Best Thinking Cap Poems
Gripping pen in desperation
for just one word to appear
An hour passes, two, then three
til the day's end is near
Just when I feel like giving up
something sparks within
as thoughts are put in order,
I see it's half-past ten
There can be no stopping now
the words would quickly fade
I won't give in until I know
a masterpiece is made
Here is doggie to my right
and kitty in my lap
Patiently waiting once again,
for me to rid my thinking cap
I pat their heads from time to time
so they know I still care
But to stop right where I'm at,
oh no, I wouldn't dare!
The words are flowing smoothly
and now I'm going strong
Looking up, I realize,
I've been up all night long
The sun is slowly peeking
above the mountains grand
Aching back, slits for eyes,
there's no feeling in my hand
I may now be a zombie
with a body tired and worn
But, I feel a sense of gladness
another poem has been born!
I wrote what I thought was a 'poem' some years ago,
but it lacked rhythm, rhyme, and had no smooth flow.
Its imagery was blurry, and it filled my heart with grief
to read the overdose of alliteration, so far beyond belief.
To be quite blunt, it was a freakin, fricken, flippen flop.
I was distraught reading what I'd written and had to stop.
"W T F W T?" I shouted at myself in complete disgust!
Had I just said that aloud? Was I so irked that I'd cussed?
The vibrato pulsing in my voice shook the high bookshelf,
and on the floor fell the pimp... the spying Christmas elf!
"Stay there you lil bugger!" I yelled down at him. "You suck!!"
I could've sworn he made a mental note for Santa. W T F?
Threw him in the trash. With greasy, yucky stuff he went.
I sat at my keyboard, deciding time would be better spent
in writing poetry that would supersede that piece of crap.
I wanted to clear myself of fault and put on my thinking cap.
The first line read, "My muse is older, and I should scold her..."
But I heard a loud gasp and felt a hard punch on my shoulder.
Atop my head she beat me with a broom!, Yes, I was struck
from behind. I saw blind fury in her eyes and yelled, "W T F?"
within Zieglerville, pennsylvania
genuine snow white hair
upon her noggin doth adorn,
perhaps she will divulge to me (in private)
after i croon (to said lass),
the melody of Jimmy Crack Corn
hmm...or, maybe this mission
perchance twill be doomed from the start,
and hence finding me forlorn
thenceforth, a backup contingency measure,
would warrant me to don my thinking cap,
and for extra ordinary reinforcement unfold
each Taj Mahal shaped ear flap
plus (for reinforced ironic steeliness),
aye also resort to buttress
any aural "stormy Dani yelling)
via walled in interlap,
which accouterment functions
as a double agent i.e. (or,
to be rather crude),
an audiological jockstrap
to vet or figuratively kneecap
any unwanted infiltrating leaping lap
ping "FAKE" distracting news
inducing madcap
mass media circus
driving this generic teetotaler
to pour himself a nightcap
essentially providing wig gull room
with very little margin of ear err, or overlap
against bigwigs to trumpet pap
pill low ma rendered free and clear
asper insidious (mama mia) paparazzi
charting imp pea ching fear
bringing out bare arms
most likely something internuclear
simply to discover visa vis authenticity
if cute employee
(sporting hair
white as the virgin snow),
which doth simmer and glare
blindingly, thus necessitating sunglasses
(I choose the Ray-Ban brand)
as recommended by cited
all time favorite pharmacist
who unwittingly (or simply because
my myopic eyes didst stare)
fixedly - drawn to such a darling (doll ling)
explaining any reason to go THERE
to CVS - that tis where.
James Gareth is what you call me Destroyer
No charge but released by a good lawyer
A technicality as my names Gareth James!
That’s Gareth first, now I’ve shot you down in flames!
Oh, and my H.C. Hammers, did you want them back?
They may need a wash as they’ve been half way up my crack.
I know they are your favourite undercover police clothes
The cap that came with it, you want that back I suppose?
That must be the cap you was on about?
You shot me! Zap, Zap zigidy Zap
Is that all you could come up with? Put on your thinking cap!
Back to the drawing board, you must go
Find some words, none of yours offend me so!
I called you hot, I remember, for that I know
I meant the humid heat coming from your big toe!
My words of yesterday may rot like you said
Mother nature and I, we share the same bed ;-)
I’m surprised you know what a Haiku is?
Maybe you should hang in your gloves, and try a kids quiz?
I think you need to chose a brand new name
Your reputation now, has been shot down in a flame
Destroyed my poetry, for you have not
Your name again, remind me, for I have forgot?
(I said it would take me a while PD!!! Good fun to write though!!)
For poets seeing this for the first time, it is fun autherised fun between the poets involved!
No new blogs needed!!!
