Long Zany Poems
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I live in middle land between fuzzy bottom
and the high hazy skies
I peer down quantum wishing-wells, waves entangle
observed as they collapse
I scan beyond forever where dark matter lurks
in unforeseen disguise
I think I am, I blink, ... something is shifting there
reality perhaps
I count the zeroes descending beneath my eyes
to out of sight below
I sum tens of noughts piling to the very brink
of distant space and time
I ask why half-way along this fourth dimension
our knowledge seems to grow
I ponder my vantage, asymmetric centre
position so sublime
I play with grateful gods gathering me in close
where when can be no more
I move by osmosis, membrane passing on through
the other side of hope
I absorb persona essence, no hereafter
no self was here before
I am continuous love, joy and pain caressed
I am the learning-scope
I seem potent but feel a much greater power
the birth of potential
I flow with constant change, buoyed up by warm current
rising through the ocean
I feel procession from the dizzy atomic
to cosmic sequential
I record the dancing rim of life, strange song soothed
holographic lotion
I stir prime numbers, multiple integer broth
then fractions of the whole
I greet the old ones, memories morph and cuddle
sprinkling their magic hue
I mingle many species, their varied voices
shape the galactic goal
I embrace fallen youngsters, stricken babies scream
all pleading to renew
I swing with orchestral relatives, out of time
off-beating ticking clock
I watch minds simplify, beguiled by certainty
discordant chords strumming
I am blown by the erratic winds of zeitgeist
zig-zagging round the block
I pause to query, am I this zany creature
half-way to becoming?
So, don`t be the merry jokers prey
as he play`s his zany game of charades
upon this trickster`s holy day
never let the sunshine’s ray
turn into a dark light of shame
so, don`t be the merry jokers prey
his game don`t let the joker play
fools he will make of the sane
upon this trickster`s holy day
into the joker hand you will pay
as you play his merriment game
so, don`t be the merry jokers prey
just when you think everything is ok
is when he reveals his evil master plan
on this trickster`s holy day
he will frolic in the ridicule
while smiling his devilish grin
so, don`t be merry jokers prey
upon this trickster`s holy day
A friendship can never break or
Be dissolved if you are more than
Considerate enough to understand
Deeds of kindness can go far
Enough to get you through the days
Forever by each other's side
Going nowhere when it's tough
Having strength for one another
In bad times that bring you down
Just remember to be there with
Kindness care and understanding
Love and laughter that will bring
Memories that fill your heart
Now and always it won't stop
Or ever leave your aging mind
Perhaps you can look back and think about
Quaint days that you had together
Remembering the fun and joy
Seeing it just like a movie
Tearing up from knowing that
United you stood never falling
Valently you braved the days
When weather was a little stormy
Xyloses sweet as friends can be
Year by year there is no doubt
Zany antics kept you together
Berkeley Beckoning Me
I grew up
In Berkeley, California
In the early 70s
A wild and crazy time
Berkeley shaped my soul
And my heart will always
Long for my home land
Berkeley was always
A wild and zany place
Filled with original characters
Drawn to the city by the bay
The hills overlooking the city
The campus filled with students
The downtown shopping area
The suburban housing
The street people
The vendors on Telegraph
The smell of marijuana
Hanging in the air
Long before it was legal
In some ways
Berkeley seems stuck
In a time wrap
A certain corner
Seems to be forever
Stuck in 1969
The city has changed
Over the years
Like most places
It has become harder
And harder for the working class
To afford to live there
The yuppies took over
Decades ago
But despite that the city
Continues to be home
To a diverse population
Little India emerged
Along with Berkeley’s Chinatown
The old black neighborhoods
Still manages to somehow
Thrive amid the gentrification
And so as my life winds down
My thoughts keep returning
To my ancestral home
The homeland
Where I wish to die
When is it okay to swim out of here?
Solo fish laps in a loch
Wide eyes turn back in fear
My pool was safe, I knew each rock
Grab the edge, a wall once held
Tiny tank I kept so well
Tide does turn to lift me up
Dive into a deep vast sea,
Run a race of lung drum pump
Your glue gaze is a hook, with glee
Gate open lets life raft bob away
I’ve swum in your fast new sway
Out into salt and mess, wind howl
Sail taut to tilt us, roll wild rage
Yin Yang curl can’t part us now
Ship long hour, flip over next page
A song to sing with zany note
Zeal to feel wave beat on boat
Slow zone I made sure to keep
Sits in the past, eats acid
Jump for love, a huge bold leap
Care can wash a soul once arid
Take it to grow, aqua lush
Lone fins come to find twin rush
1st October 2023
Written for Contest:
Love Poem Four Letters
Sponsor: Darla Seely
Rapid ideas sprinkle out of my dendrite village,
Flowing down my shoulders, landing on the best of days,
In kilter skelter felter welter milter belter jagged piles
in crazy, zany, silly, dark, ugly, horrible, unnatural, weird ways.
