Mixed Up Poems

Mixed-Up Vegetables

I open a bag of
mixed-up vegetables
their chatter is deafening
I ask them, “What’s the ruckus?
“It’s the day of reckoning!”

I open a box of 
Hamburger Helper
hoping to quench veggies’ yelping
As H.H. interacts with
mixed up vegetables
he laments, “I can do no helping!”

It’s hard to decide what to make for dinner
when surrounded by conflict and strife
After thinking it through

Mixed up feelings

,,Why then? Why, explain!
Two days before you were saying again thank you with a high pitched voice after I tried to pay close attention to anything you do so you remember a positive trait!
So we can go on positive again!"
,,Why do I need to explain?
Did you explain in the past?"
,,It was 3years ago."
,,As more the

A little Mixed up?

For us to
Grasp the Love
There are promises of . . .

Of us
The promises
Are there for
Love to grasp . . .

Grasp to us
For the promises of
Love are there . . .

There are promises
of us for
Love to grasp the . . .

The promises of Love
Are there for us to
        

Mixed Up

Idea One:

I'd look into my future
to see the day on which I'll die,
to know just how I'll shuffle off:
the when, the how and why.

And looking at my future,
some changes I would bring about:
avoid the place, that time of day -
and live forever then, no doubt...

ALL MIXED UP

Just suppose,
you juxtapose
date and time…
early riser,
back home
before
you’re supposed
to go. A riot,
that it seems
my brain
pauses, supposes
it knows
everything,
but the calendar gleans
the truth,
the text reveals
I’m all
mixed up.
Most of the time,
I get it right,
but,
once in a while,
my brain
misfires,
however,
I’ll not fire
the old gal -
I’ve depended
on her
all
these years!

Show Me Now

SHOW me how : show me how
  I'm asking because
 I don't know what I don't know how
 
 it all got lost with all this wait forgotten with time  
I knew it once maybe twice and it all left me with the deepest cuts 

off course there are no one anymore
off course

Mixed Up With the Wrong Crowd

Born into hope, a mother's
Her world, made bright for it
A cause of tears, despairing
And world's hellish despairing
To be, son did permit.

"Life are you to blame"; he roars.
Looked upon, itself, as
A bad influence. "You, life!
Thwarts what's best for one; gale-rife.
Voicing, from all sides, crass".

Sugar Mixed Up With Cougar

Everyone wants to save my life,
Everyone to whom sugar is knife...
But shame to all sellers of sugar,
Who dread it more than jumping cougar!
They tell me my case is different ;
Fifty two years on Earth apparent.

I begin to fear the Devils rate 
At which  I court all carbohydrates,
Like one clearly acting in bad faith,
Not well-

Rinky Dinks Is Mixed Up

We are the Halloween clowns they say with a chuckle and a heave.
They are weirdly grotesque worse than many would ever believe.
What did they do wrong? Asks someone insane who thinks.
No one likes wearing a clown suit, but his name is Rinky Dinks.

Grew up with clowns but thought he would become more refine.
Hoping he would

Mixed Up Days and Nights

My days and nights were mixed up in my head.
I was uncomfortable going toward my weird bed.
Day was night and sheep were jumping over my house.
Was it time to get on my nightie or put on my good blouse?

My husband was as confused as I was for sure.
You’ve got sheep, great, but I have stepped

All Mixed Up Wit- Word Play

"Wordplay hides a key to reality that the dictionary
 tries in vain to lock inside every free word.”

                         Julio Cortázar, Around the Day in Eighty Worlds
____________________

eye like reding an righting pooitree
but

Fog

eerie fog comes creeping to the woods
nudging its way to my consciousness
leaving smoky kisses sweet caressed to skin and leaf 
inching in upon us like a weighted blanket 
intertwined amongst the woven air.
Without a sound it draws us in 
swallows us whole as though a quiet python.
A surging ocean of merging gray 
snapping, in an

All Mixed Up

Did you hear about the moose, who thought he was a goose? He swam and he honked and even waddled when he walked. But it would make you cry, if you had seen it with your own eyes, the morning when that moose tried to fly.

Once there was a hog, who thought he was a

Confessions of a Crazy Mixed-Up Elderly He-Goat

What becomes of crazy mixed up kids fifty years on?
They become crazy mixed up elderly he-goats.
I am in part a Protestant,
In part I am a Jew,
But then I am a Catholic,
on off-days an atheist, too.
I’m something of a socialist
and pay my union dues
from well-laundered Mafia funds.
Psst! Have you got your share, too?
If they’d put me

Can'T Get a Girl

His name was Johnny. He looked like any other teenager of his generation. Hair longer than the norm, a bit of acne, favourite band t-shirts and a love of beer. He didn't smoke, do drugs or fight. 
But he liked speed and drove his cheap second hand cars fast. Too fast, so there were numerous

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