I have searched and read and plodded,
through books and places and time.
Blindly searching for the answers,
to this feeling which is mine
I would travel unto the ends of the earth,
in places most perilous and dire.
Herein lies the question,
of this burning fire.
So I sat and donned my thinking cap,
to figure out this riddle ,
no fear of the cost.
For you see if I cannot
my sanity ,
surely will be lost
In my mind I've pondered this ,
over and over again,
Probably at least a million times,
honestly no more than ten.
I was thinking about the longing,
ache and loneliness,
when at my minds door ,
my heart ,
it did knock.
Non sense ,
I am sure with reason
this mystery to unlock.
At once my heart broke down the door
betwixt it and my mind.
Listen to me just this once,
not your thoughts at all this time.
Then the answer came shining, clear
from far up above.
The answer all so hard to figure out,
was simply it was Love
Oh, it's more than difficult, penning this poem.
It's your birthday,daughter, and with a bad cold, I am stuck at home!
Thank you for your fifty-two loving years of life!
Watching you grow from infant to today,a fantastic mother and wife.
Your are a true American patriot, too.
How proud I was when you were elected to public office!
And still honor God, and the Red, White and the Blue.
You are a true giver in every sense of that word.
When people need anything, you are their very sustenance bird.
You have read every poem I ever wrote.
Not all children do~ what's more, you wrote close to 1,200 appreciation
notes!
Hardly, a top Poet here, I tried so hard at first,but now re-thinking,
I don't belong here much longer,
There is something far bigger~ I thirst.
Life is full of highways and by-ways, I think you know that.
So I hope God lets me know what's next..with a little note at midnight
in my thinking cap.
Enjoy your sparkling candles and most delicious cake!
Because you know the magic of how to give, more than to take.
You are the epitome of walking love with a smile for everyone.
And your son, Eddie,just like you, shines as the noonday son.
Love eternally and gratefully~
Mom and Irene ^~^
March 10, 2020
7pm PST
An idiom for you
An idiom for me
It’s just an expression,
a message, you see.
Silence is golden.
Trouble comes in three.
Each to his own taste.
The powers that be.
A rock and a hard place.
Bat out of Hell.
A pig in the poke.
The day will tell.
Pedal to the metal.
Pie in the sky.
Over the top.
Apple of my eye.
Pictures paint a thousand words.
They are dropping like flies.
Put your thinking cap on.
Pull the wool over his eyes
Now, I have shed
some knowledge here for all.
Go learn some more idioms and
have yourself a ball!
An applaud in negative
In writing or voluble,
Appreciate one must
To further spring up,
A poetic grand slam !
Sarcastic comments
Take digs at you,
Aggressive remarks
The missiles,
To drop you dead !
Throwing a frisbee
Beyond reproach,
Reprimand,
Rebellion,
Give or do battle !
A censure,
Although Depreciates ,
Distresses and Disheartens,
Repel depression,
Essentiates introspection !
Be factualistic,
Don't divagate,
Be dianoetic,
Argue and analyse,
Put on a thinking cap !
Written on 5/5/14
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On 30/5/14
Words
Words make verses and rhymes.
Expressions of my mind
have been with me throughout time.
Rhyme and reasoning
Words with grammatical seasoning.
They can hurt you
or nurture you.
My words can be uplifting
life shifting,
even spiteful,
some needing decrypting.
They can be soul searching
thought provoking and
soul cleaning
Put your thinking cap on and decipher
my meaning.
The words can touch your heart
And hit that just right spot,
to make you think without a blink
and giving a wink
to the person who used the ink
to print the words
you’ve just heard
too open your soul
to help you gain or loose control.
Vowels, consonants making words and phrases.
Some may garner praises.
Some eloquent, some raw, some poised some powerful
and some hilariously crazy
may make the sleep push up daisies.
Words on war, words on peace
Words of the decease.
Words of suffrage
from women wanting passage
to be an individual.
Words of bravery endurances
Words challenging occurrences.
Words about our favorite people
Words about people worshiping under the pointed steeple
Words about people and faraway places.
Words about different races.
The words are sometimes the same.
Some bring thoughts of possibility
Some may bring shame
Still expressions of caring and sharing
Some soul searching and soul bearing.
So read my subjects, adjectives, pronouns and verbs,
and formulate your own expressive words.
Give access to your thoughts and feelings,
because words can be very appealing and revealing.
It’s time, its here, it’s that time of year
Time for chocolate eggs and a bunny
But look deeper in and ask, is it a sin?
For many do trivialise with a hat that is funny.
The deeper meaning behind, is getting harder to find
Why chocalte eggs are given and eaten just now.
Is there a glut of them? Is there a chocolate laying hen?
