Dave Crandall is a fella who is always in tune.
Don't believe it when they say he's crazy as a loon.
He's a vegetarian, so you might not relate
to the curious items that you find on his plate.
He loves to solve mind-bending math puzzles just for fun,
and whether you like it or not, he'll surely ask you one.
He's got the sense of a blow-up animal balloon.
His favorite thing to watch is a Betty Boop cartoon.
He likes black and white movies from nineteen thirty-nine,
and folk songs from sixty-two, like "kisses, sweeter than wine."
While these anomalies, you might not think are so great,
I think you will agree, he should gain a little weight.
There was a chubby boy named Aflatoon
Floated down from nowhere one afternoon
wearing a baggy, funny looking pantaloon
in a colorfully decorated hot-air balloon.
To get his hands on a blue diamond soon
That shines, oh, but once in a blue moon,
Woebegone he landed in a muddy lagoon
And that made him go as crazy as a loon.
So he lay moored with a limp balloon
Like a sunken ship after a fiery typhoon,
Boy, he better do something pretty soon
All shall perish by the gloom of the moon.
5150 the state said get him off the street, he's as crazy as can be,
he says he sees spirit's leaving people going into other's you see.
Cuff him up lock him down, through him in a cell,
he's to crazy, a threat to society and himself, judge won't give him bail.
All He talk's about is spirit's, leaving one person going to another with everyone we go around,
then he says by our very words we speak, to them we are surly bound.
5150 criminally and mentally insane cause I don't believe in their rule,
they keep knowledge from us, but im 5150 me they can't fool!
We the people, truly are no more I hope that you see,
we once ruled the government, now they rule over you and me..
So no matter how anyone look's at me as if i'm crazy, I will always say,
yes I am 5150 in everything I do in each and every way.
Insanity or crazy which would you choose to be I ask of you,
insanity is doing the same thing over and over with the same outcome no matter what you do.
Working your whole life away hoping for somethin better, but it's just getting worse,
I'm 5150, I'm crazy as a loon- but I know insanity is a dead man's curse...
If it seems absurd
that a cuckoo bird
is as crazy as a loon,
but you hear the talk
he’s around a clock
all morning, night, and noon,
then it should not astound
that he’s a little wound,
and sounds a kooky tune.
When a pachyderm
gets the urge to squirm
does it wrinkle up his skin?
If he dunks a skunk
with his long gray trunk
would you say he stinks again?
Can he use his nose
like a big long hose
to wash away his sin?
If the sky turns gray
on a rainy day,
does he just blend right in?
The world is oh so deep.
It keeps me from my sleep -
like, why do we count sheep?
If a rooster yells,
is he on egg shells
when he tiptoes ‘round the hen?
And can you confirm
that a mattress firm
is on hard times again?
It’s matters such as these
that bring me to my knees;
I need some answer, please!
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for the Be Creative Poetry Contest
sponsored by Eve Roper
written on 11/1/22
Sometimes I think sleeping
is entirely overrated,
especially when thoughts come creeping
into me unabated.
From whence they arrive
I'm often surprised and void of explanation,
other than the atmosphere
and strange affiliation.
With whom these letters think I am
some sympathetic host,
as if I'm nothing but their bloody ride
to take them coast to coast.
How dare they arrive inside of me
with no invite from my brain,
they just jump in from where and when
another dimension, place, or plane.
(And yes, I know it sounds insane)
I know it sounds ridiculous
as if I'm crazy as a loon,
but I swear sometimes I think these lines
comes straight down from the moon.
So go ahead, call me a “lunar-tic”
Or don’t hesitate to call me weird,
but letters and words fall free from the sky
landing right between my ears.
The professor kept his cats secret because he was a man.
He had been told that cats were women’s pets by cousin Fran.
She was completely off her rocker, as crazy as a loon.
Still he was embarrassed when I saw all of them yesterday at noon.
"Loving and losing:
Different only by one letter and a million degrees of pain."
~ Jessica Katoff ~
With each rising sun and waning moon
I envisioned the dark eclipse of our ruin.
"You're crazy as a loon, he said. "It's delirium."
