Best Unhinged Poems
I ate myself the other day
Unhinged my jaw and chomped away
No crumb was left after I dined
No limbs, or head, or crooked spine
Each bite I took was bittersweet
Laced with love and shamed defeat
I didn't even say goodbye
To all I loved and held so high
My tummy rumbled, so then I ate
What was left of me,
That you didn't take
The power of the almighty flows through my heart and veins,
And pervades my being like the wings of birds wrap their young;
Like an angel or a divine soul, I am freed of pains,
The primordial cosmic energy flows in my lungs...!
Power empowered by divine love is unparalleled,
Psychic power attained by conscious meditation lasts,
By the power of right thoughts, words, and deeds evils are quelled,
The power of unity goes beyond all creeds and castes...!
Power, like diamonds between thick coals, is hidden in me,
Self-Realization, the soft-swam brush, cleans this diamond;
Love, patience, wisdom, and courage, like treasures of the sea,
Fill me and unite me with all; I'm no more an island...!
May kindness, which, like lifeblood, is my ultimate power,
Generously, I pray, on each being, may I shower...!!!
21 June 2023
Pick-A-Title, Vol 37 - Poetry Contest
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She was a daring escape artist,
secret agent in her own maniacally
complicit central intelligence gravitas,
gritting darkly ravaged plug-in gray matter
weapon of choice - unsystematic wordy tumult
seducing unhinged recondite translations
A rhetorical question finds me asking
(to no one in particular) why I recall
the names of grade school teachers
approximately fifty years ago (whose
names listed below), when the need
to retrieve necessary information due
ring examinations (less time ago)
often found me seized with sudden
inability to remember any vital ants
sirs (even including my name), thus
grudgingly handing over blank test paper
analogously surrendering a vital
document gracing terms of defeat
into the scaly claws (zen nay), sans
first to sixth grade Precambrian relic
(Missus Batson, Missus Rittenhouse,
Missus Wells, Mister Stout,
Missus Shaner, or Miss Rinderle).
Invariably majority of first thru
sixth grade accorded accredited
ancient authenticated creatures.
They freely exercised diabolical
churlish beastial animalistic zeal
us yakking, wickedly unprintable
upon (unprincipled urchin) at
receiving end of fiendishly grue
some hellish instructions. Assign
ments buttressed with ultimatums
harkening back to Jurassic period
earlier in dawning primate con
sciousness. Lesson material kindled
with justifiable license in league
with garnered insignia. Heft
to bring pupils to heal predicated
via warp and weft woven wonder
fully. Wrought writs welcomed
whips with warranty whenever
recalcitrant ruffian refused
respecting reptilian rubric repre
sentative rattling (The Idler Wheel
Is Wiser Than the Driver of
the Screw and Whipping Cords
Will Serve You More Than Ropes
Will Ever Do), which loosely
rendered regularly warbled
wishy washy verse curmudgeons
freedom granted to interpret
as one decrepit, hawkish insignia
certified one beaming Eve and/
or stud deed brute soffit. Education
often relied on the weekly reader,
and letters to and/or from Aunt
Emma. Nefarious mean linkedin
kickstarter jawboning torturous
treatment tolerated, asper imps
of the pervert, mutant Ninja
Turtles duty bound antsy
youthful yokel yodelers
weathering ululating sing-song
and quintessential precepts.
Kindness does not cost a penny- it is free for all,
to be considerate and kind is not that hard to do;
some would consider me weak, consider this a flaw,
perhaps I am deranged, unhinged, crazy, insane.
To show kindness is not a weakness- it is strength,
or am I mentally unbalanced and totally confused;
maybe I am psychotic to even think that anyone cares,
I must be unglued, unhinged to give it away freely.
But in the end- I must be true to me and my values,
so kindness and consideration I will give away freely;
and should I get it back that is a wonderful thing indeed,
more often it is all a one way street with not return address.
Still, I will never, ever stop being me . . .
_____________________________
August 28, 2016
Poetry/Verse/Kindness Unhinged
Copyright Protected, ID 16-823-847-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Unhinged like the minge
Wanting to be caressed not distressed
Images surrounding me , this is not play this is not go.
Pure folly as games go .
Dangling edges
sharpening remarks
spewing anger
seething kettle
whistling tunes
chiming remorse
overflowing bath
steaming kettle
whining brewing
coffees aromatherapy
sweetening words
silencing librarys
cataloging books
shelving memories
reoccurring nightmares
unfolding pages
turning lies
waiting patiently
sitting under
currents churning
butter spreading
distasteful rumors
floating boats
sinking emotions
erupting fights
unsettling anger
surfacing tears
dropping arms
dealing cards
reading palm
trees rustling
breeze blowing
bubbles forming
habits repeating
cycles abusing
boundaries encircling
egos clashing
symbols ringing
meaningful sounds
exploding tempers
flaring igniting
fires burning
Unhinged emotion
blinded by uncertainty
sedated for now
A man jumped on the subway tracks,
Delaying every train.
He paced and shouted; people asked him
What he hoped to gain.
He ranted incoherently
Yet strangers offered aid,
Despite the fact that they’d be late
For plans they might have made.
As minutes passed, nobody
Could convince him he should stop,
But he climbed up at last
Where he was handcuffed by a cop.
