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Andrea,
a woman considerate and kind, mellow, down to earth, and fun-loving,
she loves to use her mind.
Thefore, scrubbing on her knees, this gal you’ll never find!
Sisters she has four of, but there are many others.
Gal pals she has, who are her sisters from other mothers.
One husband all her life - at times he drives her insane.
Old boyfriends sometimes are subjects of her poems.
They reside in the treasure chest compartment of her brain.
Mother to two is she– one girl and one boy.
Grandma to four – two of whom don’t always bring their parents such great joy!
She loves to eat, so it follows that she loved to learn to cook.
She makes things up and has no need of recipes coming from a book.
She loves to hunt for bargains and save her honey money.
She loves all kinds of movies, both dramatic ones or funny.
She feels great passion for the things she believes are true
and feels she’s learned a lot in life from all that she’s gone through.
Her fears are rather silly. She avoids driving in a strange big city.
It brings her stress, which she detests. She might freak out, which is not pretty.
Changing weird attachments on a vacuum cleaner would
be a thing to stress her out. At puzzles she’s no good.
New technology keeps coming at her job. This also makes her stressed,
but she can sure accessorize. She’s great at getting dressed!
Her greatest fear – seriously – is facing suffering,
so fear of pain and torture (more than fear of death) is her scariest thing.
She saw a lot of Europe when she studied in Madrid.
She got to take one nice cruise, and other things she did
were seeing more than half the states and going to Brazil.
Her husband hates to travel, so it’s good when she was young she got her fill.
She only really wants to see her lovely family.
Because she lives so far away, with them she’d love to be.
And when she dies, her brother Dale she hopes she will see first.
Young he died, and finally . . . with thankfulness for poetry
and for all her other passions she feels her heart might burst!
Dietrich
(edited now with my name showing since announcement of winners!!)
Aug. 1, 2021
For the "This Is Who I Am" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: L. Milton Hankins
7-19-15
Have I ever crossed your mind?
Is there any gold to find?
Chillaxing in the waves of forever bliss and tranquility
Relieving the ache of my heart, producing such soul-breaking symphony
Have you ever believed in yourself before?
Don't freak out, for God will give you peace in store
Always remind yourself of the days of happiness
Friend of mine, you're as precious as diamonds, I must confess
Have you ever paused time on Earth? (most likely, not)
No one can live up to God's mirth (just give it all you got)
I am empty as a drum and I have nothing to hold
I noticed that your warmness has gone...cold...
I encourage you to spread your wings of flight...let your glory unfold...
Have you ever believed in yourself before?
Don't freak out, for God will give you peace in store
Always remind yourself of the days of happiness
Friend of mine, you're as precious as diamonds, I must confess
Have you ever had a grip on hope before?
Have you ever experienced a joy from on high, my dear that I adore?
Don't freak out, for God will give you peace in store
Always remind yourself of the days of happiness
Friend of mine, you're as precious as diamonds, I must confess
In tune with the aftershocks of missing you this lovely afternoon
Is there a way to be your illuminating moon soon?
Let me vanish away your gloom...
Have no fear, for you're far from doom
Mend what is broken and torn apart
Speak to me with words from the heart
For, you have been the highlight of my life from the start
Will you shimmer like gold?
I wouldn't want you to be as worthless as mold
Have you ever believed in yourself before?
Don't freak out, for God will give you peace in store
Always remind yourself of the days of happiness
Friend of mine, you're as precious as diamonds, I must confess
Have you ever had a grip on hope before?
Have you ever experienced a joy from on high, my dear that I adore?
Don't freak out, for God will give you peace in store
Always remind yourself of the days of happiness
Friend of mine, you're as precious as diamonds, I must confess
You're my wonderful waterfall that caught my eye
Friend of mine, you're too good to be true, I can't deny
There is no one
There is nothing
A perhaps never to end existential pulsation
Since early childhood, since before I can ing remember
I knew everything was off...
