We’re spinning in circles, more of the same
induced to cut loose from this coiled regime
As our heads are enveloped with this unending earworm:
the land is burning, hope is going, when can we get out?
Dining on our daily portion of despair
suicides ripple through, crippling the status quo
We hear an ever-crescendoing whisper to a roar:
the land is burning, hope is going, it’s time now to get out!
Answer what informs your constitution,
Gain it back–traverse! And disperse it even more
Respite seldom hinges on overcoming what’s to come—
when the land’s burning and hope’s going, it’s the time to get out
Categories:
earworm, inspirational, psychological,
Form: Free verse
a two-second cukoo
transfers his earworm to me
and flits about his day
Categories:
earworm, bird, day, song, world,
Form: Haiku
All I hear is constant noise,
I try my best to escape
Its always there.
Sadness is always at high acceleration
Causing all this deflation
All I hear is constant noise.
Sadness is like that earworm,
Most times it doesn't want to leave
Other times it reincarnates into another format
Its always there.
It follows you,
It threatens your life
You feel so caged,
Its always there.
Categories:
earworm, analogy, anxiety, emotions, environment,
Form: Villanelle
Deep blood red orange cloud’s,
ethereal dream float,
Satin wind carrier of luscious mint,
green hymnody’s deft transport,
Spring hues random loitering,
between gray peeled branches,
Chirpy echo squeak,
from red-wing blackbird,
A fragile wafer tin threshold,
Golden stream gurgle,
under marsh reeds,
Evanescent saline grain haze,
Azure ocean tide aroused,
from still wave slumber,
Clamshell pearl strewn oyster,
oddments interspersed,
on pockmark sandstone beach,
Iridescent canopy of nature trail,
Awaits the first blush pilgrim,
who revels in lavish glimpses,
And sumptuous earworm madrigal,
A tantalizing world so close,
Glad tiding raptures,
from the camper awakened,
Coffee caper bean whiff aromatic,
Quencher of dust road harsh throat,
Splatter free rapeseed oil,
daub on an iron pan,
wild howl from prehistoric wolf,
So quaint in its primal sweep,
hair-raising backdrop to stir fry meal,
Tinplate dollop sated hunger
Categories:
earworm, appreciation, beauty, celebration, color,
Form: Narrative
High alpine meadows are dusted with wildflowers,
And the faraway horizon is outlined with craggy mountain peaks,
Half-asleep lights blink through the sun-painted mist,
The sunrays dip at varying angles and intensities,
creating mixed moods and mysteries ~
It feels good to be up at dawn.
Deep blood red orange clouds ethereal dream float,
Satin wind carrier of luscious mint green hymnody’s deft transport,
Spring hues loiter in between gray peeled branches,
Chirpy echo squeak from red-wing blackbird a fragile threshold,
Golden stream gurgle under marsh reeds ~
Evanescent saline grain haze
Azure ocean tide aroused from still wave slumber,
Clamshell pearl strewn oyster oddments interspersed on pockmark sandstone beach,
Iridescent canopy of nature trail,
Awaits the first blush pilgrim who revels in lavish glimpses,
And sumptuous earworm madrigal ~
A tantalizing world so close
Categories:
earworm, adventure, art, beautiful, beauty,
Form: Free verse
Yesterday, as I walked along the river path
a fresh north wind making a liar of the sun
which was giving the appearance of warmth
but not delivering, I paused for a while:
I had begun this walk along with Mr. Davis;
Miles;
Remembering April,
appropriate company
as it was April, and his brisk tempo
kept beat with the swirling water.
The sound, the sun, the wind
making you feel like you did as a child
when you wanted to spin and spin and spin;
your arms outstretched; crazy
like you would never stop.
That was before the earworm.
Which, unless I can get rid of it
means I'm going to plod home
for five hundred miles
and for five hundred more.
Categories:
earworm, april, river, wind,
Form: Free verse
Rings, what are they ?
Those gaudy gem encrusted things displayed by those in places high and low.
Or on the other hand the kind that pricks the ear when one is half asleep.
Incessant earworm.
Authentic ring,
eternal ring, engagement ring.
I wore this lustrous band or should I say it wore me out,
ill-fitting token of affection that no longer fits.
Finger swelling pawn shop cast off,
fools gold object d’art swept up in sudsy tides only to be swallowed by a viral vortex guzzle.
Geometric arc light, stricken by its own silver rays,
silently preserving magic memories of yore,
stoically the keeper of past dalliance,
fractal shadow creep among the pigeons,
dancing fairground cul-de-sacs.
Closed loop seal a tamper proof exemplar,
clinging desperately to bonds once watertight,
impregnable,
as impregnable as any fortress.
Categories:
earworm, care, character, color, creation,
Form: Prose Poetry
Incoming ...
distress missive call
Hangups on the other side
of the continental divide cellular room
Mushroom sobs of insecurity
click end of volatile transmission
Redialitis sparks an emotional kaboom
Hold the phone ...
busy signal
blocks the aural unnecessary
audio carrying on
Listen to the sick, sad drone
of earworm infection
Party line frienemy chatter —
rumor skullduggery
lip shake the skeleton bones
Wireless ...
discredit babble cry is on the blame install
Wronged directory
sent bye-bye a phantom victimized 911 call
Hangups on the teary-eye side
of the bleary divide
Insecure tremors rattle the room
Situation report bleak ...
relationship on a carrier gloom
Moby D pigeon chirps want the last speak
Mushroom wails
spark splash a cellular kaboom
Hold the phone ...
fade-to-black signal
buries the raised decibel unnecessary
verbal carrying on
Silence transmits an air golden tone;
as needless, exhale worriations
of arrhythmic heart palpitations
get disconnected lung distance long
And the bad karma vibrations
beep off-the-tower power grid gone
Categories:
earworm, fun, parody, slam, word
Form: Light Verse
Hearing your song
in my ears all day long;
Just a sweet little earworm,
keeping control of my thoughts,
Leaving me hypnotized;
My mind you mesmerize,
As I listen to your song.
Categories:
earworm, emotions, love,
Form: ABC