I watch them form little armies. Some skitter off into the kitchen walls.
Others slither back up my legs, trying to reinvent themselves.
None want my help, so I walk into the living room.
Some are laughing hysterically, thinking it is a game.
A couple of them hit me hard in the middle of my lower back.
They are giant jumpers, trying to get back into my skull.
Good luck I think, knowing my imaginary dendrite village well.
If there is one thing she does not allow,
it is access to repeat offenders.
Best to lie down on a page and let me
Draw a cartoon around you or put you into a poem.
The Tree and the Sprite
Spencer the sprite was a very old sprite and a very old sprite was he.
He had lived as long as he could, in the depths of a wood,
In the roots of an uffulous tree;
A very old oak, an impetuous bloke, with branches too high to see.
Tonight was the night when the stars were bright,
Spencer would be four hundred and ninety three.
Said the Sprite to the Oak, “We’re having a bonfire and toast
And a tangulous roast and a drink made of Dandlewort tea.”
Said the tree, “Please don’t start a fire in my roots.
It scorches my shoots and the smoke makes me sneeze.”
“Don’t worry, dear tree,” said the conflatigous sprite it will only come up to your knees.”
Replied the uffulous tree.“It is my season to sleep and sometimes I snore,
Which is a bit of a bore, and in all of this wood I am really attached to my knees.”
Said the Sprite, “There will be five hundred young sprites And a Wizard called Nick,
"Whose magic is quick will come and show us some rifilious spells.
“He will put a spell on your knees and restore all your shoots and all the leaves you have lost as well.”
The tree cried, “I’m off!” Then with a baloominous sound jumped right out of the ground and fled to the East faster than man or beast and in a field near Clacton was found.
Said Spencer to Nick, “You had better be quick, a rolivous spell we need.
That silly old oak is an impetuous bloke and we want him back here indeed.”
Said Nick, “I have a great spell which will do really well it is Number 79.
I have tried it on oak and a tall and elderly pine.”
Before he could say ‘wood’ the Oak was back where he stood and in very frumptilious mood.”
But when he calmed down he said with a frown, “I really could do with some food.”
29/11/16
HM in Contest 'Zany' by Frank Herrera
Judged 7/12/16
On wings of love vicarious
With raging impetus my devotion soars
In my dreams night after night
Your loving heart I’ve conquered
Opulence surrounds you worthy of a queen
Gardens of magnolia exult your glamour
Jeweled combs adorn your voluptuous raven hair
Your silken skin mine to admire and caress
On a pedestal you become my temptress
Till roars that wicked chasm of the morning ruthlessly merciless
Brutal reality making a zany mockery of my worship
What callous vicious ensorcellment tears me from my fantasy
And what if I choose to proclaim my nights as my reality
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on August 15, 2018 for contest EIGHT WORD CHALLENGE-8 sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON - RANKED 2ND
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Attitude determines our entire day.
Belief in a Higher Power eases the way.
Confidence is strength shining within.
Desire to do our best, is a sure win.
Empathy for others, showcases our soul.
Fortitude, never giving in, is our goal.
Gratitude is an auspicious habit to seek.
Haughtiness is a sure sign of the weak.
Intelligence, be so very glad we have it.
Joy in being alive, a great,blessed habit.
Kindness, yes, show it to one and to all.
Love, share it and have a ball!
Mellowness is a welcome call.
Neighborliness goes a very long way.
Overlooking flaws in others can make your day.
Participation is far better than holding back.
Quietness in tone, when we speak.
Reaching out and helping those who are weak!
Serenity is a key to happiness.
Tenderness, as soft as a teddy bear in the attic.
Understanding others as best we can
We are all part of the family of man.
Xenodochial, means being friendly to strangers.
Zany and fun filled, will keep your mind not
centered on danger.
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8/4/2022
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When Comedians Marry
Comics juggle three rings when they wed
On trampoline bed they start a circus
Keep gold bands on hand while thinking zany thoughts
The comic husband wears two condoms all the time
To find the little things in life that matter
The rubbers glow in the dark of course
With funny clown shapes and faces growing large
Expandable figurines as you might figure
There is no telling what might pop up in bed
Jokes bounce off the walls when jumping around
Sex is hard on landings
Funny partners exchange zingers all night long
Are never nude or in the raw
Wear clothes during sex to save some time
That can cause performance issues and chaffing
And applause during intermissions
He sports a hunter’s outfit with iron boots
To boost the trampoline bounce
Naturally there is a bazooka to keep things up
Fingers point in all directions while trying to score
She wears layers of winter coats, pink umbrellas, for a joke
Both swing on chandeliers with smiles
It helps them to unwind, remember lines before they mate
Comedians sometimes fake orgasms
It's not easy when you're laughing
And when married, even funnier than car crashes