with pan stick face.

Oberon hissed in my ear.
Before entrance on the stage.
Something about "making it clear".
I looked at...

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the mundane

nerves all ajangle
stomach knots to untangle
that life once well known
is not playing well at home
builds many obtuse angles

dealing with mundane
each day turning out the same
no bomb exploding
weapons which we are loading
reflects life become too tame

too much day to day
preparedness goes astray
need to stay alert
so...

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A CUPPA TEA

A cuppa tea for my confused cluttered mind,
A cuppa tea to rest and try hard to unwind,
A cuppa tea  for our beings to merely cleanse,
A cuppa tea please, I have just been fined!

Tea is universal whatever the flavour,
Thus each cuppa tea has...

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