Long Loony bin Poems
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(continued from While Caesar watches for Brutus Part One)
Then you think of a face you love, those prayers begin
You try to crawl safely back in
The crowd disperse with taunts of " chicken"
You reach for the priest's hand, you begin to stand
But you slip on a pigeon's shhhhhh........
You awaken in a body cast from head to toe
Napoleon and Caesar are debating the earth's woe
Nurse Ratchet comes in and blows a pill down your spout
You've bought a one way ticket to loony bin, with no way out
The world is so mechanical
It's becoming so scientific
It is getting to be so-so difficult
Your eyes search for answers
Your lips mutter why
Then you glance and Napoleon walks by
He salutes you, his wounded comrade
And kisses your cheeks
You smile, Napoleon smiles
While Caesar watches for Brutus.
Running as fast as I can, I am
But I can't keep up with myself
Just like Speedy Gonzales
My mind has really gone south
Must be something I can take no doubt
To slow the damn process down
Might end up in the loony bin
Or the clown of my old home town
Could be something I ate methinks
Known to try different stuff
Saw our Golden enjoying some plants
Weeds and dandelion puffs
So think I'll give it a shot my friends
My libido will likely speed up
I'll feel like a twenty year old again
Run around with all the young pups
Running as fast as I can, I am
But I can't keep up with myself
Better slow down I ain't young no more
Must take care of my health
© Jack Ellison 2015
Winter Wonderland, Winter Schmunderland
I've had it up to my ying yang
If I never see another snowflake in my life
My big base drum I'd bang
Wonderland, Schmunderland, I've had enough
Don't know how I've made this far
Except for those few times in the loony bin
Still have all my marbles, by gar
Well at least I think I still have my marbles
But sure wish I could feel my mouth
This Winter Wonderland is for the birds
Even they have sense to head south
Winter Wonderland, Winter Schmunderland
Who really needs all this crap
I'd certainly be a very much happier camper
If I could wear a hat without flaps
Winter Wonderland Winter Schmunderland
I've had it up to my ying yang
If I never see another snowflake in my life
My big bass drum I'd bang
Wonderland, Schmunderland I've had enough
Don't know how I've made this far
Except for those few times in the loony bin
Still have my marbles, by gar
Well at least I think I still have my marbles
But sure wish I could feel my mouth
This Winter Schmunderland is really for the birds
Even they have sense to head south
Winter Wonderland Winter Schmunderland
Who really needs all of this crap
I'd certainly be a very much happier camper
If I could wear a hat without flaps
COMPARTMENTALIZATION
Friends, absolutely believe why
not in the “Loony Bin?
Compartmentalized my stresses,
so messes … not get in!
Compartments help me remember,
one illness at a time.
Must do cause, "nine" problems have, not
about to loose ... my mind!
Compartments, real life savers, now
one job at time, tackle.
Improved old age focus, glad
husband … didn't spackle.
Compartmentalize medications
if don't, embarrassed be.
Took water pills, before party,
oops … in “Depend’s” did pee.
Doc’s now compartmentalize, which
body part they'll inspect.
Last visit showed my sagging boobs,
examine ... was for my neck!
Crucial to compartmentalize, must
do each week heard some say.
Might put off till tomorrow, cause
tomorrows ... another day.
July 31, 2023
Contest: compartmentalization
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
I told my family, "There's a film of me,
A fool for all the world to see.
Dancing before a bedroom glass,
Over a pretty woman, I was an ass.
A tune of silly words I'd say,
Rehearsed a few times each day.
That secret film was passed around,
Just the start to bring me down.
They judged me like the worst of men,
As if I'd sinned again and again.
My parents, feared I'd lost my mind,
Left any hope for me behind.
Years passed by; then I sought the law,
To tell them something new I saw.
"One sentence only," said the cop.
"So make it brief, and then please stop."
I said, "They enter where I sleep,
And drugs into my brain do creep."
Before I'd even said much more,
He locked the station's heavy door.
He called my home without delay,
To have my family take me away.
One sentence was enough, to prove
I was stuck in a raving groove.
I tried again some months from then,
I wrote to officers again.
Local, county, state alike,
Hoping truth at last would strike.
I wrote, "I'm drugged inside my room
By drifting vapors filled with doom.
They steal my rest throughout the night,
They twist my thoughts beyond what's right."
The police soon pulled into my drive,
to stay calm I tried to strive.