Or a chocolate factory that's owning a cow.
Is there a golden rabbit? Did somebody bag it?
This is one thing I do not know.
But what it means to me, is not hard to see
The size of the egg or the rabbit is for show.
As I don't like chocolate bunnies or eggs
I am out to rescue the bunny, hen and cow
But what to do when the rescue is through
I will put on my thinking cap just now
When they are free You can leave it to me
I will find something new to do with them.
As for Easter this year, you need have no fear
The animals will soon all be free
To stop them being abused
And to keep me amused
No clue to the killer of the Easter bunny….
it’s me.
© 21/03/2013
Fancy Dress
You could;
Come as an Indian Chief
Or perhaps a Downhill Skier?
Come as a Jewel Thief
Or a red nose Reindeer
Come as a Grizzly Bear
Or a puppet on a string
Trousers with a wide flair
Or just about anything
Why not a Preacher?
Or an Alien from space
An absent-minded teacher
Or clown with painted face
A character from history
Like Alexander the Great
Someone cloaked in mystery
A juggler from the fete
So, put on your thinking cap,
There’s lots that you could be.
What’s it going to be old chap?
Please not the same as me!
WHAT IF....
What if we thought of creative solutions
to issues like drugs and pollution,
poverty and munitions,
crime and overpopulation?
What if every chick and chap,
put on their creative thinking cap?
What if we sold everyone a perpetual phone?
Instead of guns, no one would be alone....
Connect everyone to the worldwide web,
All humans in Jung's vast collective,
One connected global race,
Smile's on every human face.
What if no one was taught bigotry,
One global humanity to be free,
What if we taught all kids to walk away,
Say 'no' to bullies and drugs each day?
What if there were more creative solutions,
Ideas for freedom from these pollutions?
What if all the chicks and chaps,
Did put on creative thinking caps?
Positives, instead of negative strife,
Yes, What if's could change everyone's life!
Dare to be different
Dare to confront your fears
Dare to think the box outside
Dare not to conform to the norm
Dare to put on your thinking cap
In the midst of thoughtless and thinking-less
People who will rather be religiously
Dogmatic to fables and hearsay
Dare to cross the ocean of limitation
Weaving webs of fallacies embedded in rote
Whose only aim is to reduce you to themselves
Dare to rise up
A giant you are within,stay dwarf don’t
Fan the embers of the flame of your
Imagination
Create nations with your notions
Unstoppable are they who dared to dream
In your dreams are endless realm of possibilities
Impossibilities and difficulties are for those
Who thinking is a labour too heavy to perform
Shake yourself from the shackles
There no chain strong enough to hold you
Because if you refuse to abide
Then you will abound in leaps and bound
I dare to dream differently
I dare to work differently
I dare to persevere differently
In my daring lies my success
In my daring lies my fulfilment
In my daring is my living
Isaacola AA
@newnaija
Self-observations
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I live my life through my poetry
I am the team of my insecurities
Living on the edge
Or Waiting to be held
I was taught the vital level of survival skills
Somehow, I fail in so many ways
My foundation tilt
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It has become easier to depend on others
For comforts, without lifting a muscles
Or turning on my thinking cap
I turn off all gaps
Maybe it could be signs of weakness;
Or a touch of madness
Perhaps a little of both
I never worry about my beauty
Because it’s unquestionable
I am so lovable,
But non-negotiable
To live by words, or to create my own language
Which I seldom do
To be the one who must decipher
U cannot stands alone or be written as just u (You)
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Self-observation is self-multiplying
And self- reflection
Beginning with my low and high
Timing is everything
However, do I have the time?
Next week I am college bound
An education is what I seek
Further knowledge to be found
In my quest I will not be meek.
School days for me has long since passed
For out of school I became a mother
On my list education became last
For me the choice was none other.
These are not the days of yesteryear
No having fun and going to school dances
For failure is what I fear
So no time for silly romances.
Time to study hard and long
College professors will take no excuse
For homework being late or how an answer is wrong
It will still be my neck in the noose.
This time around there is no marching band practice
All my spare time devoted to study
I may seem prickly like a cactus
But no time for me to be a buddy.
Time to buckle down and move ahead
No longer with my high school sweetheart
No more dragging feet full of lead
Time to give my life a brand new start.
No more jobs...I desire a career
My heart beats double time
But please do not jeer
School at my age is not a crime.
Bring on English and Math
Sorry my dear dear friends
I am following a new path
Time lost with them... will later make amends.
Time for the thinking cap
No worries of being a fool
Even though there is a huge time gap
Since the days of high school.
Knowledge is power
Education is key
No need to be dour
Law is the field for me.
For John Loving III Education game...Nara Shevanna you are next dear