He gave me a gift, terribly good-
but it was clearly misunderstood.
Good grief, what does it do?
looks pretty ugly too!
Like huge chunky goggles, there it stood.
Deafening silence came over me!
Seriously funny, for you see
this was his only choice?
For me there was no voice?
A cruel kindness- how can this be?
The sound of silence he broke with shout-
Falsely true is what this is about!
Awfully good, you see-
virtual reality!
Definite maybe, you will freak out!
Alone together, now bittersweet
our short minor crisis, we did meet!
In a true fiction world
open secrets unfurled!
These chunky goggles cannot be beat!
What tool will freak out Iran’s folk?
Big bombs to regime change invoke!
Since soft will not do
Seems Lindsey can’t chew
Graham Crackers on which he did choke
Waiting on queue
While life has me blue
Help is on the way
But, seems to stand a million miles away!
Been sitting on queue for hours long
Hearing the same three “PHONE HOLD” Songs!
“Please hold…Your call is important to us!”
Why is it that I can’t get through? I desperately fuss!
As I wait…wait…wait some more
Here it comes again: “The racing thoughts now pour!
At last, a rep answers my desperate call
And I freak out and stand appalled
As she reads from a monotonous script
“Ma’am, please!” I beg as the page she flips!
“Hush, Dear Child! I am saving your life!”
Without further ado, she shrugs off my gripe,
Returns to her script and resumes her read
Finally, her script ends and I am freed!
From the torturesome monotonous read.
“Now, will you just listen to me?”
To my utmost surprise, she says to me:
“Okey, Dokey!
“Now, let’s wrap this up doing the Hokey Pokey!”
GET THE FREAK OUT ICE
HAVE SHOT DOWN INNOCENTS TWICE
DARE NOT MAKE IT THRICE
Never freak out when everything goes wrong:
that won’t last long.
Don’t strut your stuff when you’ve raked in a hefty pot:
you’re not so hot.
Whether your life has been a living hell
that Dante couldn’t tell,
or if you’ve basked in the best of everything
the world can bring,
life’s a balancing act. I’ll tell you why:
you’re going to die,
like it or not, so you might as well have fun
before you’re done.
Sip the champagne, buy paintings, sail a yacht,
spend what you’ve got.
Every clock is a time bomb: there’s no way to know
when it will blow.
The mint DeLorean, the Pacific Heights flat,
even your pedigreed cat,
it all ends up, whatever you did,
with your slacker kid.
The trust fund brat and the boy who grew up in a dump
hold hands and jump
into the pit we’re herded toward like cattle.
You hear that rattle?
The gods are shaking your dice: the next sunrise
may be snake eyes.
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Here we G O again!
O F F to the Christmas H O U S E…
the tradition at least five years old
and not an official tour spot,
just some ‘hood nearby.
Its bright lights of merry
drew us for the first time.
People would pull over, get out
of their cars, walk on the grass.
We were told the family set it up
to invite all - a home away from
the N O R T H PO L E…
The decoration has changed a bit.
When first we went, the singing flowers
would freak out my grandson - the boy
would want to punch it. There was a Teddy bear
whose arms would hug you and S N O W.
This night, I told my grand I would take his pic.
He says, “No, let me,” and pulls out his phone
to video the eye-popping display.
Kids today! Traditions! I believe!
My brain is on holiday
Sure wish it would alert me
I'm cruising along having a ball
Then WHAM!!!
“Sorry, I'm on holiday”
Doesn't happen often to me
But when it does, I freak out
What if in my remaining years
I never write another poem
Yikes! What a calamity that would be
Still got lots to write about
I think I have... I know I have... I'm sure I have
But what happened???
Something is short circuiting my thought box
Write the first line, then scrap it
Write the first line, then scrap it
Write the first line, then scrap it
Help!!! Someone please tell me what to do
Have the “thought police” intervened
Have I exceeded my yearly word count already
Please oh great overseer of verboseness
If I have exceeded my limit
Can I buy extra words for the year
I'll pay big dollars...
The stench of puerile self-aggrandizement wafts through the air, a noxious cloud of platitudes and pomp, as the pusillanimous pustules of pseudo-intellectualism congregate to lavish accolades upon one another. How... amusing. The notion that these self-absorbed aesthetes, ye armchair sybarites, consider themselves arbiters of taste and talent, is nothing short of grotesque. And yet, here it persists, leeches on the cadavers of real artistry, perpetuating a vicious cycle of backslapping mediocrity, as they vomit forth oozing saccharine, cliche-ridden tripe, and elevate it to the status of holy scripture. Quaint indeed. The stench of their ignominy is almost... palpable.
