Best Off The Deep End Poems
Smoke Rings
If she wanted to stay he would make her a place,
for he loves ev'rything that she is,
and he'd willingly give all the world and the stars
for her love--if they only were his.
But he likes it alone, and in silence he knows,
if he wants, he can talk to the moon,
or hear voices at bars, or the children he loves,
and if wanting to go--he'll go soon.
Or to stay if he choose, for the night is still young,
but she's there, and he's wanting to say
all the words in his heart--but he's holding them back
and the night is much colder than day.
So he goes to someone who's no danger to ways
though he smiles, he is really not there
and he wants to forget, but he wants to live on,
if she stays or she goes, he will care.
And the one he is with, sees the love in his eyes,
and she knows it's not hers anyway,
but the ones' who was late, and the one who will go,
and the one he will never let stay.
If he asks and she stays, he'll go off the deep end,
and he knows she loves silence--as he;
and she stays for a while, til the silence is deep,
and the end is the end that must be.
But she looks at the floor when he wants her to see,
and she goes when he wants her to stay,
but the words are not there, and he watches her go,
with the thought that it must be this way,
but he smiles in his heart--for he's known her at least,
and he's loved--and has found love is good,
and the end that he feared, he prevented in life,
though he wonders if he ever should.
And the journey is long--he'll look back on her face,
and he'll think, many times, there it goes!
and he'll always regret; for it's always alive,
and she's part of his life, and he knows.
And the others who see--feel the same for their own,
and they wonder why he doesn't try,
but it's smoke rings they see; or a bird in their hand
that is wanting to fade in the sky.
And the sky will embrace ev'rything in the end,
and the things that we see are a mask,
and the smoke rings that fade to the will of the sky
are in love--and the sky didn't ask.
In the list I saw a new contest, entitled "A Poem Please."
At first glance I thought, "Is this for real or just a tease?"
The theme for this contest was just periods-punctuation.
I'd have moved on except for contests I've an infatuation.
A string of five dots, seemingly a period after a period.
Hmm...Should I write in sonnet form, or an epic Iliad?
The challenge in this one is that I wasn't given a direction
of what to write about. It's in the hands of my discretion.
I know I've jumped off the deep end of the poetry pool
but if I turn back now, I'm sure I'll look like a silly fool.
I'm left wondering how to salvage such a pathetic start
of what could have been a poem about a broken heart.
Nah, I've written that scenario a time or maybe twelve.
Into that nether region I should no longer try to delve.
No awesome pissa will this ditty win for the likes of me.
But this PERIOD piece might make you laugh-wickedly.
NOTE: Prizes for this contest include the title of Awesome and a Wicked Pissa.
April 29th, 2016
I wonder who I am sometimes, what seems to be a universal phenomenon. As everyone remains looking to be someone other than themselves, because those who are themselves are persecuted and dreams hung on the cross by society.
But as I wonder the colorful atmosphere of those around me tend to judgingly remind me exactly who I am and what I’m capable of accomplishing.
Because they assume before they even get the chance to know me, my story, why I act, talk, or dress different, why I smell another fragrance, perceive, taste, and feel the world inversely.
Under my skin they shoot before they ask, a trigger finger itching as the deadly explosion blast piercing the body of another innocent soul. Slavery is illegal now but we still hang.
Hang pictures up of loved ones taken through an unjust act, if you listen closely you can still hear the sound of invisible shackles as I walk and fall to my death…click clack, clic clac, click…a heart beating but dead now the heart no longer beats…
Under my skin if I put my hoodie up I might as well wear a mask, to hide the sinister agenda people assume I carry. Sometimes I just want some shade to block out all the negative rain on a summer day.
And when I succeed they assume I’m cheating, because my plateau has no high point or high ground. I’m a flat line, dead to success, and they put me here.
It’s a little misleading when all your hard work just falls off the deep end, because they look at you as if you have a red hand or you’re the bandit.
And if I bought it I could never own it because under my skin without acting I’ve already sinned.
How can you win when you can’t control the end?
All I can say is never stop praying and keep grinding until the end, because God controls the future. So never let someone else control you through “You cant’s or you’ll Nevers.”
P.S. I am black lives, THIS IS JUST A POST SCRIPT.
when you're fast asleep
and thoughts creep into your head
and flood your brain until it weeps
and your mind descends dark and deep
into a land of dead end worlds
where the only way out
is the way you came in
but the road is way too steep
and your feet are made of lead
and every smile is just pretend
and nothing is to be believed
and you're going off the deep end
bleeding rivers of hatred
into a pool of shallow deceit
where every thought is colored red
and every shade of black completes
every nightmare ever conceived
born of blood-stained dreams within dreams
where that person you used to be
is falling into skies of silent screams
and contemplating death
all the while wishing
to be alive again
SMOKERINGS
If she wanted to stay he would make her a place,
for he loves ev'rything that she is,
and he'd willingly give all the world and the stars
for her love--if they only were his.
But he likes it alone, and in silence he knows,
if he wants, he can talk to the moon,
or hear voices at bars, or the children he loves,
and if wanting to go--he'll go soon.
