Best Shrink Poems
My thinking was clear -till I met you last year
I was happy in my state of confusion.
But you couldn't bear it -you had to repair it
You offered my thinking transfusion.
When your intent -that's the meaning you meant
Is lost in a rush of rambling.
I think that I kinow -though your face doesn't show
It's those thoughts you're intent on unscrambling.
Oh my brain tries to jog -but my thinking is clogged
Were those meetings only to beat me?
For it's hard I confess -to answer my best
When you're doing you're all to unseat me.
When I lose your expression -in counseling session
I'll admit your conclusions elude me.
My mind's so confused -with those terms that you used
I think that it's time to exclude me.
There's no way I'll make it -I can't even fake it
My thinking I fear now is sour.
Shrinks are the blame -they all are the same
Seeing patients for only one hour.
You can take all the credit -your money and bet it
My reasoning powers are blown.
Yes- if ignorance is bliss -I can promise you this
No more thinking I'll do on my own.
I thank you -(I think)- you're a pretty good shrink,
And I hope you can grin now and bear it.
But I'm hiding my brain -and from thinking refrain,
I am on the wagon - I swear it!
The days go by
as I walk around the man made lake,
churning the tides of time backwards
making butter from the gold and brown broth
a solitary wanderers on the same gravel path.
Always a person for whom the flow meant danger
from spring to summer, I walk the scene
with cheery “mornin’s”
popping the insular bubbles
of self imposed
Silence.
The days go by
as spring returned to my aged step.
The flow lures the weary mind tired of treading water.
Glassine eyes cataract dimmed clear and lift to blue skies.
Familiar faces grin back hooked
on a cheery “mornin’”
Marshaled resources clockwise turn.
Forward thinking, right sided, occasion walks
from summer to fall
popping the insular bubbles
of self imposed
Silence.
can i get a back beat
my doctor
is a proctor
not to be bothered
about your father
so go further
blur blurring vision
deciding decisions
yo
begin again
begin again
i've never sinned
casting stones
throw in the towel
after a awhile
fashion fashionably
late for a date
yo
no make up
making me make
taking a take
a second glance
a second glance
yo
yo
yo
loca mujer
hair dyed rojo
afro fantastico
don't know when
even then
then is now
bow to you
you're my Muse
muse about
get it all out
no leather couch
here where
all are chairs
take care
take your meds
bed is bedtime
time i'm instead
writing about her
again about her
again
yo
vinyl record scratching
back records show
you're good to go
yo
yo
you're good to go
te quiero
te quiero
Something I've always wondered about
A subject near and dear to my heart
Why don't sheep shrink in the rain
It's puzzled me right from the start!
A theory that sometimes is bandied about
Maybe their wool is non-shrinking
Sounds quite a bit far fetched to me
Someone's jazzing me I'm thinking!
Quite plausible if you think about it though
But whether it's true or it's not
Sheep I've talked to don't give a rat's ass
Damn wool is making them hot!
Mind games with my shrink.
Only giving me seconds to think.
His or my sanity on the brink.
Telling him what he wants to hear.
So these psychotic thoughts don't interfere.
I love a profession where all you do is ask questions.
I see your obsession.
Diagnosing patients.
With the power of suggestion.
Mocking once again.
Your profession.
So continue with your notes and antidotes.
On how to fix a fairy tale gone wrong.
So incarcerate me to the nearest psych ward.
At least with the nuts I won't be bored.
Your heart is in the right place but your dealing with a head case.
My aunt wanted me to write something espeacially for her,and as much as i like original's i
prefer the second draft to this one:
Maybe she's
cool
Maybe am a favourite neice
Of a shrink of love and peace
The cream
To my fruit
Exhausted samy
Cant have the kids on mute
Pasta sauce
"It's mint,not meat"
Shopping tour in rome
In her tiny shrunken feet
Ms.Riane
A dumbfounded shrink
And her neice
Who can't attend the sink
The shivering dutch trees
And a mashamba me
Will have in her heart
Her favourite aunty
(Mashamba:A swahelli word referring to someone who is not accustomed to something
commenly known in the modern word)
My friend Al had a case of depression
Spent hours in psychiatric sessions
His soul he laid bare
The shrink didn't care
He billed even more for regression
splintered moons are always moving over my night skies
and shooting stars always are greeted with a surprise
sunsets, in autumn, always fall with the leaves that let go
and someday you will eventually know
that everything happens for an unknown reason
shadows stretch as each night dims to a darker gray
and stars wink in a direction that's a thousand years away
as clouds move through and cry frozen tears of snow
and someday you will eventually know
that love also has a calendar of changing seasons
each day the night betrays the sun at a different time
and the stars twinkle their lights to a rhythmless chime
but in the darkest days of winter there's no sun left to glow
and someday you will eventually know
that all cycles seem to have an act of treason
Digital Age--Psychological Zone!
