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The Craziest

The one without head,
the other without heart,
and best is one with no body.
All laugh without laughing
Yet they cry loudest
when their turn comes


Hot Kitty Rancid Milk

The craziest thing  has happened to me
I saw a cat humping a bee
She meowed once with delight
I covered my eyes from the sight
Then she started humping my knee
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Craziest Contraption

The craziest gadget, widget, gizmo contraption.
Gave me immediate happiness and satisfaction.
I love this machine I told anyone who would listen.
It is sparkly with bells and whistles and it does glisten.
Form: Rhyme

Tale of a Tail

My craziest time under water
was diving with Godzilla's daughter -
she spotted a whale
and gnawed at its tail,
and ruined the snorkel I'd bought 'er.

written 26th July for Caren's Craziest Time Under contest
© Jack Horne  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member The Mad Hatter

Crazy, Psycho, Mad,
Craziest we have ever had,
Tall hat,
Matted hair like a rat,
Speakes in riddles,
With everything he fiddles,
Hands constantly moving,
Brain fast-moving,
Tea's his fav,
About everything he'll rave,
Why is a raven like a writing desk?
© Fire Bird  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Video

Craziest thing I've ever done
Making a video just for fun.

Usually all you see is ink
And mull around my words, I think.

Now, I have this video.
So, listen and watch.

Then say, so, or, oh!
It was a lot of fun (work) though!


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X5lfjFatgZU  


RAY
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Ophidiphobic Oh Ohpower

Miss Milai murmurs many times to me
Ssshhhh! Snake slithers surreptitiously
Between benches beside your bicycle
My craziest carelessness: catastrophic cry 
Carrying my carriage, ‘then I cuddle



©2015Leonora Galinta
     All Rights Reserved





Nov. 15, 2015   1.23am
© Len Gasun  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Fun Poem To Write One

skittles got ambushed by slap happy griddles
bending and bowing, flexible in their middles
happy tea dunkers hung upside down from the piddles
consternated, I played six of my craziest fiddles
teacher was astounded; her name is McLiddles
orchestra complete, we thanked the musical griddles.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Picture This

Picture this.
Two bobsleds.
Six reckless daredevil cousins
Each one of them hotheaded and determined.
Two giant dead-man-curve ski hills 
That meet at the bottom two hundred feet down.
Loudest craziest, most fun family video ever taken
Grandma’s shouting can be heard over all of their laughter.

Premium Member Owl Shows Himself

Owl had the largest craziest yellow eyes I have seen.
I know his heart though; he is not unkind or mean.
He stands at attention, with his eyes double delighted
To show himself to tiny birds, who are sympatico frighted.
Why do you do this? I asked owl, do you like scaring them?
I like eating them more, he said. They give me vigor and vim.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Pterodactyl Fling

I saw a Pterodactyl  on the wing.
And thought, “Isn't that the craziest thing?”
It then swooped down upon me,
put its talons upon me.
Asking, “Sailor, are you up for a fling?”

I nodded, yes. What else could I do?
So then up, up and away we flew.
We dove and then soared
until it then got bored
and flung me in a pile of its poo.

1/23/21
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Love Getting Off Work At Three

today we teachers got out at three
I jumped for joy
Because we usually get out at four-thirty-five
When the worst craziest drivers think they are contenders
for the Indianapolis 500
Days I have to hang on to my steering wheel
With stiff fingers
Clenching my teeth
Swearing a stream of mean words
Terrified some idiot driver will catch up with me
car

Premium Member watch out for the Halloween Reaper

The Halloween reaper is the craziest yet
He is the devil’s sidekick, a treasured pet
If he comes to collect you, you have been bad
He came for my uncle, and my step granddad.

What did they do? I wanted to know.
The reaper turned to glare, his eyes were aglow.
I screamed and ran off, terrified of him for sure.
Whatever they did, must have been evil, pure.
Form: Rhyme

Ten Minutes For Escape From Rape

Ten minutes you have for escape
From a scene of the craziest rape,
Where the sex urge of men makes Ape:
Once they start their show mouths agape!