All a giant game among the adult
No one admitted the delusional mechanism that is subjective experience
I began to freak out drifting deeper and deeper into drugs
Anything to shut my eyes to the implications of
All human civilization being a conspiracy
The selfabsorbed double talk that has become
A hallmark of our culture drove me out of my head
The total uselessness and boredom of this education system that has all but criminalized extreme curiosity
Stranded uttery lonely desolation...wanting to fully open myself into discoveries to share communicate connect
I sought futilely for interrelashional clarity
Very quickly I seen the vast networks that enwrapp
All being into a single focal point...And once
I questioned everyone, everything read/absorbed/
Perceived picked to pieces the paradoxical double bind
I found teachers technique informational research
Experimentation and still was in misery!!!...then slowly I looked through the I
Resting in the observer I finally looked beyond that
Which is observer and observed I is a construct...a
Program...all is inherently meaningless, ridiculous
Code...viewing this from a human level brings upon me
An unhinged aggressive abusive suicidal current and for a long while i attempt to cling to what's convential for once
So terrifying the real is percieved
The social legal economic etc systems put in place
Are rigged...it's already set up to epic proportions to protect the status quo, the elite
Thus with the mental capacity to affect evolutionary
Revolutionary change are neutralized by discrediting them
Crimanalizing aspects of there lifestyle...I sought escape
Until near ruin I seen the beautiful perfection of the truth stripped of human ilk
A quantum leap cutting through I
Leaping through each formula
The ineffable wow
We are here!!!!
Form:
Catch the latch under the thatch
Roof within the hut
In your village where you snatch
Every chance to balance the gut
That propels your vision
To embrace the trace of the future
You believe lies in the diffusion
Lying at the intersection of a culture
Dynamic enough to promote progress
Conservative enough to preserve salient values
So essential in your culture they digress
From puny conservation to sow clues
To the way forward in blessing Africa
Without turning your backs on the forward march
Humankind launches to recognise Jamaica
As the homeland the Reggae arch
Whose contribution Jimmy Cliff
Alongside Bob Marley and Peter Tosh
Transformed the music genre from a whiff
To a major component so posh
No connoisseur can dismiss it
As a flash in the pan in the pantheon world music
Celebrates and elevates to fit
New sounds and bounds in non-basic
Communication where a universal language
Inherent in music criss-crosses salient aspects
Humankind shares and spreads to assuage
Incongruities and insanities in prospects
That point to and chart the destiny
Humankind deserves
Despite flak, yak and intrusive scrutiny
That in the end serves
No useful purpose in uniting humankind
Despite race, opinion and obstination
Which turns people blind, makes them unkind
To the extent they annihilate an entire station
Blessed by the most high
To kiss blessings and forgo chances
To step forth and fly
Higher than current circumstances
Project
In their illusion to freak out
Reject
And promote doubt with diminishing clout
Today and tomorrow
Now and forever
If you should borrow
Not from fever or a disgrace river
But from God's manifesto
In which your portion lies in success
To derive nutrients not from alcohol but from the tomato
To which God has granted you permanent access
To prolong life
Live in optimum health
Give up strife
And gain and bargain for perennial wealth.
ONE:
At three in the morning the Internet calls out.
Come to the computer; visit friends round about.
All of a sudden, soon pulling hair out,
The lights go off, a total blackout…shutout!
TWO:
Dressed for the country, a total knockout,
In a new white blouse, nothing worn-out,
Marshmallows and smores cooked at the cook out.
Chocolate on the blouse that will not wash out!
THREE:
Friends coming over for a big night out,
Children run to windows; keep a lookout.
Their car slips and slides while they are in route.
Festivities become a complete washout.
FOUR:
Going for a visit, the Interstate route.
A car passes by; guess what is thrown out.
Part of a burger with a Whopper handout,
Right in the face of the driver's shouting snout.
FIVE:
Rushing one morning to the punch-clock readout.
Arriving on time, that day had some doubt.
Picking up speed cautiously on the look out!
BLAM! The tire explodes, too late, a blowout.
SIX
The day's shopping spree had a strange payout.
Smoke from the windows escaping there out.
Eggs were left boiling when the cook went out.
Shells hit the ceiling and the floor; freak out!
SEVEN:
Walking barefooted on a beautiful route.
(Garden shoes were old with the soles worn out.)
Soft-smelly brown embrace toes round about.
Run to the hose to wash the stinky stuff out.
EIGHT:
Planting a garden with success in doubt.
Hoping for sun and for a big payout.
Watering tomatoes in times of drought.
One night of insects, the crop is wiped out!