Driven to rage by an over-smart phone!
My phone hates me, that fact made quite clear.
Yet, somehow I love it and want it near.
Irksome voice inside it cannot be hushed,
wants me to answer when I can't be rushed.
It cycles news so I don't have to think
Right now, I just need a telephone shrink!
In texts, it substitutes words that I say;
I hate/love it more with each passing day.
I'm driven by-polar in the new 5G space.
Bring back Ma Bell and save the Human Race!
February 10, 2022
for "Let's Explore Digital Technology" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Simon Rogerson
syllable check: P.S. Syllable Checker (that gave "5g" a zero count)
I could feel the rhythm of my obscure
thoughts in sync
sturdy scrutiny, into the mirror
I glimpse deeply in the
reflection of the nymph
somehow I outwit the quixotic
hold of the sylph,
frightened to my demise,
tons of strength fills my belly,
blinking lights, driving under the influence of my mind
You!
you ruined everything,
I'm not in the position to connect
or link to you no more,
no! I'd never use me this woefully
i’d never use me this poppy
but you did!
you Did!!
you stopped before we even proceeded
You were my everything,
my everything!
still you mortified me horrifically
you neglected our tryst,
don’t!
don’t try convincing me to feel better,
you built my moments yours
left me in the cold
I remember every lie you notified me with,
crushed my hopes with thunderstorm,
pushed my stoicism without no thinking,
rejected my Lips and kiss like cancer,
I curse the day I thought forever,
you moved me into inferno,
let me inquire one more time
Do you ever think of me?
shhh! shhh! lies! lies!!
I stridently oppose those professed fibs
they seem untrue
wait! my confusion is your continuous lifestyle
in untruthfulness
You split my bosom in seconds
left me in 2
I detest you!
I detest how you lived without me
I hooked you when you cut down
I smiled when they jested
held you by the kneels, put you right back on edge
still, you picked the nerve to pull out on me
you quit on me?
Exploiting yet preying on me?
how do you feel?
no! do not dodge
Respond to me, how do you feel now?
did you think you could live without me?
Ugh, this sunrise encounter is terrible
with you here
i’m Completely
Buggered Now, You Should Forget Me.
Zip It.
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“Do you ever,” she asked,
“write a poem 'bout someone that
you wouldn't show 'em?”
I had to think on that one.
“Not really,” I finally answered.
Her gaze begged for more.
“My poetry's true
while the venom I spew
tends towards the prosaic
and souls sympathetic
to my in-the-moment
human condition.
I'm lucky like that,
havin' snake handlers in my life.”
“When's the last time you danced
on a rainbow?” she asked.
as if it was so easy to
trade & throw around the
vulnerability of a
human being who’s tripped,
fallen
crashing
down
with
face
to
cement,
as if the life of the doctor
mattered more,
as if giving advice
(however relevant or
helpful)
warranted a monetary
reward,
as if there was to be no
attachment
allowed,
because all along the doc was
planning his/her escape
if this one was
“unfixable”---
like a scab crossing a picket
line, like a pharmaceutical
company mad scientist
promising healing to
a starving diseased person
being used by Big Pharm as
a guinea pig for whatever
potions they’ve most
recently concocted---
rotten to the
core &
out for
blood (coulda’ been
anything else but they
chose this path &
leave the kitchen when
it gets too hot
for another to come &
try to cook
all
over
again).
Why is the world like this
Can't you see what one day you'll miss
No because we are out getting high
But on the inside we just want to die
We go out with a friend
But we are too insecure to let them in
We steal and cheat
But we are afraid to get punished and beat
We try to feel great
But we are told we are a mistake
Yelling is all we hear
Because family value decided to disappear
We always shrink
Because on the inside we care what others think
SOMETIMES I SHRINK
Back from it all. There are a million bows to tie.
Why should I be studious? Maybe if I were a kid
again I wouldn’t be spoiled rotten.
I never claimed to understand potential.
A lot of circumstances could spawn up from nowhere.
Right honest you pussy.
I bleed buckets of salt.
My wounds are corrupt and smell sour.
Light me up. I am a lamp. There is a deception here.
The trick is smoke and magic. Pay attention before I snap
my fingers. The sound of my pen writing is a bird dying.
My state is in death. The bath belongs to me.
My stench is holding me back.
Wash off these chains. Pull them out
of the brick and keep going. Tough guy,
dust off like nothing happened.
Get control of yourself.
Accept that we don’t welcome lesbians here.
I’m smothered by wool. Most people are three bags full.