Best Overactive Poems
I move lightly at sixty,
a little less than the max.
Any faster, and the sunflower shells I spit
blow back in my face,
and any slower and the driver behind
becomes too distressed.
I move lightly at sixty,
homeward through the rural landscape,
past barns and combines,
engine humming, without straining,
secure that I need not be anywhere,
or anything, but myself.
I move lightly at sixty,
through the longer shadows of fall,
short days and warm afternoons,
trees variegated with the leafy
nostalgias of the year past,
and the years before.
I move lightly at sixty,
the old van's engine drones
as I "OM", indistinguishable
one from the other, both well worn,
and oblivious of the
years we show.
I move lightly at sixty,
no longer with a need to lie,
or prevaricate,
in love with every woman I see,
and no longer afraid
to say so.
I move lightly at sixty,
in love with the journey,
rather than the goal.
In love with the moment
rather than the hour and
the need to mark it.
I move lightly at sixty,
bemused by public anger over
a rappers words, knowing they
are far less harmful
than the blood shed
in my time.
I move lightly at sixty,
ready to gear down if necessary,
still able to speed up if needed
to avoid the hazards
of an overactive ego
and libido.
I move lightly at sixty,
content to be alone,
joyful to have company,
regretting neither,
thankful for old friends,
and old loves.
I move lightly at sixty,
finding that not acting,
is as important as the act,
knowing that one can be undone,
and the other, can't.
I move lightly at sixty,
like a comfortable breeze
on a fall day, a thermal for a bird,
uplift for a friend,
a drying wind for a
tearful cheek.
Categories:
overactive, allegory, introspection, life, seasons,
Form:
Free verse
I have become like him; nocturnal.
Prematurely anaesthetised by exhaustion
then jerked awake into the darkness.
How long since I have slept 'til dawn?
A stifled yawn veiling scurrying thoughts.
Tennis match of emotions; back and forth;
volleying, lobbing this way and that.
The game, set and match of insomnia.
Then rallying forth as dawn brings clarity.
Despairing disparity sleeping finally.
The silence of the night amplifies my heartbeat.
Each breath echoes in the unsettled gloom.
As the dawn casts its ghostly light around the room
sleepless wakefulness wanes with the retiring moon,
and the owl rests, fatigued by his 'whooing'.
Unlike me he can sleep by day, the night is his time,
not mine; I am the intruder in the darkness;
a restless insomniac with an overactive brain.
Sleep well majestic wise one. No doubt,
when night falls, I will share your company again.
Categories:
overactive, introspectionnight, night,
Form:
Free verse
soda sparks
and lemon juice
on every lip
and candle wick
explosion
of the champagne kind
to bubble brains
and swirl the minds
when summer limps
upon two heels
we break our vows
and kneel to feel
the rhythm of the losing heat
when soda sparks
in weak appeal
as sidewalks bend
their thoughts to me
while overactive melodies
complete themselves
in summer nights
I barely fall without a fight
and candles dim
and lights grow white
I know the drill, tonight's the night
I lick the summer off my chin
and grab September, and head on in...
Categories:
overactive, happiness, life, nature, seasons,
Form:
Free verse
Laying in my cozy bed
And drifting off to dreams,
A sudden panic fills my head:
What if this isn't as it seems?
What if while I'm tucked in,
Slipping into sleep,
Giant monsters and their kin
Through the darkness creep?
I draw my hand back to me,
deep into my sheet,
Scared that if I leave it free
Something monstrous it'll meet!
It's not like this is new to me
When I'm alone in my abode.
Frightsome beasts I fear I'll see-
Is there one in the commode?
Sure, to you it's just a toilet
Standing stock-still in the loo.
But of my mind, when I fear and fret,
You haven't got a clue.
Yes, I know it's just machinery,
But maybe when I flush
Horrors will purvey the scenery,
Responding in a rush.
Eek! Stop talking! Wait, wait, wait!
What's that above our heads?
A rusty, musty AC grate,
Is that what you just said?
