I fought the good fight, yet still I lost
and you stood in brackish silence
with bitter reward in briny eyes
proffering spiny frowns
shoulders crumbled with aging ache
and brow dimpled with sour failure
I staggered dragging the last crumbs
through the madness of a blue funk
Rudolph and Santa, two jolly good friends,
On their own friendship, so much depends.
One day, they both fought,
'Cause someone stole what they'd bought
But soon, they were able to make amends.
Later that day, they caught the thief,
But learning he'd sold their goods caused them grief.
They then informed the police,
Who gave them ten Pounds apiece.
That their kind gesture brought them relief.
While heading back home, that same day,
They both discovered they'd long lost their way,
Because of the beer they'd drunk,
They sat in a blue funk ~
That Santa was drunk no longer hearsay.
With trepidation the dentist I called
Gripped by agony a terrible ache
He took one look absolutely appalled
I was in blue funk and started to shake.
Blue latex gloves he snapped on with relish
My thoughts at that moment “I cannot win”
Fearful and ridged felt sure I would perish
Many decayed teeth, clearly 'tis a sin!
Big Lecture on benefits of flossing
While he polishes a bright smile for me
Toothpaste now swirling my mouth is frothing
He's pleased with results I don't disagree.
Perfect fillings and extraction later
I survived, thanks to defibrillator.
When I am tired, sad, lonely, bored, or depressed
I remind myself to bring out Mightiest Me.
Mightiest Me is joyful, excited and thrilled with life.
She loves being unleashed; we laugh together upon arrival.
How can you do it? Some ask me. I have a few answers.
I know how awful it was before I summoned Mightiest Me.
I could stay in a blue funk, sad for hours, days, then weeks.
I did not get dressed or greet people. I wanted to sleep.
I guess I invented Mightiest Me to pull me up.
To give me pep talks, to hug me and love me.
She has never disappointed or disrespected me.
I had enough of that before she appeared the first time.
Chain rhyming scheme: aaba bbcb ccdc dddd
Iambic tetrameter: da-DUM-da-DUM-da-DUM-da-DUM
And Yet, Another
An errant wind ran dead in spring
lost lives chilling ain't no big thing
saints live across where river parts
just love of life freedom does bring
no spades facing just ace of hearts
a bro bought smokes payment imparts
store clerk alleged fake bill, and drunk
nine-one-one called, by fits and starts
flashlight taps car glass, clunk, then clunk
show hands gun drawn obeys, blue funk
from hooping his mouth foamed, not crazed
begs mom, as three pressed, his heart sunk
ignored pleas, time and time, sets phased
swarmed crowds sadly look on amazed
stagnant with no pulse, warning raised
shocked city and country soon fazed.
2021 April 12
Summer time blue funk
Can't stand all this humid stuff
I have had enough
Car's like an oven
Air-conditioner's working
But the heat is winning
Sweat just pours off me
Clothes and sand stick to bodies
Go to a nude beach
There it's no torture
To frolic in the water
And to "hang" out there...
Once in a blue moon.
being blue in the blue hour, and then:
'Damn it to blue blazes!' - out of the blue,
one may be just out of the blues.
For the true blue feeling gone,
walking away into the wide blue yonder.
leaving nothing but the blue devils themselves
who just keep on talking a blue streak
till one gets into a blue funk.
Like blue blazes, black-and-blue again
one gets stuck in one's own blue chamber
between the devil and the deep blue sea,
being blue around the gills,
keep on listening to the blue note
over and over again.
It's so hard, sometimes
To remove this cerement
To muster a veritable smile
To schlepp out of the sediment
It will end, I know
When authentic smiles will replace
The disingenuous air
I bedaub to my face
The crazy part is, it seems
That the solution to my abasement
Though well within my clout
Looms just far of my embracement
Motivation! To do the work
For which I have the skill
Seems lacking in my repertoire
As does the supportive shill
The breeze of hope will blow away the deep foliage of despair
Hearts in blue funk a bright scintilla of earnest hope will mend and repair
A new dawn embarks on the streets where once darkness dwelt
Bow down to the Mercy of Mother Nature to which the world Knelt
A breeze of hope gently caress the coldest despair.
Wading in waters
Tainted as Mexico's Gulf
Yet creek bed shallow
Flaling in waters
Murky as an old river
Qualms rising chest high
Drowning in waters
Falling like Niagara
Adriatic deep
Drifting on waters
From a self-inflicted wound
Atop bundled sticks
Crossing the waters
With ripples of her blue funk
On the horizon
Feeling sad?
Well that's too bad,
But why mope around in a dark blue funk?
Don’t let life’s trouble
Burst your bubble.
Why waste your time on all that junk?
Now, life might have you in the pits,
But it's not time to call it quits.
Don't let those dark thoughts clutter up your mind.
Come on now, let's meditate
On things that cheer and elevate,
And leave the morose, gloomy things behind.
A great big laugh
On your behalf
Might drive the gloomy mist away.
And a toothy grin
Above your chin
Could brighten someone else’s day.
A chuckle might forestall
The family doctor’s call,
And, maybe, even shoo away the nurse.
Some stuff and nonsense matter
Could make the day go better,
And, I guarantee, it will not make it worse.
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