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A toddlers Crayola masterpiece marks the box
Where the story of our days now tarry
Passages tilting the axis of a bittersweet equinox
As photographs eclipse yesterday and today unvaried
The plans we made for a life
After years of work and worry
Useless installments when your partner dies
The crumbling of everything you once held firmly
Riveted, uprooted with every slide
Scenes of "our time" bring you back to life
I step from earth, you from the sun, for yet another goodbye
And the dam finally collapses behind brave hazel eyes
But not the brokenness your death left behind
Still, though no more than ashes it resides
Like faded photographs etched in the mind
Fanning the embers... one picture at a time
Rage rises, for you left me alone
Without refuge for all life's trials
And our sons fatherless before they were grown
Every step feeling more like a mile
I've grieved so long
And tried to move on
Like river water never looking back
But it's motion sings the the words to our song
Leaving me afraid I'll never belong
Or live out the plan we devised
For all my days my efforts give way
Blundering, burdened and blind
How does one truly recover
When the mate of their soul is no more
Or pass from one realm to yet another
When the walls of your heart no longer have a door?
Frustration builds like Lego towers
toppling to the floor under the weight of the world
Is it grief or something disguised by cowards
When a heart gets stuck from the pain that it's learned?
This ode to a man
Who in covenant took my hand
The marriage equator engraved a permanent mark...
For his death left a total eclipse of my heart
Crazy as a loon
But my God... how I loved you
My eyes fixed upon our favored moon
And I wonder... Do you miss me too?
Anniversaries used to be a joyous accomplishment
Marking years of selfless love made
Now it serves only an acknowledgement
Of a life interrupted by a cruel twist of fate
Of ill trusted hopes
And a future unmade
For us left behind to cope
With memories and photographs fading away
On this the 2nd anniversary...
Of your passing away
In memory of my husband of 25 years
Charley Romani
(My Beloved)
Once in a blue moon I have been told
The cliché’s clan gets together with the Catch Phrase posy
If I have told you once I have told you a thousand times this story or are you the last one to know?
Well, it all started for no rhyme or reason but you could see the writing on the wall.
Rat Race and horsing around would be in charge of the children’s activities for the day.
While crazy as a loon and Wacky Tobacky would take care of the entertainment.
Ice Queen would be the bartender for the night and Wall Flower would play the music.
Requests were already pouring in from the peanut gallery.
Young whipper Snapper like to hear a country song called one step forward and two steps back
And Jonny come lately wanted to hear a rock song called Chip off the old block.
Class clown always wanting to be the center of attention got drunk and started dancing
On the picnic tables.
Simon Says and Mother May I where there to tell everyone what to do and where to sit.
This would be a catered event so One sandwich short of a picnic was hired to feed this Motley crew.
On the menu was Fish out of Water served with two peas in a pod and for dessert The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree Al- a- mode.
Everybody was having a great time until the trouble makers showed up.
One for the road and Three sheets to the wind where known for starting drunken brawls.
The worst thing was they brought their 3 grown sons Hammered, sloshed and pickled.
If I only knew then what I know now left early. She had a feeling there would be trouble.
Penny for your thoughts would be collecting the raffle ticket money and No time like the present would be handing out the prizes.
Liar Liar Pants on fire and Cry me a river were sore losers and always made a scene if they lost.
It will be a cold day in hell didn’t want to go so he sent his wife Heaven to Betsy.
Too much of a good thing got sick and ended up taking the bus# Catch22 home.
Well, nothing lasts forever was the last song of the night and Turn out the lights the party’s over security guard company showed everyone the door.
The end.
Form:
Goodness me, fiddle dee dee and la de dah
Mary turned into a black sheep, baa baa baa
That naughty little lamb
Has contrived a big scam
She's gone too far astray and has lost her way
Mary's been tinkering on an old fiddle
But she can't play worth a piddle or diddle
She's as crazy as a loon
Mind and fiddle outta tune
Even the cow can unravel this riddle
I heard about the guy, name of Jack Horner
Who hangs around the lamp post on the corner
Mary does his bidding
It's true. I'm not kidding
She didn't listen when I tried to warn her
What'd you plant in your garden, Mary Mary?
I heard smokin' it will make you quite merry
The feds have grown wise
To her innocent disguise
My goodness! She's become very contrary!
Mean ol' Mary dressed up as Little Bo Peep
To bully and mock the flock of grazing sheep
She is shamefully cruel
I'd meet her in a duel
To put an end to that mean-spirited creep
Last weekend she frightened Little Miss Muffet
Who was eating a light lunch on her tuffet
Munching her whey and curd
When Mary dropped a turd
Then ran off, telling Miss Muffet to stuff it!