Better you're shipped to a lone cape:
Drinkers of the sweet serve one grape;
Your graceful neck sealed up to nape; 
Pen knife to off Rapist's tool scrape...

Now, five wretched minutes for escape!
Can you one bring off: Clean Escape?
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Everyone Likes Flowers Right

Everybody likes flowers right,
Except children who were violated in bedrooms with flowered wallpaper.
Oh.
 
Everyone loves faeries right?
Except a sensitive young twelve-year-old boy who was called one.
Right.
 
Everyone likes to nap, right?
Have you ever met a two-year old?
 
Everyone is the craziest word ever.
It should be eliminated.
 
Unless you are speaking of air, water, and food.

Premium Member Grandmas Sculpture

Grandma’s face on a paper mache’ dog
What could be better? Nothing she thought.
Her overfed dog looks a bit like a stuffed hog.
We could not believe what the sculpture brought.

Behind grandma’s back we laughed our petootsies off.
In front of her face tears ran, as we tried not to cough.
It was the craziest thing I had ever seen, no contest.
She left it to me, for I was the one who lied the best.
art
Form: Rhyme

The Hunger Continues

cannabis creates crazy cerebral connections

hunger for hallucination 
habit forming high

medical marijuana
motor skills impaired
minor memory lapses,

sweet smoke signals
schizophrenic symptoms
sensory side effects

half-baked hour under the influence, 
tornadoes threaten, walking in the woods, 
drinking from the ditches
painting pictures 

August 7, 2020

Caren Krutsinger's contest:  Craziest Time...   (I picked Under)

Premium Member Up The Wall

Further and further
Such thoughts do crawl,
Slowly, ever driven
Right up the wall

The craziest things
Are they real or fake,
When words are spoken
Or a picture, take

These days, these days
How can one tell,
Who is not on your side
Who is wishing you well

Who is behind there
Or what, if the case,
Be hiding from sight
Of a familiar face

This drives me mad
And this eats me away,
Too many questions 
We must ask today...
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Greatest Mad Hatter of All

I have met the craziest mad hatter of all.
Is he mad? Is he bad? Is he goofy? Is he tall.
He is a shrimp with bad teeth, and he is small.
Does he do weird things? Is he a bell of the crazy bird ball?

This hater is Celtic, mystical, and was born in a caul.
He is a distant cousin of the Biblical characters Saul and Paul.
He sounds normal said the other. Will he be around in the fall?
He is here now, but invisible, said my imaginative cousin, Mal.
Form: Monorhyme

Crazy Time At the Bar Contest

I sat down and ordered a drink
She walked in dressed in pink
As I looked over I gave her a wink

Little did I know I was laying on the floor 
Drunk as a skunk now seeing a monk
Pink elephants I did see

Boy, I sure had to pee
I lifted myself up from the floor
Next thing I knew they were,

Escorting me out the door

Contest: Craziest Time At
Sponsored by: Caren Krustinger
Date Created: 08/18/2020

64 words, I think I had to count them in my head
© Bobby May  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

The Greatest Word

‘Love’
The most famous word
Given to us by God.
The craziest thing
That raises all feelings
The most admired
And appreciated
The most beautiful 
And the most colorful
The voice that tames the widest beast
The hidden treasure of all men
The balm that sooths all pains
The best detergent for stains
Yet the worse inflictor of pain
It brings about joy and gladness
But when it fades it turns all to darkness.
It may leave one heartbroken
But at last it mends your broken pieces.

Fever Dream

I’m sick
I’m writing this in a fever dream
I can see you laying here with me
But it’s you who’s sweaty
You’re so pale and burning up
Your eyes are rolling back behind their warm blankets
You’re probably having the craziest dream
You probably see me laying there
Across from you
Sweating
Squirming
Suffering
I bet that hurts you to see
After all,
You so patiently taught me self care
But then you were gone
Now open your eyes
Look at me
Listen
You look pretty bad
I don’t care

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