Best Out Of His Mind Poems
Hey P.D.
You think you can compete with me
But you can’t take the heat
Get out of my kitchen
Go back to your easy bake oven
I am a master chef
Dicing and slicing
As I cut my lines
Like a coke addict
Out of his mind
You think you can cook
But your stuck on my hook
And can’t stop staring
Hey babe
Want to know what I’m wearing
Don’t worry I ain’t sharing
Once I’m through
Putting you in your place
Its all for you
Just letting you know
You’re the catcher
I’m the pitcher
Hey love
Like the feel of my ball
In your glove
I can throw all day
So I hope your ready
For a steady
Meal of my ways
Just roll over
And give it up
Even though you’re my lover
You ain’t got enough
don’t make me get rough
Trying to hold back
What you cant contain
Got me on your brain
Making you insane
Come on auspice
Just give me this
Tell me I am the greatest
And kneel at my feet
And admit defeat
He was born too late to be,
What he knows he is in his soul,
And though he’s quite accomplished,
Sometimes he doesn’t feel quite whole.
He’s a lawman of sorts,
Born out of his time,
Trying to uphold basic beliefs,
As an example for others to toe the line.
And he rides an iron horse,
And though it’s not a muscled steed,
It gets him where he’s going,
Whenever there’s a need.
They say, sometimes he’s crazy,
Plumb out of his mind,
Searching, for something,
They say he’ll never find.
He rides the asphalt prairie,
Through the heat and through the cold,
Just a Concrete Cowboy,
In search of Days of Old.
He believes in rescuing maidens,
Stuck beside the road,
And he wouldn’t have it any other way,
Than to live by a Code...
“Do what’s right by every man,
And never compromise,
Be good to little children,
“Cause life is a surprise.”
Stuck between buildings,
Of metal, brick and glass,
The only time he sees green pastures,
Is when he cuts the grass.
Looking for a way out,
To a place that’s in his dreams,
Only other Cowboys,
Would ever know what he means.
When he says he’s headed someplace,
Where he’ll race the open sky,
Only other Cowboys,
Understand the reason why...
Why he rides an Iron Horse,
For all the world to see,
It’s his one last chance to go back,
To a time when he was free.
Loyal in his heart,
To those who have gone before,
He scans the horizon,
Looking for that open door.
In the company of Ghost Riders,
In the roaring of the engine and the wind,
He searches for his destiny,
Old lovers and old friends.
Galloping across the miles,
One day he’ll reach the open sky,
Many, will see him pass,
But only other Cowboys will sigh,
Because he rides an Iron Horse,
Through time reflected in the glass,
Riding towards the future,
In an effort to reach the past.
No it's not anything you may be thinking of
it's in fact a very unknown thing because
you see I have a friend Nick
and he felt a little sick
and he grew tired of organized crime
so I tried to break him out of his mind
to set him on a lighter course
although it took alot of force
he got out of his old ways
he still went back to those days
Nick Never Craze (yes, that is his real name)
Held his old ways (everything stayed the same)
so I wrote this for him
Never back down he said
I can't be normal again
Can you see me, Red?
Killing me inside again
Crazy how it feels
Right and wrong it steels
Always searching for something more
Zippo lighters and kicking down doors
Easy times they where indeed
but this is how it feels to me
I fell in love with
a dreamer,many
thought he was
out of his mind,
but I didn't. I be-
lieved in the man
and his dream.
Unfortunately he
didn't live out his
dream.But I passed
on that dream men-
tality to his seed,
and now my son
is living his dream.
7-14-19
Alexis Y.
Dedicated to all my fellow dreamers.
Limerick : Once an Airman who couldn’t stand his wife
Once an Airman who couldn’t stand his wife
Was going out of his mind with strife
Took to the clouds with spouse
Called her names like : »Leech ! Louse ! »
Then jumped out plane to sentence for life.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013.
Dear old Santa Claus was about to go out of his mind!
'Twas nigh Christmas Eve and his schedule was way behind!
His lazy elves had let him down and didn't complete their work;
His sleigh needed serious repair and his reindeer were going berserk!
Missus Claus nagged him about being crotchety, tired and old,
And didn't want him flying about in his sleigh and catching cold.
His Santa suit was tattered having been worn for a hundred years.
Unable to deliver goodies to the kids was one of his greatest fears!
He called a meeting of his elves and said, "Each of you is fired!"