I did not pretend his caustic words held truth
To burnished stars I grieved, forlorn for love
Melancholy blue, I knew I had to turn away
I mourned, heart bereaved in solemn reverie,
as if interred in a crypt of egregious umbra
I longed for an awakening, from shadow to light
for someone to mediate a semblance of sanity
but into the sullen pitch of night, I quietly ebbed
There was nothing left of our love to consecrate
Bound by chains of despair and indigent of faith
I became obtuse to reality; I had given up on me
but with wounds etched across my delicate heart
I freed myself from apogee and rose above sorrow
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
September 9, 2019
Eight Word Challenge
John D. Hamilton
Challenge was to use the following words:
OBTUSE INDIGENT EGREGIOUS DELIRIUM
DELICATE CONSECRATE MEDIATE AWAKENING
chatting
talking
venting
dumping
my oh yes
me oh my
my sigh...
chiatrist
is Pakistani
i don't Urdo
or at least
i do nameste
but he always
asks: what music
are you listening
to right now?
is your supervisor
still not talking
to you? and what
else has been
happening?
so i told him
the expression
crazy as a loon
he knew the bird
and laughed and
said so are you
i immediately
ducked
under
water
Touched with madness
joy and sadness
ups and downs
smiles and frowns
held against your will
and even still
the force inside
still abides
so howl at the moon
crazy as a loon
this I know
unfortunately so
and then comes the darkness
the opposite of bliss
who would have thought
who would have dreamed
that everything that happened before
hadn't happened as it seemed
You sat and looked at me as if,
I had lost my mind.
You told me I was crazy,
That I was unrefined.
The kind of life I offered
That you could not accept.
I think there’s just a few lines
That I may have overstepped.
You said I had a screw loose
That I was fruity as a bat.
You called me crazy as a loon
Delirious and erratic.
Deranged, demented, dingy daft.
Bonkers, crazed and cracked
Unbalanced, unglued, unhinged unzipped
Kooky, mad and whacked.
You said I was a lunatic
Psycho and berserk
Out of my freakin mind
A screwy, batty, jerk
You called me a screwball
A flaky no good fink
And I said babe tell me
What you really think.
Dream again...
an endless journey to pretend.
Just to dream again,
for something more!
Something more one can achieve,
to be more one can believe.
Feel a passion for a day...
and forever, sail away!
Sail away,
and take a chance,
one can begin...
a new romance.
To be as crazy as a loon,
and be a child again,
all in full bloom...
To be a friend unto oneself!
Sweet Sixteen
by Franklin Price
1/1/2016
Sweet sixteen is finally here
and sixteen minutes in
If I waited to write longer
Would be too sleepy to begin
It's eight sixteen I went to bed
At the ending of verse one
Watching the bright ball drop
Was tiring but fun
My wife said if you stay up
You're as crazy as a loon
You can finish in the morning
If you awaken before noon
As you see it's not near noon yet
And I really must confess
Did not mean to write about myself
But New Year's greetings to address
Happy New Year to you
To your friends and family
Hope this year is awesome
Hope it's the best that it can be
May your road in life be paved and smooth
May peace and love abound
And at the end of sweet sixteen
May we all still be around
March has been so dark and dreary,
that it makes me sad and weary.
Can't keep from sighing.
If the weather doesn't change soon,
I will be crazy as a loon.
and weak from crying.
Motif: Nature
Written March 4, 2014
MEPHISTO WALTZ
Lost in the forest
And worse – the night has come on
Many strange noises
Shivers up and down my spine
Moon just peeking round a cloud
Then this old farm house
One window lit up (a barn?)
Smoke from the chimney
I’d heard a hermit lives there
Crazy as a loon they say
Seems I have a choice –
To stay the night in his barn
Or find my way out
I decide to take the barn
I’ll sneak around out of sight
Find some hay inside
And curl up comfy and warm
It’s quite daring but
What he don’t know won’t hurt him
So my plan seems safe enough
The barn door opens
There is a soft but weird light
I am tentative
But I’m also very tired
I enter and hear music
The dies irae
Before I can turn and run
The hermit has me
In one hand is a bible
In the other a big axe
“Shall we dance?” he says
“My friends play such sweet music”
His friends? – ghouls zombies!
They play the weird dance of death
The hermit begins to prance
His eyes red as fire
Now I must try to keep step
To ghastly music
I’m in a whirl – off my feet
This mad laugh – the axe descends!
Heroism
Would you run into a fire,
Earning a responder's ire?
Or jump into a swollen river
Just to give a sliver
Of a chance,
For further life and romance,
To a person drowning here,
All alone, full of fear?
Have you ever risked your neck
To rescue from a flaming wreck,
Someone that would surely perish,
If his life you did not cherish?
If you tried these, and you failed,
As a hero, would you be hailed?
Or vilified as a buffoon,
Said to be crazy as a loon?
Given a chance to stand tall,
Though the odds be rather small,
Would you hesitate,
Or think that “I'm just too late?”
What I'm really asking you,
For your answer true,
Would you be a hero,
Or just a shaking, quaking zero?
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