NINE:
The birthday present would really standout.
Glow-in-the-dark wrapping, would be far-out.
Fluorescence to shine when the lights go out,
But I left it home and arrived without.
TEN:
A walk in the park to get a workout,
Flowers and children enjoyed throughout.
Birds chirp in trees, their favorite hideout.
A direct hit in the eye; bird fallout, wash out!
© October 8, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
We havent known each other very long
but that's NOT the way It feels
I've told you all about me
Theres nothing left to reveal
I was ASHAMED of some things
afraid to appear weak
You took it all in always doing cwhat you do
THINKING before u speak
Use to laugh at those who met online
Thinking that's ridiculous who's got the time?
Eat my words my world has COMPLEATLEY changed
On the fateful day met my aLove playing a computer game
You didnt freak out or ask WHY
what made you do what you do?
Instead you responded calmly
with its OK HOW can I help you?
Your generosity & compassion
I saw from the start
Your unconditional love has
MENDED my broken heart
You made me see what
REAL LOVE is meant to be
You made me stronger
by truly loving ALL OF ME
THERE are NO words to express
what your LOVE has done for me
Its helped to raise my spirits
and helped me to REALLY SEE
If you let down your walls
when love comes to call
Stand up and believe
That you CAN have it ALL
That there IS a person who
Will be there to help you get through
and he wont ask you to change
ONE LITTLE thing about you!
He will LOVE and support you
in all that you do
I am so ELATED for me
that person is YOU!
What I say may sound silly now
but you'll find it to be true
I KNEW the moment your hand slipped in mine
That I would fall deeply in LOVE with you
You are my new beginning
YOUR my pot of gold
How lucky would I be
with YOU to grow old
I love the TRUST & RESPECT
between you & I
No jealousy headgames or drama
no reasons for me to cry
You're my Prince thst I have dreamed of
Your the BEST part of my day
with you, there is NO looking back
the past mistakes just fade away
You said I LOVE YOU too
With sincerity in your beautiful blue eyes
Cant wait for the day we NEVER part
NEVER having to say goodbye
If I were a guy
I’d actually enjoy wearing a suit and tie,
I wouldn’t feel uneasy about walking down a late night city street
And high heels would become obsolete,
I’d sleep an extra hour every day, never worrying about running late
For id have no more makeup and hair to prepare when I had to wake
I’d be pleasant four weeks out of the month instead of just two
With No more cramps and mood swings to attend too
Id saves money on tampons, Midol and all the many types of underwear
It would be lovely to take off my shirt on a beach and have no one care
I’d adore my mate, basically worship her, while being extremely nice
For I no longer would have to worry about births physical price
If I gained a few pounds I sure wouldn’t mind
Plenty of overweight men have women who are mighty fine
Statistically speaking I’d have a better chance at making more money
Even if I was an egotistically dummy
I would get to stand up when I pee
This would come in handy constantly!
No more worrying about a lack of tissues or dirty toilet seats,
I’d give my Sergeant a little shake with no concerns about a leak
Let’s not forget all the hours spent on shaving
That would be another time consuming cost in which id be saving
My friends would not complain wine and gossip constantly
If a fight broke out id forgive them and we would all just let it be
Going camping and fishing would be easier for grooming would be so simple
I wouldn’t freak out if I had a sudden pimple
Plastic surgery would not be a thought that ever ran through my mind
For the older a man gets the sexier and more refined
Wrinkles and gray hair makes him look sophisticated
Women see these features and become completely jaded
I'd rarely have to be bothered with perverts at any store,
The simplicity of my beautiful life I would be thankful for.
P.S However, I Love being a woman...
The Not so Glorious French Cuisine
The French are fond of foods most Americans
would freak out on, and they’re not bargains.
Let’s start with the least freakish: rabbit (lapin) –
farm raised and bathed in a Dijon mustard sauce –
like chicken say those who’ve tried it.
Quail and pigeon (caille and pigeon) wont kill
your appetite though it may your budget
if you’re tight. Both are often roasted to
a golden brown and served with fruit like
grapes or figs. A young pigeon by-the-way
is squab and it’s often roasted or wrapped in
a crusty pie dough. – Warning: the price
will be quite high, so be prepared to gasp or faint.
Next is smoked beef tongue (Langue de Boeuf).
