Best Wacky Poems
air rockets skyward
uppercutting inside
plastic neon flesh
contorting at inhuman angles
what does my body language spell?
ankles anchored into the Earth
to stay grounded as the wave
of time and space crashes
a flood of stagnant flux
there is a symphony of bones
snapping and cracking
in twisted orchestrations
the act of existing for me
is a resilient demonstration
Let’s look at our wars, rebellions,
riots and disturbances
which have been burning our world up till now.
Baghdad, Jerusalem, Gaza, West Bank, Mindanao,
Ambon, Aceh and many other places in the world
have been burnt out.
So much blood has shed
Too many lives have lost in vain
What have we really been looking for?
What have we really been showing off?
Looking for an honor?
Keeping world peace?
Reaching a glory?
Winning a victory?
Showing off patriotism, nationalism?
Striving for jihad or the spirit of religion?
No. Absolutely not
We have not been doing anything of the sorts
but for our own sake only,
that is to satisfy our evil passions.
We have, of course, found nothing except
bigger and bigger hatred which spread
all around the world
We have exactly showed off nothing except
our greed to own what other people own.
Let’s look at again and again
the crashes our doings have resulted,
the chaos our actions have caused.
People, children and women who are innocent
have been killed by our bullets, missiles and bombs
Let’s ask our inner heart some questions:
Is that in a fair way to reach our world peace?
Is that in a fair way to unite our mankind?
Is that also in a fair way to affirm our humanity?
We all certainly will answer at once :
No. Absolutely not
(But of course
who is the man will plead himself his insanity …
None!
We are all in fact though.
(It is exactly we all who have become insane.)
DIRE STRAITS was playing on the KITCHEN radio while ROSIE tried in vain to play along
with “Money for Nothing” on her HAMMOND organ. Her house always looked like a NUCLEAR
WASTE(land) with huge TID-BITS of food all over the counters and floor. Her husband
Roscoe was an inept VACUUM SALESMAN who went door to door wearing blue SPANDEX
BOXER SHORTS. His face was full of zits that looked like LUNAR CRATERS. Roscoe constantly
dabbed the zits with LISTERINE SOAKED TISSUE(s) as his MEDICINE of choice. It wasn’t
CONVENTION(al) but it lessened the PAIN somewhat.
FRIENDS and neighbors never invited the pair to any of their GIG(s) because they ate
like “cone heads” when they were in the WINE AND DINE mode. On rare occasions when
they did partake of a repast at someone’s house they left WORMHOLES in all the sandwiches.
They would just take a sample bite and put it back on the tray which always reviled the next
one in line.
The two of them are so socially ignorant that when it came time to thank the host for the
invitation, they felt it was a UFO situation. To them, this meant in their DRIFTING minds they
were Un F...ing Obligated to say thanks. I say all of this because knowing my brother and
sister-in-law as I do, I guarantee they will never experience any INSOMNIA or remorse over
their outrageous public behaviors.
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Shut your eyes and picture
a fun-filled, wacky world.
Where stars bejewel night,
and reality's blurred.
Imagine a blue sky;
with billowing white clouds.
And allow that image;
to supplant city crowds.
Think of when you last smiled:
focus upon that thought.
And relive the feelings
that remembered smile, brought.
Let your mind consider
life's possibilities.
And don't limit your wants
or capabilities.
Dream about tomorrow
if you don't like today.
Cut loose by happy thoughts,
depression drifts away.
Open your eyes, and see
reality anew.
Life bristles with wonders:
and one of them is you.
JUST WIERD
HERE'S A LITTLE POEM THAT'S WEIRD,
YOU DON'T HAVE TO READ IT WORD FOR WORD.
WACKY-CRAZY
FUNNY-ZANY
DON'T FORGET TO LAUGH A LOT,
LIFE TO SERIOUS TURNS TO ROT.
WACKY- CRAZY
FUNNY-ZANY
PLAY GAMES AND SHARE THE FUN
NO ONE HAS YOU ON THE RUN
WACKY- CRAZY
FUNNY-ZANY
FOR WHEN YOU ARE CONTENT, OTHERS WONDER,
HOW TO BE THIS WAY, TO GET OUT OF THEIR SLUMBER.
WACKY-CRAZY
FUNNY-ZANY
HERE'S A LITTLE POEM THAT'S WEIRD,
YOU DON'T HAVE TO READ IT WORD FOR WORD.
WACKY-CRAZY
FUNNY-ZANY
THE WACKY WORLD OF WEIRD
Dr. James E. Martin
©October, 2013
The wacky world of weird,
Has never disappeared.
It remains today,
It won’t go away,
Its adherents are loudly cheered.
What do we find funny
What makes us tickle
Laughter can come easy
But sometimes it's fickle
One person chuckles
Another just groans
Depends on your senses
If you giggle or moan
Some find humour
In most things they see
Depends on your outlook
That's surely the key
Go around moping
With chin on the ground
You sure won't be able
To wipe off that frown
You must laugh at life
And not take it serious
If you fret over things
You'll soon be delirious
So take this advice
From someone who knows
Be happy and jolly
Away with the woes
The world's just a stage
For your comedy routine
Just keep 'em laughing
And try keeping it clean!
© Jack Ellison 2012
We giggled on Sue's wedding day
She walked with her dog down the aisle!
Fresh flower bouquet's - so passé
We giggled on Sues's wedding day
Sue held a quirky food bouquet!