I know it's dust, I know it's shadow
Behind the grate's steel bars,
But looking up from down below
I see a face pockmarked with scars.
As I brush my pearly whites at night
I risk a glance up high,
And then I nearly die of fright
And soon begin to cry.
I see the face, still staring down,
Watching me brush my teeth.
Daddy runs in and looks around,
So I heave a sigh of relief.
He gets his tools, tells me to look,
And gently unscrews the grate.
I watch, see neither beast, nor crook,
Nor any evil trait.
After all this time, I've come to see
That I don't need to fear.
Creatures lurk not in shadows near me,
Nor every creak I hear.
I've come a long way, and I'll never go back
To how I was before,
When from every crevice, every crack
I feared beasties would pour.
What's that? It's time to go to bed?
Ok, I guess you're right.
But, um, well, before you go...
Would you please leave on the light?
Categories:
overactive, 11th grade, childhood, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
Was by the pool, sporting a Speedo
Cursed with overactive libido
I did all that I could
Now, I'm just sporting wood
The damned thing looked like a torpedo
So I used my towel, trying to hide
But still, it wouldn't swallow my pride
The shadow from my shaft
Was creating a draft
And it stirred up a crowd a mile wide
The line stretched from here to the border
Trump signed an Executive Order
News choppers filled the air
Bigfoot could only stare
Cher begged, but I couldn't afford her
Categories:
overactive, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
I stare at all the stars in the sky
Like everlasting snowflakes
No two are alike
I wonder what god was thinking
Maybe they are just his
Guidance and comfort
Seeping through
I look all the trees
Wonder how many can there be
Think about insects
Their number and variety is bigger
Then my ability to pronounce
This must be gods
Overactive imagination
Seeping through
I watch my fellow humans
And all they are capable of
Masters of both hate and love
The material and physical
And how they love to create
I have come to the conclusion
That this is all an allusion
To god having O.C.D.
Probably has multiple personalities
And the devil
Is just his paranoid schizophrenia
Seeping through
Categories:
overactive, dark, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
Some people moan that they are overweight
Attempt dieting but can’t shift it at any rate
I could have an underactive thyroid they may squawk…
But in reality
They suffer from an overactive knife and fork!
Poem based on a quote I heard on the radio and have since found on the web by Donald Kiddick
13th April 2016
Categories:
overactive, body, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Aurora borealis charismatic
Demystifying
Electrical phenomenon, geomagnetic
Heavenly impressive
Joyful Kudos
Light marvelous, nature
Overactive particles
Queen,restless storm triumph
Universe vivid
Wonderment Xanadu
Yay, zazzy
Categories:
overactive, beauty, light, nature,
Form:
ABC
Trapped beneath the burning bush
The crackling of the fire.... /whoosh
The flames engolf all that is round you both.
I cannot reach/ I cannot get to you two/I have broken my oath
I promised no harm to ever come your way/ my vow was broken on that day.
I pledged to protect them at any cost/ on this day all was lost.
I heard their cries/ begging for assistance.
I could do nothing/ no matter my persistence.
I stood as though frozen in time/ our lives flashing before my eyes.
Every word/every memory/ all fell in line.
I could not cry/ disbelief.
Their lives extinguished/ taken by a thief.
I awoke/ a dream?
What did all this mean?
My husband was at gym/son still asleep.
Overactive imagination/ caused such a terrible sensation.
They live/ they breathe
The fire/ not real/ relief.
~mp Nov 18 16
Copywright protected
Categories:
overactive, bereavement, care, cry, death,
Form:
Epic
On occasion upper respiratory and sinus infections require
oral steroids to squelch and dry the muck and mire
To breathe without the wheeze is the desired effect
though some of the side effects are hard to reject
Loss of appetite is great, maybe I will lose some weight
some others I truly did not anticipate
Nothing good is listed in the insert or online sites
the best is my brain is on fire, blazing dendrites
Twisted thoughts and raging rhymes the result
crazy concoctions, decadent desires now the defaults
I like this, I freaking LOVE this, what altered bliss
head busting with stuff that needs emergent release
Not just from swollen, overactive mucous membranes
but steroid induced, agitated axons needing drained
STAT
Now infections subdued, RX for Prednisone 20 mg.