And to his rebellious reindeer he said, "You are now retired!"
"Fiddle-faddle! I'm gonna sit by the fire and rest my weary bones!
Henceforth, to deliver presents to the kids I'm using a fleet of drones!"
Entry for Mystic Rose's "A Futuristic Christmas" Contest
(27 November 2015)
Golfing Near A Gigantic Pond
or Old Deep and Wide
Why would you want to go down in history?
But to me it had all became a big mystery
As to why any weird women wave a wand
At a protruding golfer playing near a pond.
Obviously high over it he will have to shot
Even if he is an ardent audacious old coot
With some shorts clinging to his each thigh
For the women to see when they pass by.
Was heading towards hole, we think a nine
When someone said he was out of his mind
Trying to drive ball between two tall trees
Straight into stagnant air without breeze.
Between two trees ball would battle its way
Towards the gigantic green without delay
And only then to end up in a total mishap
By having hit ball into a deep sand trap.
Not only was the trap deep but also wide
So now DEEP AND WIDE started to chide
Golfer and since have offered him this name
Which has started improving his terrible game.
Shooting perilous par or less became obsessed
With new golf ball he had presently possessed
That could be driven by him 300 yards or more
His awful game has became one he does adore.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Send Help! I’m trapped in an Insane Asylum!
Well most of the time, and although there is only the two of us here
The other inmate, for therapy, has put me on a programme of day release
Where I am permitted to go to work, pay the running costs and deal with the day to day ills
Of running this centre to house me and him, allegedly people with conditions of the mind
However he swears it’s only me who is insane and it is he is the one who is just fine
(Although I’ve heard that’s a symptom of those who are deranged)
But when I am back on site the other inmate despite me doing everything that’s required to complete my day release work therapy
Which keeps the centre for the inexcusably insane live, behaves like a real jerk
In fact his behaviour is strange all round like someone who’s buried his head in the sand
And doesn’t seem to want to come out....(I’m not convinced he’s not the one who’s out of his mind)
This other inmate looks familiar those blue eyes and light brown hair
Although he insists he is not insane and should not be there....
Yet he never leaves the centre for the mad and deranged (apparently that’s my diagnosis anyway)
And there’s something about me being removed from reality?
That I ‘just don’t get it!’ (Although he never explains it – preferring to communicate by just huffing puffing and looking grumpy - a language without words I cannot understand)
Yet isn’t it me who leaves the centre for the mentally insane to go on my day release work therapy every day? I don’t get it I think that’s because (so the other inmate says) it’s me who is insane
So while I am on my day release scheme he stays within the asylum walls alone
Waiting for who knows what? Although his therapy seems to involve something....
I think he calls it ‘Facebook’? Apparently it’s a great place where online he is 18 again and not 36, which fixes everything!
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I suppose in every neighborhood there is bound to be,
An old grouch who with everything tends to disagree.
It matters not whether it happens to be a her or him;
He or she will zoom into orbit at the slightest whim!
The neighbor's pooch performed an indiscretion upon his lawn.
With that a figurative line in the sand was severely drawn.
Said he, "If again over that fence your scruffy cur hops,
Me and you will have a little chat with the local cops!"
A car flew down the street like a bat out of you know where.
All the old grouch could do was shake his fist and swear!
A kid with his boom-box on max drove him out of his mind.
The grouch told him to cool it or he'd kick his scrawny behind!
The old crab was kept awake all night by packs of barking mutts.
The sheriff he will call tomorrow, no ifs, ands or buts!
When the neighbor kids trampled all over his blooming flowers,
They scurried home to mommy as a result of his fiendish glowers!
The old curmudgeon has had many acrimonious conversations,
As upon the neighbors he has expressed his manifold frustrations!
The old grouser will undoubtedly start a heated debate,
When attempting to enter Saint Peter's Golden Gate!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
As In the Days of Noah…
As in the days of Noah, there was wickedness in the land!.
So shall it be in the days of the coming of the son of man!
There were many forms of ungodliness that were enjoyed!
Until the day of the flood...
Then it was all destroyed!
Imagine building an ark that took one hundred
and twenty years!
The labor it took! Throughout the blood,
sweat and tears!
The people laughed, and thought Noah
was “out of his mind.”
But soon, the wrath of God,
is what they would find!
God gave them a chance to repent, but no one would.
So he had Noah and his family made an ark out of wood.
