Long Spastic Poems
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Don’t criticise me from this poem
You’ll understand once I bring it home
I used to love DIY I was a fanatic
But it took me a long time and drove my wife spastic
She used to curse and say you not finished yet
You’ll end up leaving it half done I bet
I got so flustered it end been true
I could not see anything through
So I’d lay there and would not budge
Watching TV stuffing my face with fudge
She’d scream at me and says get off your lazy ass
Get the lawn mower and cut the grass
You know the saying “you can lead an ass to the water but you can’t make it drink”
I’d lay on the couch staring at the TV and wouldn’t blink
Now I was not this sort of person
But she was impatient and her attitude would worsen
I was a perfectionist in my minds eye
When it came to the thing I loved doing, DIY
Now I lay here a couch potato
Watching her face go red like a plum tomato
Knowing I cannot hold back I do not try
Flailing my arms and legs, in a prancing sort of way
I am a spinning unicorn, alive and enthusiastic.
Others might be looking, or not
I dance to my own melody; loudly and proudly.
Dance someone yells; some weird stranger.
I immediately stop dancing; their command is annoying.
Will I dance again? Yes, but not here, certainly.
I dance for no one but myself.
I run from this instigator, irritated.
Alone in my home I gyrate faster than a spastic top
Spinning and kicking like a Rockette of the fifties.
My cat and dog huddle in the corner, fearful.
They recognize this dancing maniac,
I am the tornado of me.
If our cars could talk what might they say?
"Oh boy, it's you for one more day".
"I see that you don't care a lot, you
keep on driving when my engine is hot!"
"Unless you plan to walk real soon, stop
running me on mere gas fumes."
"Please use my signals and don't drive spastic.
This body of mine is mostly plastic".
"I'm not a Mercedes. I'm far from bionic.
Replenish these fluids. They are my tonic."
"Before I pound on one more street, replace these tires,
their truly beat."
"One habit of yours truly grains, stop smearing my
windshield with nicotine stains".
"Keep both eyes on the road and listen out for the weather
and we may have some pleasurable times together."
Transporting you to childhood days…
I*’ll carry your heart to mirth-filled place
Glowing with exuberant magical rays
Vanquishing gloom of boredom mace
Leaving contagious radiance on your face.
Join me in this blessed jubilant ride
Whirling along merry-go-round tide
Such is kids’ achievement of sweet pride
Undeniable triumph joyous scream can’t hide…
Remember your glee-brightened grin, prettily wide?
To your special child, I offer purest delight
Calming down his bouts with spastic blight…
Come sit with him toward blissful bonding flight
Soar above wheelchair’s security-might
Braced by faith’s power** --- held by God, lovingly tight.
* Carousel personified
Personification in Rhyme form
**Psalm 68:35 …God … is he that giveth strength and power unto his people. Blessed be God.
April 3, 2020
2nd place, "Carousel Picture Prompt" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper; judged on 4/7/2020.
For him to enjoy freedom flight
My heart is imprisoned with love
Assisting development height
While he propels himself above.
Optimizing promise of hope
For him to enjoy freedom flight
Patience is stretched along peace-slope
As special child smites spastic blight.
Beholding each milestone delight
I praise God Who grants strength and grace*
For him to enjoy freedom flight
Possible upon prayer brace.
Maneuvering wheel chair with zest
My dear son conquers struggling fright
Secured around faith's caring best
For him to enjoy freedom flight.
*2 Corinthians 12:9 And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.
April 12, 2023
Delighted by birds’ coloring books
Awed with stories on biblical fowls of the air…
There’s my special child, unperturbed
Eyes glued to a science book he’s trying to comprehend.
In a guessing game,
He’s asked: “What birds are these?
Identify using these clues:
Indeed faithful to mate for life;
male is called a cob,
female partner’s name is pen;
they have a baby cygnet...
As God’s creatures,
they are highly intelligent
and remember who has been kind to them.”
Suddenly... “Swans,” he shouted with glee
Midst his spastic flapping gestures.
In exhilarating triumph
we all bask in his lingering swan-chorus:
"Who made all the swans so beautiful...
God* in heaven above."
*Isaiah 43:15 I am the LORD, your Holy One, the creator..., your King.
April 17, 2019
9th place, "Suddenly Swans" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Maureen McGreavy; judged on 4/26/2019.
I see that I've detected
some words that were neglected
By noted “lexicologist” to Suess
I'm sure some how in time
they'll create more words that rhyme
But for now, I'll put the ones, I found to use
For example, there's "Galactic"
and I hate to sound "Didactic"
But, have YOU tried to rhyme this word before ?
So, l'll find a different Tactic
less ridged more Elastic
That I'm sure everyone, will just adore
I've been writing till I'm Spastic
like a nervous Geriatric
But there's only two words, that will do
I'll seek some Chiropractic
And work on my Gymnastic
In time I'm sure I'll feel as good as new
I don't mean to sound Sarcastic
But what kind of word's Bombastic
It's the craziest word I ever heard
Who made up Pleonastic
And thought himself Scholastic
I'm sure he must of been some loony bird
How can I write with Lactic ?
Or practic, prophylactic
To make a poem filled with poise and grace
If IT'S to be climatic and regarded as fantastic
I've got to do what's Drastic,
I rest my case
Just shut up and get a life,
I'm not like you, I've a reason to live ya,
if you weren't a berk you'd have a wife,
but with berks no one gives a....
change your tactic you're a spastic
loopy mate you're geriatric,
I'll give you something a little trick,
shut your mouth, on people don't pick,
yesterday you said I burn fast,
today it looks like you that learns fast,
cus on the whole you're a dictator son,
a sell out to an alcohol addiction,
because this is soup I added the tator
am I your match? I just put you out,
who's the supernova now, laters hater,
I'm off to live, don't come back about
Optimizing freedom zest
Challenging mother’s tidiness best
My son whirls himself around
Oblivious that he’s wheel-chair bound.
Loosening mobility gear
His spastic hands hurl things everywhere
Zooming beyond glee’s ecstasy
He’s waged war against my mess-flee policy.
Entangled around disarray’s coil
My mind screams, devoid of nagging turmoil
Special child now wins over distress bouts
Ending my heart chaos by his delightful shouts.
*Resolved to blend patience and might
I'm glad to see kid's milestone-height
To God I give my thanks** and praise
For His enabling grace midst orderliness-race.*
November 19, 2019
3rd place, "Disarray" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Nina Parmenter; judged on 11/23/2019.
*Last stanza added on November 25, 2019.
**1Corinthians 15:57 But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
If you read the reviews
And review the reports,
You'll conclude I'm a dude
Who is no good at sports.
At badminton, lawn darts, or table tennis,
No record of my name's in that book by Guinness.
When I tried to play baseball
The coach was sarcastic.
I ran like a windmill, he said,
That was spastic.
But the rest of my teammates said they had no bothers
'cause I kept the bench nice and warm for the others.
Gymnastics, wrestling, touch football, the same,
I was simply no good at those physical games.
Even when I tried golf
All the caddies would scoff,
So the country club canceled my guest privileges pass.
So, suffice it to say my abilities lay
In arenas requiring less sweating.
I eschewed the life athletic
And pursued one more aesthetic,
But two things I excel at, I'm betting.
I'm quite good at remembering small victories I win,
And my flops I am tops at forgetting.
Entered You Choose Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Jan. 11, 2023
Honorable Mention
Thanks, Brian