They took me to the loony bin
Where well-meaning people locked me in.
My family told me to stop
bothering every kind of cop
They said I have to take a med
That's known to help what's in my head
Again I spoke, "Baddies in the walls,
Behind the ceilings, down the halls.
They can even strike from cars that roam,
Not to mention in our home."
My family heard each fearful claim,
And shrugged as I proved I was insane
Only defectors could change their view;
No righteous man in the bad guy crew.
But what if
We're already off the cliff
What if across this continent,
Lives are tortured, lives are bent
What if the answer isn't meds
Isn't mental hospital beds
Should we rethink what we knew
What if all of it
is true?
Need a cuddle, are you available?
Promise not to linger too long
Perhaps seven or possibly eight hours
Maybe till the break of dawn
Enough time to satisfy this craving
That lingers day and night
Soon gonna wind up in the loony bin
If I can't taste your sweet delights
Need a cuddle, are you available?
To take me to heaven's door
Promise not to overstay my welcome
Till eternity, not a moment more
Must've done something, don't know what
To deserve your tender love
Can't think of what it could have been
But you've given my heart a shove
Succumbed to your delicate beauty
Many many years ago
The flame's stayed alive for all this time
Still making this old heart glow
Need a cuddle, are you available?
Promise not to linger too long
Maybe an eternity plus ten lifetimes
An eternity filled with song
© Jack Ellison 2013
Winter Wonderland, Winter Schmunderland
I've had it up to my ying yang
If I never see another snowflake in my life
My big bass drum I'd bang
Wonderland, Schmunderland, I've had enough
Don't know how I've made this far
Except for those few times in the loony bin
Still have my marbles, by gar
Well at least I think I still have my marbles
But sure wish I could feel my mouth
This Winter Schmunderland is really for the birds
Even they have sense to head south
Winter Wonderland, Winter Schmunderland
Who really needs all of this crap
I'd certainly be a very much happier camper
If I could wear a hat without flaps
© Jack Ellison 2014
SheGirl is tamping down her blanket, comfy cattitude.
Pat pat pat pat pat pat, I admire her stealthy attitude.
She has me firmly in my place now, glad I have my popcorn.
We watch The Horrible Bosses movie, both happy, none forlorn.
When we hear words like “hit” and “kill” I cover SheGirl’s ears.
My husband asks what I am doing, for he has no fears.
This emotionally delicate cat with a heart of gold understands this talk.
I know she does; she is a reincarnate of my aunt, and does her walk.
When we are alone I call her Marjorie, my aunt’s preferred name.
We play Monopoly, my reincarnated auntie’s favorite board game.
I don’t bother to share this information or her nickname with him.
He is on his own couch lying next to his hound dog, named Jim.
Jim reminds me of his father, but I keep my mouth wisely shut.
I do not want him to think I am ready for a crazy loony bin hut.
Just before we go to bed I hear him say “Jim, I am glad….
That you are here beside me, for you smell like my dad.”
Sue S. Side Almost Won Out As The Tomb Poem...
(alternately titled: a page taken from the play
book of Little Miss Muffet.)
"Oh...My...Argh..." "Somebody...
Please...ease...help...me...ee"..., and
then dead silence, this comprises,
the sole thread bare strand
i.e. plaintive desperate plea – recorded
by emergency 911 agent Brand
N. Burg-Harris, a close family member
of the deceased, who
(said relation) hand
dully appeared aghast, shell shocked,
white as a ghost,
et cetera damned
near roundly dismissed,
but extraordinarily grand
lee escorted to safety,
as some VIP, who
under a "normal," regular,
and/or typical case, would be
gingerly brushed aside land
ding in the loony bin, what with his
babbling like a lunatic understand
ably very little attention paid,
but the sheer immensity,
sans horror surpassed any
concoction hatched, analogous
to grotesque japaned
artwork by necessity didst demand,
an extremely over
active imagination, thus
no "FAKE" spiderbiter words
exist to expand
to embellish, fabricate,
and/or surpass,
a terrifying, nightmarish,
and hideous circumstance
in summary visa a vis dis
covering Goliath manned
doubles (mandibles - jaws of steel),
wherein barenaked remnants
of Matthew Scott Harris protruded,
which humongous mouthparts
of gigantic sized
Tarantula pierced poison
into dangling, flickr
ring, and twitching
scant visible remains
of renowned Arachnologist, academician
passionate serious
die hard "Spider Man."