When the seed of fear is planted in minds,
It germinates in brains as a tormentor—
Sometimes sown by a whisper,
a shadow,
a lie repeated twice.
When illusion becomes reality,
And starts by making the heart
skip a beat,
then more of its beats,
then all of its beat.
It creates monsters in our eyes in the dark,
Born from our own imaginations.
And it can make them fly,
swirl,
drawl,
crawl,
and do anything—
Make our hairs stand on end,
Our feet walk on eggshells,
on a slippery slope.
It can crimp us into a shrimp.
When it creeps into our grip,
It brings a nice gift of heebie-jeebies—
That send us on a purposeless,
directionless meander,
Like a chicken with head just severed
and left unrestrained.
Fear teaches our hands to fight,
And reaches our legs to take flight,
But it’s never patient to judge us right,
Even when fear is out of sight.
When the seed of fear is well tendered,
Fear can even make us no longer
fear fear.
When its taproot has eaten deep
into the hypothalamus,
Then the mind is already gnawed by monsters
That, time and again, we created
out of nothing.
handsome Harry hastily harnessed hazardous hayseed Hank
heightening his hellish heebie-jeebies.
Hank helped Harry handle hordes of high-spirited hitchhikers
heaping a hodgepodge of hocus pocus on Honey,
Hannibal’s handsomest hog
Creepy crawlies and heebie-jeebies
raw ripples on your skin kafkaesque;
You peek at that dark monstrosity,
cannot tell if it’s a trick or treat;
Nerves taunt with chimerical spectres;
Weepy eyes are stung by angry bees,
‘Pshaw!’ escapes a story so grotesque;
Flew through your mouth unable to flee,
caught swelled saliva starts to secrete;
Serves well scripts of macabre directors.
abracadabra I wanna grab ya
don't tell Da and don't tell Ma
a Halloween gala
a ghost town, caw-caw
abracadabra I wanna grab ya
Abracadabrabroo me Godzilla now shoo
shelling out with toothless spider-Hue
got no candy? Duh
this ain't Malibu !
Abracadabrabroo I'm Godzilla now shoo
Abracadabri got the heebie jeebies Gartzie ?
well smezzle pezzle see this old machete
gonna hack your back
cuz I got the knack
Abracadabri got the heebie jeebies Gartzie ?
Ala shazam its a bloodlet moon fricassee
everyone is shakin' I don't care, Tee hee !
served them Grinch tea
now they all have to pee
Ala shazam, its a bloodlet moon fricassee.
For a while now,
I thought I feel no longer.
Transiently this gravity etiolated,
But you, like Optimus Prime
came to my rescue.
Like magnetic flux you appeared,
And lured me into your field.
Now I am lost in your radar,
You give my heart a real beat.
I am Spellbinded.
In my head a tenant you've become,
In my head you are the stars I gaze.
And in my heart a resident you've become
And I hope you won't depart, for you've became my Chum
YOU are my favourite thought of the day,
My Venus in a clear morning.
YOU are my cup of soup,
My latte on a cold day.
You give me the "heebie-jeebies"
Those willies, getting my knees weak.
Selfless as you are,
with the sweetness beyond.
Unmatched you are,
with a smile so contagious
And that is a complete reason why I have a renewed faith in Romance.
Perhaps you are my fairytale.
My neighbor's orange pumpkin patch
seems so spooky and 'very scary' from my veranda.
A black cat cardboard cutout 'will still' give me a thrill
if provocatively poised perfectly still.
Kids love movies; oft dressing up as Rambo
or Robin Hood, complete with a gun or bow and arrow.
Halloween is a 'fright night' celebration for any age,
and bogeyman costumes are all the rage,
but if they give me the heebie-jeebies, I won't let them in.
(Verse)
09/03/2022
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The heebie-jeebies came by to play.
I promptly shooed them straight away.
Come on they said as they jiggled and jived.
But my long-awaited guest had just arrived.
Hey! What is happening? She asked with pure happy.
It’s the heebie-jeebies, kind of fun and sappy.
I recognize them now! She said as she began to dance.
We have them back home in England, Spain and France.
We danced down the sidewalk, onto the round moon.
We boogied so hard, my chest began to quake and swoon.
Heebie-jeebies said “Hey, folks, let’s go to Saturn!”
We shimmy shook; a pretty sweet dancing pattern.
Another dancer asked, “Are we limited to one universe now?”
Heebie-jeebies said “Come. You’ll think this is a wow!”
We jiggled our keisters all the way to another galaxy.
This is how dynamically persuasive Heebie-Jeebies can be!
Remembering those l-o-n-g train rides in the late 1950's early 1960's; back then we had to be tagged and sit at the front of the train. We were filled with excitement, eagerness, anticipation along with a little agitation...
Look out two little nappy headed ***** girls among all those strangers...
Way to Grandma's
No one to tell us what to do, just total strangers looking and whispering to themselves, were are those little girls parents...
Way to Grandma's
We dare not take a nap, afraid we would miss something. God forbid we miss our stop just the thought gave us the heebie-jeebies...
It was a nightmare just going from one compartment of the train to another only to use the restroom back then called, if I remember called the bathroom...
Way to Grandma's
Almost there full of smiles, laughing & screaming at the same time...