Her canine bridesmaid made us smile
We giggled on Sue's wedding day
she walked with her dog down the aisle!
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Rosie Hammond went to a convention held in the town of Gig Harbor
With vacuum salesmen she would wine and dine while worrying about her daughter.
She was suffering from pain caused by the medicine she took for her insomnia disorder
Drifting off to sleep before the meal was complete she dreamt a UFO took her to the boarder.
Being in such dire straits to stay awake she sniffed a Listerine soaked tissue
Loosing their wits watching these tid-bits her friends asked, “What’s been bothering you?”
“Don’t get your spandex boxer shorts all out of sorts making lunar craters from wormholes,
You’re daughter will be fine just give her some time,” are the things that Rosie was told.
So they continued to taste the nuclear waste sent from the restaurant’s kitchen
And Rosie’s mind was free to let her be a contributor to the convention.
How to define funny
What makes us tickle
Humour comes easy
But sometimes it's fickle
One person laughs
Another just groans
Depends on your senses
You giggle or moan
Some find humour
In most things they see
Depends on your outlook
That's surely the key
Go around moping
With chin on the ground
You sure won't be able
To wipe off that frown
You must laugh at life
And not take it serious
Don't fret over things
Silly and frivolous
Look at this guy
Turned seventy-seven
Very few sad thoughts
On his journey to Heaven
So take this advice
From someone who knows
Try hard to be jolly
Smile down to your toes
The world's just a stage
For your comedy routine
Just keep 'em laughing
But please keep it clean
© Jack Ellison 2012
I've visited many towns and cities as I've traversed this old orb,
Their culture, their food, their beauty and architecture to absorb.
Istanbul, Tokyo, Athens, Casablanca and London I fondly recall;
Well-known names, but the names of English villages beats them all!
It would be interesting to know who established the town of Throop,
And the name of the prankster who settled the village of Droop!
The borough of Great Snoring must be a sleepy village (so to speak).
I suspect Piddlehinton is rife with bushes to hide behind to sneak a leak!
I suppose citizens of Blubberhouse are proud to call it their abode.
Picklechurch and Picklescott are villages with exotic names bestowed.
Then there are the towns of Affpuddle, Puddletown and Briants Puddle.
What crackpots concocted those names to amuse and thus befuddle?
Barton In The Beans and Bitchfield grace the verdant country-side,
And in the bergs of Didling and Papplewick, denizens happily abide.
I must admit that here in the colonies there are oddly named towns too,
Like Bean Blossom, Tillamook and Intercourse, just to name a few!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
A bitter-sweet soup of yellow
A touch of loving thought
A special spice, quite mellow
A mystical charm, only just brought
A whisk, a wave and a shuffle
A dance, a shake and a whirl
Getting in quite a kerfuffle
A bracelet with a green pearl
A wave of a wand and the first bit: "Abra"
Twisting round and round
Another wave with the last bit: Cadabra
A weird, silly, funny sound
What you get is something nice
Pleasure, happiness and a smile
It carries an enormous price
I bet you havent seen one of these things in a while
Spandex Boxer Shorts. with Listerine Soaked Tissue~
It was a night of Tid-Bits and Friends,
Rosie was no where to be found-how profound,
drifting in pain, we were in dire strights out of the gate!
Even with wine and dine,still the wormholes in my mind
Insomnia presides~Tides~Filter through.
In the kitchen,was my convention like lunar craters
the vacuum salesman were everywhere, they stare, they glare
Hammond and I took the gig~ we were there, with medicine
high with nucular waist-ed
out of our minds eye~ We Lie
Tom abandoned his room in Dire Straits
when he left for the convention.
His dirty spandex boxer shorts
are begging for attention.
**** and bits of this and that,
UFOs of every kind (Unknown foreign objects)
are littering and piled so high
I fear for what I'll find.
There's a piece of wood with wormholes
resembling lunar craters.
I wonder should I try to clean
or call exterminators.
My head begins to throb, a pain
is drifting in and out.
The medicine Dr. Hammond prescribed
has not put it to rout.
I had insomnia last night.
It's hard to stay awake.
That gig of Tom's had better not
turn out to be a fake.
Our Rosie is in the kitchen cleaning
what appears to be nuclear waste.
Something is boiling on the stove.
I stop to take a taste.
My plans to wine and dine my friends
are going all awry.
Tom's mess has emptied out my brain.
I forgot to bake my pie.
Vacuum salesmen at the door
are just the final straw.
I throw my Listerine soaked tissue
saying, "Leave or I'll call the law."
Meanwhile my Tom is having fun,
my lazy, thougtless, spoiled, loved son.
Going on vacation
down to Spring Hill, Florida,
decided to take in some attractions,
and with Weeki "Wacky" practically
right up the road,
drove there to do some investigating,
hearing that they have live mermaids
is something I've never seen,
so took it upon myself to check it out,
because they say seeing is believing,
got there just in time to take
in the next mermaid show,
and as I counted them swimming
around they turned out to be four,
three of them looking like a young Ariel,
the fourth one I did a double take
because she looked so familiar,
she looked older and had flaming red hair
just like the others,
but her costume was like the color
hot pink and much more gaudier,
finally getting closer to the mermaid tank
I realized who it was and started to giggle,
because believe it or not,
and I guess she never retired her mermaid costume,
it was none other than Bette Midler!