Best Overloading Poems
He sits on the edge of the hill
his abode from a society
that shattered his dreams
he can hear the echo of thunder
in the valley below
see bombs of color burst all around
as he looks for a place to take cover
his mind is cocked
and fully loaded
he knows the constitution well
the second amendment
his right to bear arms
and his hopes of survival
he sees the tallies of bodies
of those that have fallen before him
as he crawls on the ground
like a lioness on the prowl
unaware the war has ended
through dissociation
of past and present
he sees the same scene
over and over in his mind
mines exploding,
soldiers imploding
planes offloading
guns reloading
his thoughts overloading
he lapses back
to the current moment
as the grand finale ends
and silence falls
the only sensual touch he knows
is from his faithful dog
who remains by his side
he pets his head
towers to his feet
as he wipes a tear
from his face
july 6 2019
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The sun is shining bright, but the world is dark
This pandemic has swept the world and every park
I saw it coming a couple months ago
But the preparations were lacking, and scared me so
Now, some places have come a horror show
No masks, lack of supplies, as all the cases flow
Into hospitals, overloading them day to day
I am almost speechless, trying to find words to say
It's so overwhelming to see the widespread impact
In so many areas, so many closings are a fact
We are fighting for our lives, trying to stay inside
I'm looking in my yard, even the animals seem to hide
All I can do is pray with my heart, as it breaks
Wishing I could do more, as I'm doing what it takes...
- To survive. -
Heidi Sands
3/21/20
Too much is on my mind and
It's haunting me like a bad dream.
Making it tough to sleep and,
When I'm wake when it's effecting me.
A form of fear that won't let go of me.
I wish I could run away,
But it catches up to me
And latches on with authority.
It makes me mad that no one understands me.
Imagine speaking to a deaf person,
Who doesn't know how to read?
Or walking blind with no one to lead.
I'd hate to find out what they really say,
With heads turned the opposite way.
Talking in code like reading hieroglyphics,
I need someone to rescue me from my insecurity.
I hate what stress is doing in me,
I'm in a dark place and it's killing me;
I hate what stress is doing in me.
Whether staring at my eye lids,
Or Eyes wide open in the dark;
It all looks the same,
The color pitch black is all around.
I'm trying to keep myself,
Together and in check.
Great at balancing many tasks,
Without really breaking a sweat.
At times it can become too much
Like overloading a circuit with too many plugs.
Overpowered and burned out,
I need someone to help me out.
The fear of being alone and stranded,
Has got me lost looking for answers.
The weight of fear is falling heavy now,
The colors of death are clear now;
Help me turn away from my path,
Before I go too far on this track.
Laptop at hand buried in my cozy bed
- Distraction -
raining outside but words stuck in my head
- Focus -
is needed to clarify my thoughts, get them out
- Teasing -
messages from him to my inbox right now
- Consuming -
driving me crazy with emotions all intense
- Insanity -
overloading, give me some peace tonight
- Relax -
be in the moment, breathing calmness and still
- Creative -
is when my mind can be free at it's very best
- Reflect -
on experience, putting it together to connect
- Luring -
all my mind heart and soul into poetry zest
WAITING TO EXHALE
Now that I have successfully alienated everyone else,
the time has come to liberate myself, having played
this out in my mind…so many times I guess I have
finally acted on it—as you try to comprehend.
This “fault”—this “defect” in my head--an
incessant obsession and desire to want to
trip all the switches which keep going -- either
overloading or slowing down into a very faint buzz,
reminding me and making me barely aware that
I am still physically present even though
it feels like I have died a slow death inside.
The exhaustion of knowing that the extreme highs and lows will
without fail, continue to repeat themselves, each one, each time,
leaving me more out of control and hopeless than the last.
It’s acknowledging my personal weaknesses, not being
able to maintain any inkling of mature responsibility and
the continued failure—feelings of guilt, incompetence and
letting people—family, friends, medical professionals
and even myself down, time and time again.
Coping mechanisms are deteriorating and becoming
dysfunctional until they reach the stage of being a self
destructive procedural descent in the same direction.
Alcohol and drug abuse will only numb the pain for
so long before they consume a person in the mere
volumes required to obtain the equivalent effect.
I have reached the stage where I feel I have made
a progressive step to the next level—to show myself
this time I have the courage to carry it through...
Finality will prove the unknown entity but…. it does not scare me any longer--
waiting to exhale…..
(This was a suicide note I wrote five years ago. Fortunately there was intervention and I was correctly diagnosed and received the appropriate medication. To anyone out there feeling this way-- there IS hope--- just pick up a phone or text/sms someone)
Venice, Italy, is a crazy shamozzle of new and old
Where junk, graffiti, decay, stunning beauty,
history and culture poverty and opulence, all reside side by side, bobbing.