Reporters called the man “unhinged,”
As good a word as any,
For lately, that description
Might apply to far too many.
when into scaly claws, sans first
to sixth grade Precambrian relic
(Missus Batson, Missus Rittenhouse,
Missus Wells, Mister Stout, Missus Shaner,
or Miss Rinderle).
Invariably the majority
of elementary grades didst accord
accredited ancient authenticated creatures bored
(with exception of sixth)
freely exercised diabolical chord
churlish beastial animalistic
zealous yakking, wickedly,
aye (a basket case) deplored
unprintable (epithets) this then
(unprincipled urchin) puny pupil felt lord
did over whacked, sans receiving end,
viz fiendishly gruesome
hellish instructions mean teacher scored.
Assignments buttressed with ultimatums
harkening back to Jurassic period earlier
in the dawning primate consciousness.
Lesson material kindled justifiable license
in league garnered insignia heft brought pupils
to heal predicated, via warpped weft woven
wonderfully wrought writs welcomed whips
with warranty whenever recalcitrant ruffian
refused respecting reptilian rubric representative
saber rattling, where...
(The Idler Wheel Is Wiser Than the Driver
of the Screw and Whipping Cords Will
Serve You More Than Ropes Will Ever Do),
which loosely rendered regularly warbled
wishy washy verse curmudgeons freedom
granted to interpret as one decrepit, hawkish
insignia certified one beaming Eve and/or
stud deed brute soffit.
Education often relied on the weekly reader,
and letters to or from Aunt Emma to this Jack,
oh napeswho never wrote back
sheesh, alas and alack.
Nefarious mean linkedin kickstarter jawboning
torturous treatment tolerated, asper imps
of pervert, mutant Ninja Turtles duty bound
antsy youthful yokel yodelers weathering ululating
sing-song quintessential precepts.
adieu:
math a hew
scott harris a gentile Jew
all ways felt like new
kid on the block isolated
in his hermetically sealed queue
pay perm ash shay watched per view
whew
at last in conk clew shun to you
from one primate within the human zoo.
Unhinged, the tree hangs
delicately,
from the last,
broken bough.
She, passed
this way
in her fractile motion,
perpetual to the end
With hands clasped
behind,
her reckless eye wanders,
to my hourglass smile
Too long now
the old man reminds,
tired limbs
that rock aching heads
until faded
in cold faith
all dust
and time
Windblown
hair around my head,
something tells me I'm not dead.
Swallowing fireflys to light up
my insides................
Tasseled shawl against the chill,
taken by a darker thrill.........
Leftover noises,
a wanton world ,
chaos in a ballooning ballroom
of confetti dreams.
frozen fusion of the pupils,
whispered passions
melting mountains,
a spark..........
to shatter perfect darkness,
bright emerald reasons
for the waking Dragon's
slashing through the wisps
of silence
wrapped in crimson
static stillness
adrift in spangled
space as
unknown
as winter,
heaving lost horizons
out beyond the last eliptic,
Sun Seeker..........
Striking out across the cosmic sea
on the streams of black hole winds
A Summit of Escape!
raking in a comet's tail
and on beyond the spiral stars,
Oh, Onyx Hearted
jagged,breaking,
pouring forth your
coal black roses
through the portals wet with grieving
tearing back through
time eternal
to the howling end
of mind.
Must we be Mad?
Belittled and abandoned, the little boy grew up with a desolated soul and spirit hearing voices and seeing visions about unexistent things that only existed in his mind. Raised in an orphanage, years passed by and the boy became a man, that did not recognize the differences between sanity and unsanity. Nobody could bring him to receive the necessary treatment.
Schizophrenia was the mental aliment that impaired the reality of the poor man rejected since his childhood. One day walking near a bridge, trying to alleviate his anguish, he climbed to the top of the bridge, jumping to cold water and drowning without remedy, terminating his earthly existence and beginning a new one in a place where suicidals do not find the peace longer.
So you’re feeling like a lab rat,
cagey edicts don’t experimentally sit well with you
Those white coat government cats
be cheesing you off with the moldy logic they spew
Lockdowns are the latest liberty mousetrap —
Regulatory rules
has you shuffling priorities in a
decision-making maze
Masking your fears makes you jargon adept
Bureaucratic tools
got guinea pigs in info-read disarray
Bombarded by EM waves
Keep Pied piping that pandemic noise
24-7,
sunup to sundown
Audio dosage got you losing your poise
Nine eleven
is the replicated alarm
Nervous ticks
be giving you untimely, irregular palpitations
Keyboard clicks
spamming your eyes with scientific divinations
Herd impunity has you so unhinged!
Injectable salvation
is being force fed in a plastic syringe
Petri dish piety,
it has plenty of quarantine side-effects
Vial hesitancy
will hazard the odds to cadaver dissect
07-25-21
Summer blossom laden with
the morning
dew
Did you once walk upon this
road traversed
by not a few?
Did you let slip a million
suns for half a
fleeting moon?
Did you once hide your
bright petals and
wish for shifty noon?
Did your heart miss a
hundred beats for
someone dour and rude?
Did your eyes fail to see
what some call
ugly and some crude?
Did you once search for
happiness in unattended
doom?
Did you once give and not
recieve your
rainy season bloom?
Did you once feel the way I
feel unhinged filled with
gloom?