What a fussy hellcat Mary has become
Her lies have people describing her as 'scum'
She's bonkers in the head
Obviously ill bred
and if you believe a word she says, you're dumb
Evil is a person who chases blind mice
But by now we all know Mary is not nice
She screamed at them, "Now run!"
Then shot 'em with her gun
One day that ghastly creature will pay the price
The Big Bad Wolf's a hero in Mary's thinking
Cuz he's dreadful to others without blinking
He was mean to two pigs
when he blew down their digs
Mary's just as horribly cruel, I'm thinking
Like Humpty Dumpty, who once sat on a wall
Mary's wicked ways will lead to her downfall
A powder keg's been lit
It will hurt quite a bit
But she's a bad egg who always starts a brawl
Occasionally we should expose the wackier lobe of the brain
in order to better appreciate the more sensible side of the mind.
~THIS is one of those times...
I capriole between my arabesques
fugaciously spasmodic in fluxes and leaps
indifferent to their misanthropic mocking
and cheeky syncopated schisms
BUT LET THEM SCOFF!
I derogate their arrogance
in silent smirking repudiation
for they know not of the decoctions
spating rapidly through my veins,
nor of the massive assemblage
of my miscelany grey and white matter.
The mordant humor of this absurdity
is that I am irrationally rational...
psychotically speaking;
I am dripping with percipience
sagaciously intelligent beyond the measure
of those cretins who kvetch, pule, and postulate
that I am strabismic and nonsensical as a loon.
After reading this write of gelastic absurdity,
it's become mereticiously opaque to me
that my discourse is oxymoronic, OR
I am a dimwitted addlepate.
There is more than one kind of crazy!
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A translated version of the above nonsense,
so now Jan doesn't think she's hopelessly lost.
I dance as if I were a ballerina,
a total klutz, but I don't care
if they laugh at me.
LET THEM MAKE FUN!
I don't care if they smirk at me because
they don't know what I feel or think.
The funny part of my silliness is that
I'm really rational, pretending not to be.
I'm really smarter than I look or act
so let those idiots say that I'm
as crazy as a loon.
Now that I've read these words,
it's clear to me that nothing I've
written is clear. Soooo....
I'm either clever at writing an oxymoron
OR I'm crazy.
chocolate covered nut,
was my neighbor
and crazy as a loon
banged on his pots and pans
each night
while howling at the moon
disturb me once more, I thought
and I will teach you well
with noise so horrific
you'd rather be in h_ll!
he did not heed my warning,
and howled on night and day
so I set my alarm for 3AM
sure I'd get my say
I pointed mighty amplifiers
out my windows old
I opened up said windows,
I did not fear the cold
so it's noise you want? I muttered
so angry and so sick,
pushed down my organ's "on" button,
and gladly heard it click
now my mighty organ would rumble
with sounds so awful you would run
discordant notes I blasted
volume pedal pushed full gun
the roar was long and frightful
my own ears began to bleed,
but I'd teach this momma mucker
what he must surely need
so my windows, they did shatter
as did his and others' too
but I kept my keys depressed
I even used a shoe
now a sound this bad, I understand
can waken up the dead
so sure enough I rumbled on
pain swelling in my head
and there among the mists of night,
a thing most to dread
so eerie- scary and more
appeared the ghost
of my long lost love
my most beautiful Lenore
she did not look so pleased
and in her hand she held
a pot to brain my noggin',
until from it silence was finally bled
I gasped, I chocked, I whimpered
frightened out of my very wits
and if you checked my underwear
you surely would find ____z
so i stopped, and she was gone
my neighbor still banging gong, gong, gong!
only now when he does this
I smile and join along
I sit and howl, and drivel
banging gong, gong, gong, gong, gong!!!
Well and You're Crazy if you
think I'm gonna let you bring me
down again, if you think you
can just come back into my life
after being gone so long and
expect me to take you back
just like that...You're Crazy
if you think I'm still in love with
you after all the hell you put
me through , You're Crazy
You're Crazy baby if you think
I'm gonna let you bring me
down again and just forgive
and forget and start all over
again...well You're Crazy
you're just freaking crazy
So want you just get out of
my life once and for all...there
ain't nothing left to be said so
stop asking me if you can call
when will you get it through
your hard head there's just
nothing left to be said except
You're Crazy if you think I'm
gonna let you bring me
down again, if you think you
can just come back into my life
after being gone so long and
expect me to take you back
just like that, if you think I'm still
in love with you after all the hell
you put me through You're Crazy
You're just as Crazy as a loon
something of a Bevis and
Butthead cartoon...I don't need
your childish games, I’m no
longer the same innocent victim
you once had on a ball and chain
and I'd be completely insane if
I let you put me through that hell
again so if you think I'm gonna let
you bring me down again, if you
think you can just come back into
my life after being gone so long and
expect me to take you back
just like that...You're Crazy
you're one hell of a crazy ass
froot loop!