Water dominates the landscape, canals and waterways replace all the roads
Everything is carried by boat, food, people, garbage, produce, industrial supplies.
Ambulances, fire engines, delivery trucks and police cars are all replaced by boats.
The disorderly rusty ferries ply the waterways, jostling along with gondolas, magnificent polished wooden water taxis,
Occasionally the historic scene is ruined by modern fiber glass runabouts
with huge outboard motors completely out of place.
Next comes barges with cranes, garbage collecting boats, delivery and construction supply boats, and the many service vehicles.
Grab a table beside the canals and watch the parade of boats old and new jostle and bobble on by.
Walk through the tiny crowded streets and enjoy the kaleidoscope of people of many cultures enjoying themselves.
There are many surprises. Tiny shops with feet in large glass tanks being cleaner by fish.
Everywhere there are places to explore and things to enjoy.
Looming off in the distance you may see huge cruise liners dwarfing the buildings,
These vessels are seemingly populated by ants, as the ships are so big.
The ancient church bells in Venice chime as the ships depart arrive and depart, in homage to the new god of tourism.
The Palace art is simply overwhelming, overloading your senses.
Ancient art is everywhere and often ignored.
Venice is beautiful, but one gets the impression that all the photographs taken in Venice
are gradually sucking out the life force out of the structures, hastening their decay.
There are so many dimensions and experiences, places to explore that you never get tired of Venice.
The more times you visit the better you will like it and the more you will find to do and see.
You have to laugh and ignore the hassles, the jostling crowds, the regimented crowded ferry system,
the pushing and shoving of the crowds in the tiny streets,
simply laugh and have fun.
Venice is crazy, nice, with diverse multi-faceted attractions and lots of things to do.
You will love it!
Venice Trice is Nice.
Waiting for chips*
Hungry at noon
Vinegar, salt
Use a fork not a spoon
Eat by the sea
Where the waves are unhurried
Peas that are mushed
Sauce that is curried
Two slices of bread
A chip butty create
Overloading my buds
Luscious carbohydrate
There are pies. There are peas
There is gravy and fish
Loading it all on your tray
Pile it up as you wish..
Unwrap from the paper
Don't decant to a plate
'Saves washing up'
And besides it tastes great
The angels in heaven
Look downward in awe..
As the humans devour
Much of what they adore
One of life's simple pleasures
Take a peek, there are many
Eating chips by the sea
Can't be beaten by any
Jinjagoliath
2nd July 2023
*in the UK French fries are 'chips'
I stuff my pockets with misery and contempt,
overloading their contents, pleasure exempt.
I fill the dark spaces with sadness and dread,
overexerting the capacity, till all hope is dead.
I shove bits of hatred, and pieces of despair,
into tightly bound pockets, I callously wear.
I force fists of fury, into perfect folds of misery,
massive bulging indignation, that only I can see.
I line its gruesome insides, with terror and pain,
thrusting handfuls of vanity with bouts of shame.
I lunge towards its innards, like a thrusting rocket;
these dark grisly holes, inside miserable pockets.
Hanging clothes on your exercise bike, driving to the corner store
Taking the elevator up one floor, snacking while watching TV evermore.
Eating ice cream out of the carton, overloading the dinner plate
Eating sweets and drinking sodas, always wanting to exercise just a little more?
I'll diet tomorrow. Hospital appointment and you get examined by a young nurse
half your age. The dreaded words take off your shirt-no sucking in the
belly flab now. Your fat and exposed and somewhat embarrassed. The room is
cold and your sitting fat and old. Professionalism is not to comment on the
subject at hand. She's done and you race to put on your shirt blaming the
coolness of the room. The doctor comes in and reminds you that even losing a
few pounds will be beneficial. On the way home you stop by a fast food drive through
and order a mega size meal for lunch with the big BIG soda. Driving home
sucking up that bubbly sensation of sweet sinful satisfaction you make
a mental note to self. I'll diet tomorrow.
Overloading contradictions
Heads to heads, fated collisions
An exchange of blows never ending
A grim nightmare in the making.
Casualties, bodies everywhere
a surreal view of morbid lust
In the eye, a killer crosshair
aimed with precision, death's a must.
Reflections on what future holds
with what hands are capable of
the harmony of war unfolds
deep down below in hell's abode
Hatred breeds hatred in a loop,
an infinity with a twist
our existence all in one scoop
laid in textbook manner, its gist
Ahead reality's marble
drawn out in a fated circle
A call to arms to fill that hole?
Or rather, pray a miracle.
The overhasty mind gets cluttered
often losing concentration,
not doing chores or things
rationally, but overloading
itself with unneccesary thinking;
it happens to me sometime,
leaving the car key inside the ignation!
Imagine my grumpy mood...
I get very skittish and to get that out,
it'll take a sleight of hand!