Noah warned them all, consequences there would be!
And warned them of where
they’d be spending eternity!
Then, the rains came and poured like never before!
The people got scared!
They couldn’t take anymore!
They cried and shouted, “Noah” “please let us in!”
“We didn’t believe you, when you told us of our sin!”
The door on the ark was shut! God’s judgment came down!
Other than Noah’s family, there was no one else around!
America’s days of wickedness will be coming to an end!
Very soon, God’s judgment will certainly begin!
Will you mock the men of God? Who preach God’s word?
Or will you live as if, his truth, you never heard?
As in the days of Noah, so shall it be at Christ’ return!
Will you join him in heaven?
Or stay on this earth to burn?
By Jim Pemberton
All the sudden he thought, he’d gone blind
He nearly went out of his mind.
Then right away
He knelt down to pray
In hopes that his sight he might find.
Then alas he started to pray
Just as sudden the blindness went away
He was quick to surmise
His hat slipped over his eyes
Kinda stupid - it’s needless to say!
Normally, I'd never take a shot at someone who's dying
but what scum bag Putin's trying to sell, I'm not buying.
His doctors have said he's got three years max left to live
and for his evil deeds, I'm thinking God will not forgive.
On the verge of losing his sight, but he's long been blind
to the atrocities he's caused. A mad man, out of his mind.
Poor guy complains of headaches. Does he want our pity
after killing many Ukrainians and destroying city after city?
The Big C lives in his body, but his soul belongs to Satan.
Sold it when he got greedy and there's no sign of it abatin'.
Update to his health, reports he trembles. That's the rumors,
but I hope he shakes from the pains of malignant tumors.
I almost feel guilty by writing something so seemingly cruel
but this is acceptable when exposing the work of the ghoul.
Maybe his good friend, Trump, will fly over to hold his hand
and dance like a puppet for Putin at his dying wish command.
Before he was married and had a son.
Before he completed his college education. Before he succeeded with a masters degree. Before he had a great career and a nice new house.
He had come to America from central Africa to realize a dream. When I met him he was broken, and in his own words, void of hope. He was out of funds and nearly out of his mind as he tried to cope.
Toward the back roe of a gospel church he sat, at the end of his rope. He had stalled and came to seek and search, not knowing what was next. He was not invisible that Sunday, because God had divised a plan for Kelema.
Earthly tangibles would always be graciously received, but could never suffice alone. The sermon was great, but that Sunday it was not in the sermon. The songs of worship were wonderful, but that Sunday it wasn't in the songs. That Sunday, he needed more, and more is what he recieved from a dear godly woman. She simply uttered words of life, words of faith, and WORDS OF HOPE that changed him forever.
06202017PSContest, Broken, Lewis Raynes
An extreme silence characterized the night, when an elegant gentleman arrived to the remote town, when every body knew each other, and a new face was recognized inmediately. He entered to a cocktail lounge called The Mist. There was a lady who sang in the place, that enchanted all the gentlemen with her melodious voice as a siren. Synchronization was playing a role in their lives without even know it.
Sudden breeze charged with the energy that born when two souls recognize each other, was felt in the air immediately between the two strangers. He cannot miss the opportunity to meet her. He introduced himself as Alphonse. The singer name was Alphonsine. Coincidence of names and fates. The black dress she was wearing gave her a charming appeal that Alphonse could not take it out of his mind.
He invited her to a cup of red wine. She accepted. Alphonse had heard about her voice and he wanted to hear her singing. He was a lonely man with bad luck with women. His relationships broke up without explanation. Alphonsine was single. She had never married. Many of their songs were about his fate in love. The closing hour of The Mist was near. They say goodbye and agreed to meet in The Mist next day.
Candles and flowers decorated the table when Alphonse and Alphonsine sat. They talked about their life experiences. She exuded a charm that mesmerized Alphonse. He invited her to dance. Without hesitating, Alphonse told to Alphonsine that she was the love of his life and that he wanted to marry her. Alphonsine accepted the proposal, marrying one year later, and leaving behind The Mist, the place when a love at first sight began.
Example For Romance In The Night Contest
7-30-2016
Out of his mind
lost all control
Whither his soul
Mad as can be
completely insane
Whereto his brain
Garbled speech
making no sense
Illogic dispensed
Here he comes now
staring off into space
Kindly greet him with grace…
He’s a card-carrying member
of our crazy rat race