2 tabs for 5 days completed
if I emailed questionable poems just delete them
Though I am admitting I saved one tab to bite off a chunk
if again my brain is in a flatline funk
Oh no, just kidding !!
Categories:
overactive, crazy, emotions, health, poems,
Form:
Rhyme
Ephemeral online moment...
Yours truly plagiarizes himself with zeal
courtesy mental cogs and rusty wheel,
thus no literary crime committed to steel
I broadcast material shown thru rickety
black and white Roman Times newsreel
forthwith shoddy wordplay exempts me
against copyright infringement meaning
only I own privilege to take self to heel,
nevertheless yours truly hoops longshot
to score brownie points a higher power,
I will not cajole, bribe nor appeal...
while sitting on haunches horsing around
contemplating how to clearly expound
idea that the here and now does not exist
cuz no sooner then present moment
experienced than bitta bing bitta bang...
little block of time immediately gone,
hence quite profound...
Whereby present, i.e.
2:24 PM March 4th, 2021
instantaneously becomes past.
Linkedin thru tenuous
webbed world wide
electronic thread defied
no matter flurry of emails/
messages exchanged flattery applied
courtesy transient online
tête à tête downside
cyber venue offers convenient exit
personal aversion, I chide
brevity figurative thorn in side
futile effort Androcles tried
I haint lion, familiarization denied
fledgling cyber acquaintanceships
dead on the vine, yours truly sighed
potential friendship never fortified,
cuz immediate value judgement cast,
instantaneously prejudiced aversion
perhaps hidden agenda implied
maybe intimated illusions of grandeur
netiquette nuances overstepped, I chide
yours truly vouchsafe
absolute zero great expectation
love smitten wounds pride,
the Italian girl in Algiers
inchoate mystique forever unknown
nonetheless fantasize bartered bride
figment of overactive imagination
hence grist for poetry mill
grateful fleeting rapport tried
to take flight before sputtering
doomed to dustbin of history (mine)
filed within memory as template guide
against future unnecessary disappointment
best stick to your guns abide
against infatuation lest
conjured lass doth override
focus on reality no matter who espied
Facebook post, tis foolhardy
to allow, enable, and provide leeway,
hence aimless thoughts elide
dear boy, ya never learned always denied
rapture becoming ensnared
noose sense and sensibility stride
ding blindly, dumbly, foolishly...,
into own perilous entrapment, verstehen?
Categories:
overactive, absence, earth, imagery, inspiration,
Form:
Rhyme
The unruly mob beat me to death
In the dank filthy street,
Before the scaffolding had its chance
To snap my whiskered neck
Beneath the bone crushing force
- Of the proverbially,
(But still most certainly)
No less than lethal
Terminal velocity...Lucky me!
It was a real load off
My overactive imagination:
Finally, some good news for a change!
...I didn't even have enough precious time
To nervously vomit my last meal
Before being ultra-violently killed...
...So there probably is a God after all...
# Welcome to Gallows Humor 101:
If you don't already know and understand by now,
exactly what "gallows humor" is
- Then I highly doubt a God of any nature
can actually help you see the light before you've died
- But this is just my professional opinion as a satirical author,
who really should have become a medical doctor - If I ever wanted
to be able to afford a legitimate interest in women.
Categories:
overactive, dark, death, humor, silly,
Form:
Free verse
To much cable tv
I think the house is haunted.
I hear things in the night.
The landing gives out creaks.
Enough to give me frights.
There"s something in the attic.
Coldness in the rooms.
I"m sure there"s witches out there.
Who fly past on there brooms.
My mother thinks i"m silly.
An overactive mind.
I refuse to sleep in darkness.
I"m in an awkward bind.
I watch to much tv.
That cable is to blame.
The Grudge and then The Ring.
There"s two I want to name.
They churn out all this horror.
