Long Hysteria Poems
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Jamais Vu ~ "The feeling of being unfamiliar with something that is familiar. The opposite of deja vu."
These days, life is shroud in a fog so vivid
I’m forgetting what it was like before
I’m feeling saner in a truth so twisted
Nights sure have a way of exposing deplore
(And it took a while to realize but-)
I was jealous of all the lies I told,
the lessons I sought were self-assured
clotting my throat were vehement wisterias
as I let fear smile a perpetual hysteria
My tears tasted metallic
the tracks on my cheeks told tales of crimson
thoughts bitter, bitter, static
just blood in my veins and sickly sweet venom
Back then, you didn’t matter
that’s what I tell myself every plight
this world is an illusion yet to shatter
it is why you are prone to this pending bite
But words are the one time machine I get to have
the epitome of cruel hope each one of us vies
Yet we set ablaze dreams of ash
You and I, my young magpie
Alas you changed and I am changing
I know the reason we have changed is not time
for you were charged the crime of weeping
and I am mourning an ending mime
One last lie
I want to remember the person I was
One last goodbye
just another farewell my heart lost
I reckon most folks have ludicrous events in their lives to bear.
During my four-score years, Lord knows I've had my share!
Some left my dear long-suffering spouse (and me) somewhat sore,
But we laugh about them now since they've become our family lore!
In my younger years I worked as a janitor vacuuming floors and such.
Once, the vacuum hose got stuck - I jerked it with a not so gentle touch!
As quick as a spitting cobra the hose struck me square on the snout!
It bloodied my nose, caused my head to spin and nearly knocked me out!
Once, my wife was leaning over the car trunk getting something out.
Innocently, I turned the radio on raising the aerial causing her to shout!
That lustful antenna was creeping up her blouse in a very delicate area,
Causing her to cry out at me in a state of near extreme hysteria!
At the baggage carousel I snatched a bag that looked the same as mine.
I try to be ever mindful and careful of my good name never to malign,
But when I unpacked at home I discovered a bag of ladies intimate wear!
I tried to explain this turn of events under my spouse's baleful glare!
There was the time I was up a ladder when on the ground I spied a snake!
Discretion won out over bravery - I asked my wife to slay it with a rake!
Did I scale the ladder before or after seeing the snake is ever a question
That my wife ponders to this day tho' I'll never make a true confession!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
"Life levels off in importance. Days are no longer
jagged peaks to climb; time is a meadow,
and we move over it with level steps."
~ Gladys Taber
Her life is a page torn from a spiral notebook
whose jagged edges are tattered
She's bone weary and wears the haggard scowl
of a woman whose heart has been badly broken
There are jagged lines, wrinkles and creases
the kind that ages a beautiful face
where once his fingertips had left a gentle touch
her skin seems ravaged by sorrow
No longer can she peer into a mirror
none have been left hanging in her home
Into pointed shards they'd been shattered
in a moment of hysteria
There are no straight-edged lines in lost love
for the toll is measured in flesh
and the only traces of it left to recall
are memories that tussle her mind
There's an emotional mountain she must climb
jagged edged rocks will impede her way
but when she succeeds in reaching the crest
from grief she will have been freed
A sudden wildfire engulfs the world.
Ephemeral flames keep burning untamed.
Contagious fumes mire a cerulean spring,
as flying creepy carriers spread a turmoil.
Virulent pathogens entering airway of lungs
behind veil of common cold, stares Death.
Fragile sick vessels can't battle pneumonia,
hijacking cells , sieges a dangerous Corona.
No armaments to fight an army miniscule,
helpless kingdoms, are we powerful humans?
Visages hide in hysteria of harrowing masks,
panic begging kindness, from unseen parasites.
An invisible Godzilla empties crowded streets,
as scrubbing soaps wash handshake greets.
Return us our old days of contagious laughter.
Twinkle in those smiles, once called infectious.
Sick of a fortress life , wearied of quarantine pain,
let's live hand to mouth, oh rich! make poor again!
Coughing and Sneezing, spare a nightmare of Flu
Let us breathe in unison again...
a fearless hug saying, "I love you".
14th March 2020
Sponsor Team PoetrySoup
Contest Name Coronavirus COVID-19
Hop a train
steam far away
from the zig jagged insane.
Dream far, far away from the media blitz
the mass hysteria
that devilish jab
the mask hysteria
of pure delirium.
billions to be raked in
from
the jab
the kits
the masks
the disinfectants
one-way hospital stays.
Gates
wants to jab us to death
force us to eat his shriveled meat
In so many words, he wants to cull the herd.
Gates
is blotting out the sun
thinning our bones
slowly turning us to dust.
Hells Gates
has stage 4 God complex
but God never sported an STD.
Hop a train to a faraway place.
Stepping away from the insane.
Rubbing elbows with the homeless and hobo.
AT least they're real.
