They call me crazy Daisy
but what really does amaze me
Is that the ones with judgement hazy
who are REALLY very crazy
Call me lazy it doesn't phase me
And crazy is as crazy does
I will stay free just because
I say praise thee to my crazy
But my crazy doesn't make me
It's not arson it's a blaze spree!
My needy pottery a glaze plea
A trendy gnat or just a faze flea
French strawberry cheese, a fresh fraise brie!
Two labyrinth done i'm onto maze three
I hope Bowie's big sock doesn't graze me
Now to higher ocean or a raise sea?
What's so crazy crazy about me!
Just a pandemic joint with a plague knee
See through my happy with xrays glee
Then you can really really really see
HOW CRAZY CRAZY CRAZY I CAN BE
Categories:
fraise, crazy,
Form: Rhyme
I cried to the shrink about my life.
He told me:-"Lie down and close your eyes,
Repeat after me very loud the fraise:-
My life in the best and prosperous phase,
I am healthy and rich and I loved by my wife,
And have lovely home and........
I interrupted him, seizing the moment,
"I'm happy for you" - and whispered with a sigh: -
"But it is not with me. My live not a shine!"
Categories:
fraise, depression,
Form: Rhyme
Never again it will be like those joyful days
Sun gleamed the crystal clear water through shades
As gleeful children were bathing in Latanier River
Or chasing friends on the banks through gossamer
Dumped debris cover the sides like shroud
Where green grass and flowers would abound
Thrown excavated excesses have narrowed it
And with varied objects it has shallower a bit
Vanished fraise thickets in their embellishment
Is one drawback of development and negligence
I miss the fun in the friendly bushes on the sides
As the morning mist grouping as puffs would rise
Its destruction chemistry renders it unsteady
So frequent flooding may make sad history
It's not mistery, no more flushing with fish
But choking of pollution was never my wish
Chilhood moments of serenity I'd seize
Different birds singing in the gentle breeze
The river flowing created strange euphony
Far better than under the thatched canopy
Categories:
fraise, pollution,
Form: Free verse