Or to stay if he choose, for the night is still young,
but she's there, and he's wanting to say
all the words in his heart--but he's holding them back
and the night is much colder than day.
So he goes to someone who's no danger to ways
though he smiles, he is really not there
and he wants to forget, but he wants to live on,
if she stays or she goes, he will care.
And the one he is with sees the love in his eyes,
and she knows it's not hers anyway,
but the ones' who was late, and the one who will go,
and the one he will never let stay.
If he asks and she stays, he'll go off the deep end,
and he knows she loves silence--as he;
and she stays for a while, til the silence is deep,
and the end is the end that must be.
But she looks at the floor when he wants her to see,
and she goes when he wants her to stay,
but the words are not there, and he watches her go,
with the thought that it must be this way,
but he smiles in his heart--for he's known her at least,
and he's loved--and has found love is good,
and the end that he feared, he prevented in life,
though he wonders if he ever should.
Though the journey is long--he'll look back on her face,
and he'll think, many times, there it goes!
he will always regret; for it's always alive,
she is part of his life, and he knows.
All the others who see--feel the same for their own,
and they wonder why he doesn't try,
but it's smokerings they see; or a bird in their hand
that is wanting to fade in the sky.
And the sky will embrace ev'rything in the end,
all the things that we see are a mask,
and the smokerings that fade to the will of the sky
are in love--and the sky didn't ask.
© Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
If I go a whole day without my Wheaties
I'm miserable, grumpy and mean
My Wheaties are really the only thing
Between me and a very bad scene
Beat up little kiddies but they must be little
Like two or three feet high or less
None of those overgrown teenager dudes
My face would end up quite a mess
Don't think badly of me, it's the Wheaties
They provide me with real hutzpah
You best hide the kiddies if I run out of 'em
Hide the axes, knives and chainsaws
I did seek help but the psyche was like me
Needed his Wheaties to cope
Beat the living daylights out of yours truly
Whipped me with his stethoscope
Wheaties are required to maintain stability
So we don't go off the deep end
Had a great big giant bowlful this morning
So relax I'm real mellow again
© Jack Ellison 2013
Sure that she was a real pearl,
Many calls, always no answer,
Would have sung in the streets for her!
Would have jumped off a bridge for her.
Guess not really in love,
Or just not into me sick of,
Erasing my effusive calls,
Or yet again too much schmalz.
well that's the very sad end
Of my going off the deep end
For some girl I soon forgot,
Wish could say was distraught!
My one attempt at marriage
Was like a union between McCoy and Kahn
Both a wee-bit dramatic
Like living a full fledge grand opera
(McCoy)
"My God man, we're living a circus
And you have jumped off the deep end
What you're proposing is lunacy
I'm a doctor, not a barbarian!"
(Kahn)
"Have you heard the Klingon expression
Revenge is a dish best served cold?
If you want to make this marriage work
Then damn you!!!! Do as you're told!!!!"
(McCoy and Kahn)
"For God's sake listen to yourself
What you're saying is just plain crazy"
"From hell's hot I stab at thee......
For hate's sake, I spit my last breath..........at thee.........."
[no, the marriage didn't work out, haha. And last night I ran into my
ex-wife. She had the gall to speak to me. So I just wrote this with
genuine laughter in my heart.]
Granny has found a new trend
With unseen waves to contend
Ironing board skurfing
And living room surfing
Granny's gone off the deep end!
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Addicted? Who me?
Could stop any time
One cup a day?
Would do me just fine
Aside from the shakes
Freaking out now and then
Craving that fix
Going off the deep end
Trust me I'm fine
Not being deceitful
Shakes aren't a problem
'Cept threading a needle
But I'll have to admit
Some lives have been ruined
Caffeine's the nemesis
Cut down on the brewin'
Whoever discovered it
Was a downright putz
To cause so much grief
With one li'l ole cup!
© Jack Ellison 2012
Wake Up
What do you think about,
when you wake up?
Do you think about,
the step you will take
When you get out of bed?
Did you think about yesterday?
You wish you did something else instead.
Those words you never got to say.
You will try to tell them anyway.
If all the moments do not count.
Will you try to take them back?
In a way it may be too late you lost your day.
You let it all bundle in layers and stacks.
Without wondering,
if there will ever be a tomorrow.
Not realizing yesterday is gone.
Waking up to an empty shell,
Going off the deep end.
Living life like "oh well","oh well!"
With you, it's just another morning.
Not knowing how your day will begin.
Thinking I don't want to lose a moment,
With the one I love.
I want to wake up with a smile again.
Sleeping with a prayer to him above.
Always giving my day a very good end,
To wake up with so much love.
SKAT
Foreword: My regular radio station recently
held a phone in show on the subject of
Veganism... The following was inspired by
some of the more colourful callers.