How does it feel to know that playing by the rules was your downfall, I said I would be the last poetess standing because I can do: abattoir hymns of crimson vortices shredding the children to rain sanguinary as viscera chunks hail from above. Sorry ai can’t touch me, it would freak out to even read that. I may not have won many contests, but oops. Hehe.
My brain is on holiday
Sure wish it would alert me
I'm cruising along having a ball
Then WHAM!!!
“Sorry, I'm on holiday”
Doesn't happen often to me
But when it does, I freak out
What if in my remaining years
I never write another poem
Yikes! What a calamity that would be
Still got lots to write about
I think I have... I know I have... I'm sure I have
But what happened???
Something is short circuiting my thought box
Write the first line, then scrap it
Write the first line, then scrap it
Write the first line, then scrap it
Help!!! Someone please tell me what to do
Have the “thought police” intervened
Have I exceeded my yearly word count already
Please oh great overseer of verboseness
If I have exceeded my limit
Can I buy extra words for the year
I'll pay big dollars...
Each morning when I take a walk,
After putting on a shoe and sock,
I try to freak out a rabbit;
I feign I’m scared of him - strange habit.
Caught in
the jaws of dangerous
ignites hot combustion;
Feel it, so delicious;
A feral attraction;
Freak out
on me don’t be afraid;
I’ll smile and then I’ll shout;
Not letting feelings fade,
whisper until I pout;
Basic
walks in tandem with wild,
you can tumble so quick;
I was yours when you smiled;
Maybe you are magick.
All of me panicked when I finally found out,
You were inside of me there was no doubt.
I didn't know what to do I wanted to scream and shout,
But I knew it wouldn't change the fact even though I would freak out.
It was unplanned and unexpected I know,
At first I was not yet ready to have you.
But then I faced the consequence and let you grow,
After all you have all the rights to see the world and experience life too.
I didn't know how I supposed to handle the situation,
So many difficulties to deal with but I had to be strong.
I knew that in this kind of fight I was not fighting alone,
Especially that I have you now who serve as my bone.
You are an angel sent from heavens above,
A blessing and a beautiful creature created by God.
You are the most precious gift I ever had,
Together, we will conquer the world against all odd.
I may not be perfect but I'll try to be a good mother,
I can be your mentor, your sister and even your father.
Let's take the journey of each other's life happy together,
I promise to love you always until at the end of forever.
A darkened room
sickly light
Sense the fright
near midnight
Creaky door
cracks in floor
Hoot-owl screams
Poof! go dreams
Full Moon hovers
duck under covers
Witches stream by
blacken the sky
Goblins prowl
nasty howls
Ghosts in sheets
haunt the streets
Black cats screech
Spiders reach --
There's no doubt
I'm freaked out
In the dictionary beside the word 'dementia'
Is a picture of your man Jackers
The description reads 'he's off his noodle'
This man is totally crackers
Not a sane thought in his whole damn noodle
Couldn't handle it if there was
Likely freak out and run screaming thru the mall
Running hell bent from the fuzz
Now Jackers shouldn't be judged too harshly
He's really a gentle old soul
Just that the years have caught up with old Jackers
He's no longer the one in control
So don't go feeling all depressed for this dude
He's a real happy camper inside
All he knows is he's loved by you friendlies
And he's just along for the ride
My love
You made be believe that I'm able
The negative feelings about my disability
You tightened with love as if using a cable
I am a man amongst man today
Because you made me believe, I'm not disable
But I am living with disability.
I still remember the day we first met
I did not know where to start asking you out
The believe was strong, my heart started talking
My mouth follow suit and went all out
I did not believe an angel was right in front of me
That day I'm glad, I did not freak out
Today I'm blessed to call you my own
Have I known
I was not going to wait this long
I almost spend the rest of my life alone
because my vision was obscured by my disability
Seeing beyond my condition was a milestone
Reaching out to you was a 1st step to happiness
I wouldn't mind your name on my tombstone
In honor of your love
Even in your absence I can still smell your cologne
reminiscing about us help's me through insomnia
First thing I'll do when you wake up, I'll phone
To tell you how much your love has done for me
With you I'm whole again my love
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