Apart from it’s name, it’s delicious and worth
a first try, though squeamish American diners
will grimace.
Then prized and touted is ris de veau, a favorite
of French gourmands but purposely translated
in English as “sweetbreads” – to prevent shock
or vomiting, and far removed from anything
you’d find in a patisserie, but to a French
gastronome it’s nothing less than sautéed
calf’s thymus gland or pancreas.
Another French specialty is pig’s blood sausage
(boudin noir), black as soot, and daringly served
uncamoflaged by any deceptive artistry,
what any normal diner would identify as
freshly discharged pig’s turd. (And by that
description alone you should be rushing to
the nearest restroom with your hand over
your mouth holding back a mouthful of
vomit and praying no stalls are occupied!)
And now for our final entree, la piece de
resistance – at least to hardcore gastronomes:
a whole calf’s head (tête de veau) garnished
with various baby veggies (petites legumes)
but nonetheless ghoulishly nightmarish and
more likely read in a Stephen King novel.
Bon appétit!
Frank Zappa
Was always my musical hero
Ever since I first heard his music
Back in 1974
He blew me away
With his musical genius
His satirical wit
His mastery of rock
Classical and jazz influences
I soon became a big Zappa fiend
Went to several live shows
Bought lots of Zappa records
Later Zappa cd's
He died way too soon
He would have had a great time
Making sense
Of the Bush two era
Obama
And especially Trump
He was not one
To suffer fools gladly
And saw through
So much of the nonsense
In our life
Especially our dysfunctional politics
He was a prophet
Way ahead of his day
Foreseeing much of what
Had sadly transpired
Since his untimely death
Many not -Zappa fans
Never get beyond
The satire
But there was so much
More to Frank
Than
Don't eat the Yellow Snow
His best song of all
Perhaps his warning
About the pervasive negative impact
Of Television
With his immortal warning
I am the slime
Oozing out of your TV set
Or his prophetic song
About the mass media
Obsession with the latest
Crime story
In More Trouble Every day
And who can forget
His anti-peace corps anthem
Who needs the Peace Corps?
Or brown shoes don't make it
Or Jewish Princess
Or sheik ya booty
Disco boy?
Dynamo hum
Moving to Montana
And all the rest
Of his classic takedown
Of contemporary American society?
Yeah
Frank Zappa
Died way too soon
He would have made sense
Of the Trumpian world
I wished he was still alive
With us today
Until he can return
I will be forced
To freak out
Alone
In my head
And when I am at the dentist
His song about torture
The torture never stops
Comes along
To calm my fears
Of dental torture
Thanks, Frank
For all the memories
And the wisdom
Over the years
Look Nigel, Boris and Dave are all climbing out of the cave
No longer keen to be an MP - they’d rather freak-out at a rave!
The Commons have driven them sickly
So they’re clearing their desks rather quickly
With no thought for Rishi,
Their hasty escape looks quite fishy.
Well, why would they sit on a bench, in a House with an unpleasant stench?
They recall when an MP had status, but are hardly believed when they hate us. (Nadine, Nadine, Nadine, Nadine, please don’t join them just because you can)
The good people of Uxbridge or Frome
Seem contented if these chaps stay home -
They might be tired of dull conference speeches
And prefer to spend time on the beaches;
Remote from those eager young aides, they’ll draw lines in the sand with their spades;
When life gets remarkably tough, their choice looks straightforward enough.
As member for Selby in Yorks, Nigel Adams was wont to give talks,
For a gentleman focused on fracking his awareness was possibly lacking.
However for Tories he has lost his thirst, so his family’s future came first. Now, the battle to be his successor
Is intense, just ask any professor,
And so candidates now set their sails,
As they roam through the picturesque Dales.
Allegations might well get bitter, especially on WhatsApp or Twitter!
Our supply-chains are creaking in places,
Not helped by glum Brexiteer faces,
So let’s hope the new intake is firm,
For we’re tired of those members who squirm.
(We don’t need boot-lickers, aloof city-slickers, or chancers who won’t last one term)
And regardless of their party badge, we won’t welcome chaps on-the-cadge,
Don’t you fiddle expenses or abandon your senses!
So let’s hope that turnout is high,
As we bid Nigel and BoJo goodbye.