Normally people claim to like
New things. However, this is
Not always the case.
Neuropharmacologists have found that high levels of
Norepinephrine can alter minds to cause other
Neurotransmitters to direct thoughts along
Non-divergent paths so that the old is preferred and
Now reject any changes to environment.
Naturally people will take a
Noncommittal approach to all of this by denying all of this if asked
Negotiations will then take place to elicit the truth from these
Nonconformists who feel that anything said will be printed in the latest
Newsletter for Neurological Sciences which will make them appear to be
Neurotic
Neophytes. They may feel they have to inhale copious amounts of
Nitrous Oxide to regain their sense of
Normalcy. But this is being
Naïve.
No amount of a drug will allow them the
Novel lifestyle they so enjoy.
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Morning coffee spills~
a sigh, the rag’s slow waltz across
last night’s dinner plate.
Such small disasters stitch the
soft fabric of normalcy.
The root cause of hate is fear
And so if you hate me then you fear me,
Which in some cases would be totally justified.
Such as if I’m a Muslim jihadi without a clue
What jihad actually means
And so wants you dead simply because we disagree,
Or say I’m a trans activist willing to kill
You and your helpless innocent children as they pray,
Because of something so arbitrary as I want to.
Everything we do sends a message
A message out into the infinite sphere of space,
Often called Heaven,
And out to everyone me meet
And these actions flavor us, our words, our looks
And most importantly our impact.
Do we seek to calm and please others
Or disturb and disrupt them?
It all depends on what they are doing.
If you’re in love with blowing yourself up
Or shooting children
In the name of some narcissistic cause
I can tell you, you should be scared,
Terrified and truly phobic,
Of my sanity, basic decency and normalcy.
Who am I?
I may be six, sixteen or sixty-six but,
“I am Charlie Kirk.”
(9/17/25)
A return to Normalcy
As night comes, all are at ease
We return to slumber
In the electric comfort
Of artificiality that is our lives
We revel in the false sense of our own
Modern conveniences
We forget the thin veil between
Our electric life, truth of nature’s brutality
Of our existence, we believe we are
Immune to the real world, harsher realities
Till only a loss of electric life or death, finite
Our comfort zone is rot, lost, and won
Something jars us back to reality
Of the world so frail
So it goes for everything n anyone
We are wrapped in ourselves
We are ignorant of the truth, in flesh
We hid in the comfort of our arrogance
We whitewash our history
We tell ourselves one thing
We miss direct our attention
With glamour, illusions, n media broadcasts
Peel back the thin layer of civility
See the bones of mortality
The flesh of humanity
The blood of our souls, vanity
We are primal and dangerous
Everything foretold, lost
We are comforted by our excesses
We fear what we cannot hold
And believe all we are sold
As we turn in for a much-needed reprieve
A needed night's rest, we are in our woolen
Wilds and slumber in our hypocrisy.
A way home.
Doors and forests.
Resting on a bench.
Lurking.
We are normal.
I like to walk across mysterious bridges.
I could go home anytime.
Portals can take you anywhere.
I want to go.
We are normal.
Normalcy.
Typical.
Portals.
And time.
And shimmering.
On the way home, home, home…
We are normal!
We like to do normal things.
Trails.
The woods.
We have it all.
The portal closes at midnight.
I know that intuitively.
If those boats in the distance carried people I knew…
Maybe I would ride back with them.
Or maybe they would leave me.
A way home.
Going home.
The portal closes at midnight.
And it’s 12:01.
…and now that I am retired
I am getting more tired
doing nothing—
It’s more strenuous,
One never knows when it begins
and when it ends.
Wife, still works,
Kids, all grown up and gone.
Now, the days are purposeless
Nights, sleepless.
Too much is going on
in this beautiful world
with some stupid people running amuck
So,
I sit by the TV and worry.
At a whim or a spark of inspiration
I sometimes sit and write.
But, all in all
I bide my time
I wish for the night to fall
And,
the day never to dawn.
~Contest: A Brian Strand Premiere Choice.
crazy sanity
excited placidness
terrible wonderfulness
enthusiastically down
mountainous nothingness
unexpected anticipations
insanely normal
conscientiously uncaring
empathetic bullying
horrible kindnesses
guilty innocence
joyful depression
bipolar normalcy
conflicted understandings
crawling highs
maniacal lows
I know what society wants me to do.
And I know how to do it.
I just don't want to do it.
The normalcy that's been normal for so long starved my soul.
And I am not starving it anymore.
i watch this kid write a simple poem today
just two days ago he was in a coma of a mysterious sort
here he is now laughing like nothing ever happened
his little heart is on green light now
concern has a wire hanger in the closet
i watch this little kid fly a kite on a windy, but moderately warm day today
just three days ago she had IVs like indecisive mazes unaware of movement or position
here she is now running carelessly with warm blood flowing freely
here little heart is on green light now
worry has a hook of immediacy in the mudroom
Cherish How Good You Have It.....
Coronavirus takes a stab at cancel culture.
So much for "back to normalcy" 2022; Omicron...
has put a lump of coal in our Christmas stockings.
Date written: 12/24/2021
Winter Solstice
Placed earth
On its path toward new spring
Pray longer, sunny days lead to
Brighter hopes
Of rebirthing-
Prized normalcy.
Hugging family
Meeting friends
Breathing pure air without a mask
Sitting at church to worship, pray
Full classrooms
Kids mingling-
Prized normalcy.
No anxieties
Becoming ill
Loving fine meals at a restaurant
Happily going to our jobs on-site
Attend theaters
Sports events-
Prized normalcy.
January 3, 2020
Contest: Trinet Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
The Trinet, created by zion, is a 7 line form with these specifications:
Line 1 - 2 words
Line 2 - 2 words
Line 3 - 6 words
Line 4 - 6 words
Line 5 - 2 words
Line 6 - 2 words
Line 7 - 2 words
Storms of Normalcy
David J Walker
Choose your form of
Insanity and
Embrace it
Lace it up like
High-top boots
Lose your view of
Normality
And the maladies
Of societal norms
There will be
Storms
There will be visions
Of a different future
That only you can see
When you weather the
Storms of normalcy
I
yearn for
normalcy
Awakening
my dormant, sleeping imagination
Wistfully searching for idealism
Envisioning
the world as
it once
was
STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (24) ,any form,any theme (Winner: 1st Place)
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date: 08/18/2020
What allure is there in talking about people?
What allure is there analyzing situation your not in?
Who are you to decide what is right or wrong for someone else?
Why is it normal to do this?
Are you bored? Do something, shut up and do something.
Or do nothing, just shut up.
At least that's the battle I go through with the thinker in my head.
On my deck I’m sitting to write this pleasant day.
Nary a cloud I see to blot the clear blue sky.
Yellow sun is smiling; the grey has gone away.
Wind whooshes through the trees. Some bicyclists I spy.
Distant traffic , barking dogs, and some kids at play:
These sounds spell normalcy! Wind heaves another sigh.
April 24, 2020 for Joseph May's Each Letter Threads The Verse Poetry Contest
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