Oh!! Nana, Granny, Grandma Lillian, Ninnie pronounced (knee-knee), Grannie, Big Momma... most popular - Grandma
We made it...
Way to Grandma's
Deborah Vines 5/9/2019
Well I'll be a monkeys uncle
If that old King Kong
And the lizard Godzilla
Did not one day fall in love
It was the wildest looking of all affairs
One of the strangest scenes
With all of that burly bristley hair
Mixed with all that slimy green
They both met on the corner
In The Big Apple downtown
Amid all the screaming heebie jeebies
Of people running around
Between the two of course you knew
It would be love at first sight
And what love story isn't tragic
Without a few squished passersby...
When it comes down to it all
I'd rather be a dog
Laying in the shade all day
With nothing going on
When I want fun I'll bark and run
Chase a ball to kingdom come
Lick anyone that comes along
Mess on the floor and then play dumb
Thought about this more than some
I'd rather be a dog
My favorite pastime all day long
Gnawing on a bone
If I get bored I'll scratch myself
Being fed by someone else
With table scraps I'll gladly help
With no sane reason I'll madly yelp
If I should ever get the call
I'd rather be a dog
Short or skinny, fat or tall
I'd rather be a dog
I'd bark if I need to go out
Sniff here and there then there about
Dig up every last inch of ground
Go heebie jeebies at the slightest sound
I've thought about this long and tall
I'd rather be a dog
Never would I be a cat
As if that's a choice at all
#Hashtag
Did your seriously just hashtag a hashtag
Is something like that even allowed
People will be tripping over themselves
You really know how to rile up a crowd
Your bringing all that is known to the tipping point
What's left of what's sane to the brink
Turning civilization onto its head
Before you tried this stunt, did you stop to think
That you would be creating a mob of angry villagers
Digging out their pitchforks and their torches
Stirring the posse into a frenzy
Before they've even mounted the horses
Or that this fiasco would upset the apple cart
Spilling its contents all over the floor
Cause an epidemic of heebie jeebies
Perhaps even the war of all wars
I'm not sure when you hashtaged the hashtag
You were aware of what it might do
Is it to late to take it all back
Otherwise I believe we're all screwed
#Hashtag
Mostly, she had the heebie jeebies, peaking at early risers
Outside, morning was muted with its first faint flush
Right before bristled being, allure of dawn shook her
Noah's voice and patriarchs of old floated by
Imagine those coils; Delilah had come to nip
Night looked on, swelled with pride remorse would rise
God of heaven and earth knew Minerva could be healed.
Nothing moves miraculously as the Almighty
Once she could hear her own obsequy; such living dead
Out on paths of ruin, Minerva ran and ran
Noon's scorcher, and blizzard, and torrents knew she'd show.
Night was of rain and song; of mind cruise to Caribbean hometown
Ideally, one sky light, alone time, and quietude was craved
God of her mother spoke nothing into something
Head lights once broken, beamed, then glowed
That spring; the new millennium sprung fresh light, water, air, and fire.
*
Two things you don't want 9.1.15
If I appeared slightly under the weather
or if he just wanted a little fun,
my dad would ask if I had
the cholerie morbus*.
If not that
maybe the heebie jeebies.
Neither sounded like
a real ailment.
I thought he'd conjured up
the maladies – "Oh, Daddy."
Do you suppose he knew?
Had he read that President Zachary Taylor
died suddenly of cholera morbus in 1850.
Maybe he picked the term 'heebie jeebies'
from the 1926 Louis Armstrong song of the same title.
We'll never know.
After he asked I felt better
He made my little bouts brief.
I think my dad, the finest of men,
simply enjoyed the sound of 'cholerie morbus'
and 'heebie jeebies'.
He loved to gently tease and was full of good humor.
*My dad always said "cholerie morbus", not "cholera morbus", which is "acute gastroenteritis occurring in summer and autumn and marked by severe cramps, diarrhea, and vomiting. No longer in scientific use." Sounds too awful for him to have known what it was.
bleeding from the bricks of love
i am going in sane cause i can't see you everyday
you were my best friend who completed me so well
compatibility is floating in extinction now without you here
i'm being bullied by the heebie jeebies without you near
my most helpful medicine is now all gone
now my nerves are uncontrollable too long
i do not have much of a handle on myself
when you left you took with you part of my human wealth
i am finding hard to even simply stand and breathe
i have no sureness of myself when i cough and wheeze
you made me fee valued when you gave me your love with no judgment
now it seems that that period all but came and went
here i am bleeding from the bricks of love....
The faucets are dripping
I get so nervous that I can’t stop shaking
It’s like a cold steel dream
I know you can’t stop it
But it’s the mechanical thing
That scares me.
Drip, drip, drip
Is it really that bad
To bring people into my house
I doubt it
But I can’t stand it any longer
Some thick-legged boy will tell me
It was nothing but a pressure valve.
“Really?” I say.
“Ah yea usually takes two days.
By then you got real troubles.”
What kind of troubles is he talking about?
Cancer, the kututra, the heebie-jeebies?
I simply can’t take it.
He slides under the sink
Mumbles something about a saw
And some plumbers tape
Fifteen minutes later I owe him $143.00.
Now that is some kind of tape.
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