Well and You're Crazy if you
think I'm gonna let you bring me
down again, if you think you
can just come back into my life
after being gone so long and
expect me to take you back
just like that...You're Crazy
if you think I'm still in love with
you after all the hell you put
me through , You're Crazy
You're Crazy baby if you think
I'm gonna let you bring me
down again and just forgive
and forget and start all over
again...well You're Crazy
you're just freaking crazy
So want you just get out of
my life once and for all...there
ain't nothing left to be said so
stop asking me if you can call
when will you get it through
your hard head there's just
nothing left to be said except
You're Crazy if you think I'm
gonna let you bring me
down again, if you think you
can just come back into my life
after being gone so long and
expect me to take you back
just like that, if you think I'm still
in love with you after all the hell
you put me through You're Crazy
You're just as Crazy as a loon
something of a Bevis and
Butthead cartoon...I don't need
your childish games, I’m no
longer the same innocent victim
you once had on a ball and chain
and I'd be completely insane if
I let you put me through that hell
again so if you think I'm gonna let
you bring me down again, if you
think you can just come back into
my life after being gone so long and
expect me to take you back
just like that...You're Crazy
you're one hell of a crazy ass
froot loop!
Every Sunday after church
Old great-aunt Dora
Full bloodied Cherokee,
In her finest dress and fedora,
Drove her pink Cadillac
To the San Joaquin River.
She would stop in the same place
And sat on an old stump,
Under a camphor tree,
By the riverbank,
And would cast her fishing pool,
Drinking her moonshine liquor.
Old widow lady of ninety-two;
My dear mother-in-law
Lives by herself
With nothing else to do.
She sits in her chair
Next to the window
And stare out for hours
With dreams of her past.
She carries a small chrome plated,
Stud nose 22, pistol
With white pearl grips
In her purse.
Don't get in her way,
At the grocery store,
She will ram her cart
Into yours and say,
"Sorry I didn't see you."
Then there’s my sister.
“She’s crazy as a Loon;
Howls at the moon,”
My husband would say.
Her long-distance relationships
All in her mind.
Her husband
Doesn’t seem to mind,
But watches over her shoulder
When she cooks,
To make sure
Everything she uses
Is clean before he eats.
Their two daughters
Walked the same path.
Live in a world
Of hallucinations
And delusions,
In denial
Of their illness
Of schizophrenia.
11/19/2020
Six Relatives Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
"Loving and losing:
Different only by one letter and a million degrees of pain."
~ Jessica Katoff ~
With each rising sun and waning moon
I envisioned the dark eclipse of our ruin.
"You're crazy as a loon, he said. "It's delirium."
I did not pretend his caustic words held truth
To burnished stars I grieved, forlorn for love
Melancholy blue, I knew I had to turn away
I mourned, heart bereaved in solemn reverie,
as if interred in a crypt of egregious umbra
I longed for an awakening, from shadow to light
for someone to mediate a semblance of sanity
but into the sullen pitch of night, I quietly ebbed
There was nothing left of our love to consecrate
Bound by chains of despair and indigent of faith
I became obtuse to reality; I had given up on me
but with wounds etched across my delicate heart
I freed myself from apogee and rose above sorrow
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
September 9, 2019
Eight Word Challenge
John D. Hamilton
Challenge was to use the following words:
OBTUSE INDIGENT EGREGIOUS DELIRIUM
DELICATE CONSECRATE MEDIATE AWAKENING
5150 the state said get him off the street, he's as crazy as can be,
he says he sees spirit's leaving people going into other's you see.
Cuff him up lock him down, through him in a cell,
he's to crazy, a threat to society and himself, judge won't give him bail.
All He talk's about is spirit's, leaving one person going to another with everyone we go around,
then he says by our very words we speak, to them we are surly bound.
5150 criminally and mentally insane cause I don't believe in their rule,
they keep knowledge from us, but im 5150 me they can't fool!
We the people, truly are no more I hope that you see,
we once ruled the government, now they rule over you and me..
So no matter how anyone look's at me as if i'm crazy, I will always say,
yes I am 5150 in everything I do in each and every way.
Insanity or crazy which would you choose to be I ask of you,
insanity is doing the same thing over and over with the same outcome no matter what you do.
Working your whole life away hoping for somethin better, but it's just getting worse,
I'm 5150, I'm crazy as a loon- but I know insanity is a dead man's curse...