Purely for fun, no maliçe intended... Your Honour
Vegans, Damned Vegans
He sneered when he called me an animal
He frowned when he called me a cannibal
He called me a killer and said I’m misguided
I shouldn’t eat meat because HE had decided
His pompous decision was so single minded
I showed him my fist... the fight was one sided
For pulses and beans were all he had eaten
So one little tap and the fellow was beaten
I looked in the mirror and made a big grin
Examined my mouth and the canines therein
For tearing up meat, we got them in pairs
Was that evolution or the big man upstairs
Why ever we got them, got them we did
Some people file them or keep them well hid
If your God designed them then that’s problem solved
Unless you deny the way you’ve evolved
If there was a vote which the vegans then won
There’d be a surplus, I hope they have fun
When we give all the vegans their very own gun
To shoot all the cows, it would need to be done
The chicken, the turkey and also the sheep
Superfluous now, so no need to keep
Thanks to the vegans they’ll all come a cropper
I hope that those vegans are good with a chopper
But just to show willing I thought I might try it
I put myself on a strict vegan diet
A vegan for breakfast, a vegan for lunch
A vegan whenever I fancy a munch
But one irate vegan went off the deep end
He seemed a bit miffed that I’d eaten his friend
But quitting my diet soon silenced his moans
I’ve stopped eating vegans... too many bones
I took a risk
My heart was waiting for you at the Lost and Found,
Sapphire crystals-- dark blue, cold, cerulean.
Sapphire-- Aluminum oxide.
Much like my shattered soul.
We both have had a tragic past.
You've dived off the deep end; arrived at the bottom of the teary sea
Depression's sick mind
I've ran far and fast as I could, but I couldn't escape
The echos calling back to find my ghosts.
The world is crumbling.
Maybe, oh maybe...
In some kind of dream, have I seen you before?
There could be a chance- To bring warmth
I admired your voice, your smile.
I screamed without making a sound.
I am only in the far back of your mind, I am now the ghost--
How could I confess my secret?
To someone like you
You seem dead on outside but there's a world underneath
I want you to be with me.
I finally met you.
Who am I?
There is a feeling of inadequacy--
A psychological paranoia.
I will break through the limitations.
I will show you who I am.
Melania spotted a louse
And caught a cab home sans her spouse
When Barron asked, "Why?"
She said with a sigh,
"Your father is in the dog house!"
Well, Ivanka soon learned the score
And despatched a nurse to the door
Nurse said, "There's a nut
Who barks like a mutt;
And groped me like I was an whore!"
Well, Ivanka's heart was so glad
For she knew that nut was her dad
She said, "Never fear
My dad's somewhat qu*eer;
His manners are ever so bad!"
Melania went out on the lawn
Exactly where Donald had gone
She called for a scoop
To pick up the poop
That Sessions had left and stepped on
Donald thought he'd bark out a tweet
Then he saw Melania's feet
He said, "Its a pity
That you feel so shi*ty
But the nurse has got something sweet."
Melania could smell a rat
And looked where the nurse had just sat
It seems a quick cuddle
Had left a wet puddle
Proving Donald had got it down Pat
Melania noticed a trend
Where Donald went off the deep end
So she could surmise
The President lies
And on that she could always depend
Schizophrenic tendencies
Stealing useless sh*t like a kleptomaniacal king
Laughing and tip toeing to the closet
While listening to the faucet drip
Freaking out my third eye blinking stunting your growth with a lean
Heavy petting in front of you
Sucks to think about you and actually think that I was thinking about letting you view
Drama setting developing characters steady sweating in a church corridor and sat down on the pew
Confessed a few horror stories and placed the priest in a matrix
Intelligently designed inside this hell's hatred
He cried and prayed as I snatched his soul and vaped it
There's no escapaping this
I'm being blamed framed about to get arrested in vain while they tape it
Look Mom I made it!
Walk a mile in my ASICS
Basic training
No negotiations
Guilt trippin on my laces
Remembered my cape and draped it over dead friends that became time wasted
Man I should've saved them
They always told me to go home
So I jumped off the deep end and waited
I'll eat you like a four course meal prepared and plated
I'm ing hungry
Spitting on you in front of me with a toxic venom developing a tongue disease
Better start to run from me
As I lunge with hands clung to a machete and swung at you hung from a tree
This sh*t is fun f*cking dumb b*tch punch you in the face and munched your c*nt for free
The f*ck you want from me?
Dan, drum roll please
Sum it up punch drunk stole your b*tch at the lunch truck five fingers linger the flavor of the week
Swinging at a country singer smiling inside my violent dream
Means my demons fire breathing heaving the heat
Call me the pretty b*tch leave your ass in the urn with burns from the third degree
Half cocked leaning against the wall throwing up queasy feelings mixed drinks 1,2, and 3
F*ck you and f*ck me then leave
Fall on your way out like that autumn leaf
Trippin on the broken sidewalk cracked under your feet
Deep sleep woke the weak dreams screaming for tweak
Leaped over your jeep and beat you with the meat cleaver stashed under the seat
Freaking the out inside an asylum for three weeks
Jeez it's freezing my body’s even seizing with heavy breathing strapped in a straight jacket teething
Lost in a controlled environment where everything that seems to be or seeming has no f*cking meaning