Gather and recalibrate a lost spirit.
Meditate, go deep underground.
Into the twin mirror of self and selfless.
Slide away from their plastic charms.
Sliding away from all of them.
Becoming like an earthworm.
Saturday, April 11, 2020 found me in a mess,
Fed up entirely with virus histrionics and hysteria.
With exaggeratitions, lies, it is enough to kill you
I was determined to not even come to the Soup!
Even here, is more boogeyman stuff~
So I planned to hide under blankets of flannel fluff.
Till a Souper friend called to announce a poem of mine
Was the POTD and my world began to shine.
May God bless her days with His sunshine!
Chantelle!! You know you are walking love!
Thank you for being my good news dove.
Your phone call was a fanatic, positive nudge.
Love you and thank you!
Panagiota
April 11, 2020
6:30 pm PST
It continues to befuddle my inquisitive mind
why many of you have attacked and maligned
vaccines, and have decided to become aligned
with other naysayers. Are you physically blind?
It's not amusing when false dogma spreads terror
Your claims are outrageous and uttered in error
Open your eyes to the truth, and be a torchbearer
instead of creating hysteria as a rankled despairer.
I'm not suggesting you wear rose-colored shades,
but stop throwing darts at hearts and live grenades
at those fighting for the right cause in the crusades.
Life or death is not a game to play like charades.
I wonder how you'd feel if one you loved had died
for refusing to allow a needle to pierce their hide.
Would you admit your theories had been cockeyed
or pig-headedly insist, "Vaccinations are unjustified."
Remove the cloth binding your eyes. Set yourself free
of lies sweetened with rhetoric, so we all might be
safer in a world that's not destined for its apogee.
Listen, if you refuse to see. Please consider this plea.
October 5, 2021
This or That, Vol 7 Contest - Hysterical Blindness
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Self and selfless exist on a spectrum
A path of maturation
A path of relative perspective
From personal to transpersonal.
When you are young it is all about you
As you grow you see there are others too
Until when old, finally see those others
Make up the many, and you the very few.
All of us are hardwired for empathy
And compassion too
Although the two are not the same.
Empathy, connected to our pain centers,
Makes us feel other’s pain as our own,
A basically selfish concern.
Compassion, connected to our love centers,
Makes us want to take on and share
The suffering of others,
An inherently selfless concern.
Compassion doesn’t lead us to harm others
But empathy can. Empathy
Is what lies at the root of mass hysteria
Leading one to join a lynch mob
Soccer-fan riot
Anti-ICE protest
Or nationalist army marching to war.
Compassion is what leads us to see the other
As no different from ourselves
No matter what side the other is on.
In the end it’s really not selfless
It’s just self expanded
To include it all.
(1/23/26)
Far away, this ship is taking me far away,
And the name of the ship was the billy of tea,
But you’re uncomplicated,
So why should it affect you?
You’re insecure, and don’t know what for,
Best, you’ve got to be the best,
Oh yeah, I’ll tell you what I hear,
So sip the gossip, drink ‘til you choke.
But I can make an explosion.
My parachute will guide me safely to ground,
Even if the sky is falling down,
I won’t fall in love with falling.
Cause I’m on top of the world,
Take a look in the mirror,
What do you see?
All those words we exchange.
Ring, ring, phone call from depression,
It’s just me and anxiety.
Are we running out of time?
You can’t stop it screaming out.
Where a flame in the wind,
Erase all the memories, but they’re still stuck in my brain,
Can you hear the sound of hysteria?
Fire spreading all around my room.
And I’ll hide from the world behind a broken frame,
The devil doesn’t bargain,
Paradise comes at a price,
Remember who you are.
Let the final countdown begin
Proxy war in Afghanistan
Saudi Arabia vs. Iran
India vs Pakistan
Sunni vs Shia
The 38th divide of Korea
China taking over the sea
As the US debt is skyrocketing
Militaries expand
Droughts and famine in farmlands
Christian exodus from the middle east
Refugees from the lack of peace
Annexations by Russia
No one screams in hysteria
Pocket nukes are ok to use
Mankind has a short fuse
One, two, three, four, five
What to do to stay alive
To simplify, put your head between your legs
And kiss your *** goodbye
God, please hold our hand
The world is sinking in quicksand
Angry, greedy statesmen
Sounding the drum of the horsemen
Artificial intelligence
Climate change and mass surveillance
With two minutes left to midnight
Listen for the sound
Drop the beat, hit the ground
Dynamite as bright as daylight
Signaling for help with a flashlight
Playing the rave, igniting the night
The blasting wave, in the grave, later love
Smitten with the fireworks above
The nuclear deterrent is gone
Nothing but an oxymoron
The plight of mankind fight
Cockroaches become the spotlight
As they write what happened at midnight
February 7, 2018 - Updated 5/14/2019
For Emile Pinet
Contest The doomsday clock 2 minutes to midnight
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