AMERICAN HAD CHANGED FOR ME WRITING POETRY SAVED MY LIFE SAVED MY BRAIN DURING TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY TREATMENT WHEN I MISSED SPELLED WORDS AND STILL I CONTINUED TO WRITE POEMS WITH A FRACTURED HAND A CRUSHED EYE SOCKET FRACTURED NASAL ARCH AND STILL I WROTE GOD IS SUCH A BLESSING IN MY LIFE MEANING I FORGIVE MY ENEMIES MAKE NO MISTAKE MY IDENTITY THIEVES PERPATRATED IDENTITY FRAUD AGAINST ME IMPERSONATING ME GOD ONLY KNOWS ONE THING FORSURE YOU CAN'T HAVE MY AMERICAN POETRY I SHALL DIE WRITING FREEDOM FROM JAMAICAN JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY IDENTITY THEIF TWISTED OBSESSION TO MY AMERICAN POETRY GOD BLESS AMERICA
a neat freak is compulsive
excessive and obsessed
their day revolves around cleaning
a neat freak has a one-track mind
and will not budge their focus
their one true friend is bleach
a neat freak disinfects all day
intolerant to imperfection
time and effort never a problem
a neat freak will not rest
till every thing's in order
and every surface shines
let's not mince words
a neat freak is maniacal
and a neat freak i am not
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
He's on a health kick,
Running until he's feeling sick.
No alcohol or flavoured vapes,
Sleeping eight hours with closed drapes.
Chopping up veggies with brown rice,
Drinking green smoothies with cubes of ice.
Avoiding French fries and burger meals,
Measuring his blood pressure when he feels.
Chicken is his only meat,
Especially eaten as a treat.
He has decaffeinated tea and coffee,
And natural sweetness in his banoffee.
Enjoying pasta with basil oil,
Some sourdough pieces, quite small.
Swimming daily fifty lengths,
To keep up his body strength.
He's a regular at the gym,
His personal trainer looks up to him.
Because he's on a health kick,
And exercising until he's feeling sick.
"Toot Toot" says the choo choo train.
I think I can, I think I can,
but then again,
perchance it's much too soon
to be going far too fast
for the downhill lane.
"Toot Toot" here I come,
whatsoever!
What genius is in taking IQ tests,
when cures for cancer rot, decompose unfurled
with Mensans and half-brilliant fools? Digest,
then, that with all the intellect in the world
these nerds from wasting their brains fail to graduate,
and lay aside their intellectual games
(like Rubik's Cube) than mentally just “masturbate,”
to never rise to lofty genius's aims.
If Plato, Newton, Einstein, Beethoven,
or Shakespeare had been content to misspend
their gifts away, then the world of mere men
would long have come to its benighted end!
Therefore, reform your minds, ye half-smart fools;
and test yourselves instead in better schools.
Excessive Horn Haikua
Deliver Down River and God Is Giver
always deliver
down what is wide river
God has been giver
do me a favor
we know now that a neighbor
carries sword in sabre
appeared a skater
ran over alligator
on a fast freighter
was some stoic style
trump on turbulent trial
which he did defile
ate ball full of fuzz
which always would be because
my cat always does
Jim Horn
Each excessive pleasure has a price that has to be paid in full without fail!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
01 December 2019
Excessive gullibility -makes you a victim, a prey?
Lucky you! I know how to treat such a dreadful disease.
Send me money and your troubles will go away.
You will stop trust anyone, anymore in any degrees.
A tender kiss upon the brow
has precious little meaning now.
When fornication simply states
a need for pleasure without delay.
Excessive and Depressive
If my ego attempts and tries to attack
Yours must try to give it some slack
When you discover it has been disturbed
My poor behavior should stop and be curbed.
Egos are roused as they become depleted
Constantly in conflict when not completed
Searching for some place to end up and go
While it will expand and continue to grow.
Unless they can come up with a cure
My manic ego must have to endure
Am so sorry when it becomes excessive
And result of emotions were all depressive.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran
PS. Last one for the morning.
How many have I written so far
and what is easiest way to account
for total number of poems?
Let’s End This Excessive Devotion to Dogs
By Elton Camp
Owning some dogs can be okay,
But it’s “fur children,” some say
If a dog you think is your child,
Then rightly you will be reviled
Over your home you have the say
Sensible folks can just stay away
It’s up to you if it does please
To live in horrid stench and fleas
To the odor, your nose is numb
But others smell it if they come
You accept dog hair everywhere
On clothes, it’s welcome there
It’s all right if you live that way
At your house the dog should stay
Come to visit, your beast in tow
To answer the door, I will not go
Then there’s savage dog attack
Good sense the owners lack
“He’s never bitten anyone before”
It’s a lie we hear more and more
Brutus is vicious as he can be
It’s obvious for everyone to see
The dog should be killed without fail
And his owner then sentenced to jail
But realize that dogs I don’t hate
It’s the fanatical owners I berate
A dog is just fine in its place
But how some do is a disgrace
I'm the kind of guy who drinks so excessively
that mosquitos get buzzed after attacking me.
If you would pen some poems
Of passionate perfect praise,
And have someone to hear 'ems
To clear their ears from haze,
You'd better put a stop to
Alliteration's touch,
For letters linked a lot to
Are misty much too much.
But if you love a letter
(Let's leave it that it's "L")
And loving "L" is better
Than living long in Hell,
Then let your tongue prolong it,
And let your lungs expel,
The lasting lulls of longing
That through your lips propel.