Once I made a delicious
barbacue chicken,
and left it on the grill
on low heat, because I liked it
well-done; I went back
and my yummy bird was gone...
the hungry sky-larks
snatched it away,
ate everything, but left
the bloody bones!
Absent-minded guy,
how can you slacken
on attending the most important things?
Sometimes you slip and shuffling
there's a chance you'll lose control...
that's when trouble comes in!
When was the last time
you scrambled off a ladder,
and landed into the coldest water of a pool?
All the kids watching...surely thought it was cool!
Another way of saving lots of money
is not excessive frugality,
absent-minded guy!
Get rid of the parsimony
and allow yourself to spend it wisely,
not forgetting to check the balance
in your checkbook...before going
on a shopping-spree!
Absent-minded guy,
be attentive and be aware of forgetfulness!
I could sleep here if my heart would slow,
Breathing you in, savouring this embrace,
Can't help smiling wrapped in you,
I'm drawn to your eyes as I stare at your face,
You ask me what I'm looking at,
Wide mischievous eyes beam right back into mine,
Kisses erase the need for explanation,
Light fades outside as we intertwine,
This room defines you, love when
I see private toilet rolls piled up by the door,
In the kitchen, solely bread to eat
But video games in stacks on the floor,
Then you, headphones dangling from
Inside whichever casual shirt,
Either ripped or skinny jeans and
Converse improved by time and dirt,
Walk me to your flat and back,
You hold open doors and take my hand,
You don't say it, but neither do I,
Assume that we both understand,
Confused, elated, beautiful,
Feelings are overloading me,
So hold me too tight and kiss me goodbye,
And maybe you'll smother my inadequacy.
Video shock treatment
got my thoughts moving wavy ...
why ain’t my fear of the future
dawn misty dissipating?
This mental picture is getting more hazy
Dr. Strangelove says
the other patients are nervously afraid
of my tin foil cathode crazy talking
Seems my current condition ain’t getting no better
Electric cult personality
got me screaming at the telly
As I try to warn everybody,
but it looks like nobody can see
those invisible mind control
piercing pulsating nano-needles injecting
Everybody around me
got a bargain cut-rate surgery
Government free lobotomy
Pinocchio politicians offering gift rubles,
handing out pet puppet lemmings ...
Lord knows, I’m not dreaming
Yet, Dr. Strangelove says
my cranial circuits are overloading again,
as I’m fighting to stop that invasive
satellite signal from getting patched in
Gotta leave this cuckoo’s nest,
time share eagle swift divest
However, I must be blood simple wise,
when there’s so many peeping eyes
Herr Doktor is a sly, smart mole
playing me dumb
But, I know an undercover G-man
when I see one
Dr. Strangelove says
my current condition isn’t getting any better
Then why are my spiritual survival instincts tingling wild —
Grim forecast: Expect nuclear holocaust bad weather
What does it mean
To be brave?
I ask myself this as I cascade
Coffee, pour the coffee
Overloading vacant round things
With handles that are supposed to make it easier
Make it so much more easier.. Then it seems
Supposedly
Burning tabletops with the scorching ferocity
Of eyes denied, deny, denied
of wisdom, unlocked
Held in each definite drop
Itsrighthereinfrontofmyface déjà vu
Knowing but unwilling to stop it
Gushing valor into a cup
Bravery
Does it mean to face enemies in darkened doorways?
Elements of surprise, tears in eyes, rapture of the hypnotized
Knifes in the back, trap door of the
Mind, spellbound between useless murmurs and
Unkempt promises of Senators
We no longer have Heroes
But villains dressed in capes and leggings with over drama
Tic
Twitches of false advertisement and guzzled gas prices
No, no, damnit
Keep pouring the damn coffee
Bravery
Does it mean, definition, what does it mean?
Exactly, tell me, really…
While you trace lines and scheme scatter plots
and talk like you know
What your talking about
Bossing me around like,
Pour the coffee, please, Mami
Bossing me around like
Stop, pushing, me, around
Being an idiot and risking it all for a spotlight
15 minutes, in light, in a spot
For what? Show off
I give bad advice, don’t listen
Stop listening, to salvation
I keep contemplating things that really have no meaning
Because nobody is
Brave, now-a-days
Bravery is knowingly stepping up to something that cannot be
Avoided, like a typhoon of endangerment without running
From the consequence
And knowing when to stop
Rushing excuses into Mugs
Inside me, only those
unfelt memories
are coming, enveloping me
I feel open ,raw
Under a sheet
Enticed to impossible senses
overloading me
Undoing my armor
Breaking every tight
Intense secret,
Oh, my unravelling
Hidden answers to
Everything kept inside
While over an unthinkable
Period always so evil,So intense,
pain overcomes me until morning
As light eases me, into releasing.
Over,done until tonight