That I must say I likie.
I"m up till after midnight.
Filling up my psyche.
It scares me half to death.
So when I go to bed.
Instead of going to sleep.
It goes round in my head.
But I must put a stop.
To nocturnal goings on.
Deadly psycho stalkers.
Those zombie killer dawns.
I"ll stick to my own age group.
No more the eighteen plus.
Switch on cartoon network.
It wont cause a fuss.
Go back to reading books.
Be in my bed for nine.
Great to switch the light on.
Everything is fine.
Oh who am I trying to kid.
There"s no point living a lie.
I"m just like everyone else.
An ordinary guy!
I love you cable tv .
Like a man he loves a wife.
You have to understand.
Cable is my LIFE!
Categories:
overactive, funnyme,
Form:
Rhyme
Linkedin thru tenuous
webbed world wide
electronic thread defied
no matter flurry of emails/
messages exchanged flattery applied
courtesy transient online
tête à tête downside
cyber venue offers convenient exit
personal aversion, I chide
brevity figurative thorn in side
futile effort Androcles tried
I haint lion, familiarization denied
fledgling cyber acquaintanceships
dead on the vine, yours truly sighed
potential friendship never fortified,
cuz immediate value judgement cast,
instantaneously prejudiced aversion
perhaps hidden agenda implied
maybe intimated illusions of grandeur
netiquette nuances overstepped, I chide
yours truly vouchsafe
absolute zero great expectation
love smitten wounds pride,
the Italian girl in Algiers
inchoate mystique forever unknown
nonetheless fantasize bartered bride
figment of overactive imagination
hence grist for poetry mill
grateful fleeting rapport tried
to take flight before sputtering
doomed to dustbin of history (mine)
filed within memory as template guide
against future unnecessary disappointment
best stick to your guns abide
against infatuation lest
conjured lass doth override
focus on reality no matter who espied
Facebook post, tis foolhardy
to allow, enable, and provide leeway,
hence aimless thoughts elide
dear boy, ya never learned always denied
rapture becoming ensnared
noose sense and sensibility stride
ding blindly, dumbly, foolishly...,
into own perilous entrapment, verstehen?
Categories:
overactive, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
Fate Of Mankind...
(this prognosticator ordains,
which if came to pass no brains)
necessary to impress any
goo goo dolls, nor swains!)
Cited in crosshairs of thermonuclear warfare
quite an about face from bursts of creativity,
yet omnipresent palpable threat everywhere
unlike sangfroid hermitage within Abbey air
habitués hosting religious peacemongers care
ring about spiritual well being, nsync by prayer
regular quotidian discipline dissociating scare
re: global apocalyptic genocidal holocaust sear
ring significant sinister malevolent electioneer
macabre mushroom clouds vitiating atmosphere
burnt offerings charred flora and fauna cohere
glommed together undifferentiated pulverized
conglomeration bespeaks devastated biosphere
survivors (if any) few and far between gallows
humor, sans mockery former Amazon billionaire
irrelevant wealth superfluous banked nightmare
*****sapiens like mummified zombies blinded by
light, eclipsed contaminated heavily sheltering sky
succor solemn deliverance bombed appallingly revere
inescapable damn earth bottled genii raiment austere
foretold prophecy regarding Doomsday clock spare
ring extra crispy char broiled ribs aplenty profiteer
awaiting her/him able to make a killing apprenticed
savvy entrepreneur opportunity, though no cashier
to pay, hence former Trumpeting strictly volunteer
job with bone fried benefits superior than Medicare
accompanied by death as fine companion buddy sincere
need not be grave concern, so minus annihilation and air
choking stench, viz total extinction moonscape sphere
flora obliterated only scorched landmarks thoroughfare,
humongous bajillion shades of gray cremated vaporware
vague hint former edifice Taj Mahal wanting consigliere
so opportunities galore to look as smoking hot fleshpot
overactive imagination helpful to conjure all in the
family Maude Lynn good times MASHup of yesteryear!
Categories:
overactive, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Dramatic Verse