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 the only sure winner
Is to leave dinner plans to my wife
“What’s for dinner, dear?”
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
grasp.
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...
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 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 there is so much more
show me how it should be
show me how much is hidden with in
I still feel the need : I still feel my heart beat
I still have faith I do believe
show me how and I might stay this time
its something I have lost in time and forgotten in words
WRITTEN BY JCJ MITCHELL
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".
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- expressed Nutritional Faith
A trifling too, with the Christian Faith
"And one wouldn't want to smile at Death !"
Then remembered I my daily walk
And a teacher's long hours at talk,
Holding like cigarette a long chalk,
Much worse than a hunter's dragging stalk
"Sure I'd kept using up the much feared,
Sugar my blood leaves as I shave beard".
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 figure out how to land a plane for an airline.
You are part of the Halloween clowns, they are famous said some.
Thinking anything less than his heritage might make him a bum.
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 in manure.
I laughed and clapped and said some pretty silly stuff.
So, the sheep are bothering you? Who cares? He said. “Tough!”
But is it seven at night or seven during the day? I asked with a shirk.
I want to now whether to count sheep now or get ready to go to work.
How would I know? My husband asked me with the whine of a truck.
Now it is raining frogs and toads, and I believe I see a big yellow duck.
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 down in Ulster,
I’d have blown my brains out with a gun,
Just to keep ‘em guessing
Which faction in me won.
You can call me all the names you like.
A Prot, a wop, a yid.
In earlier days I used to be
a crazy mixed-up kid.
And I sure still am baffled
by this crazy mixed-up world,
and don’t expect enlightenment
ere my winding sheet is furled.
But there’s just one thing I’d like to know
Before the day I die.
Which part of me is all the rest,
And which part of me is I?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-hD7q1xg2jQ
Of all the places
I have been
This is the strangest
That I've seen
It is called
The mixed up zoo
where the animals
Just will not do
Exactly what they're supposed to do
That's why it's called the mixed up zoo
Imagine lions in a tree
Not where they're supposed to be
A giraffe who is afraid of heigts
And bats who will not fly at night
I saw a goat who did not bleat
And then I saw a wool less sheep
A zebra who was blue and green
The strangest place I've ever been
I saw a duck who did not quack
I even met a talking yak
A turkey who could really fly
A hyena who would only cry
Geese that croaked like giant frogs
And chickens who would bark like dogs
Elephants with ears so small
You would think they couldn't hear at all
I saw a horse who would not run
In all the day was really fun
Monkeys who could really sing
A snake who bounced just like a spring
It really was a crazy place
I laughed so much I hurt my face
If there is one thing you must do
Come and see the mixed up zoo
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 down in Ulster,
I’d have blown my brains out with a gun,
Just to keep ‘em guessing
Which faction in me won.
You can call me all the names you like.
A Prot, a wop, a yid.
In earlier days I used to be
a crazy mixed-up kid.
And I sure am still baffled
by this crazy mixed-up world,
and don’t expect enlightenment
ere my winding sheet is furled.
That is, I'd like to know
Before the day I die.
Which part of me is all the rest,
And which part of me is I?
It’s a mixed up day
Nature wants to play
White snow with brown leaves
Blowing in the sunny breeze
Pinecones flattened on the road
In the arctic air, so cold
A white curtain at the mountain veils
Snow squalls fill the sky in trails
It’s a mixed up beautiful day
Nature wants to play
I watch in wonder
If next, will be thunder
For now it is a winter’s blast
Coming in real fast
Leaving fall quickly in the past
While the sun still lasts
Heidi Sands
11/10/17
I tiptoe to the best tree
Found here to make a Moody Winter
A dome generator Snowing
A time machine is flowing
Dream if You can
Of Winters Whiter
I tiptoe lighter
Somebody, is it the Wizard that's helping you!
Does it matter!
Creation is creation after all..
Make it Clatter
Now!
Mixed up, cornered and lost.
Questions.
Confusion.
Does she love me like I love her?
Sometimes good, or bad.
My journey causes me to overcome
to the newness of life.
Grasp this new beginning.
Everyone shall see.
No matter if her love is true,
I go on for me.
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