Short Go Berserk Poems
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Jeanice and I helping each other
But sometimes it is like "Oh brother!"
Work and work and work and work
Pray to God I don't go berserk!
My friend Bert the Twerp was a real jerk
Small things at work would make him go berserk
Told his boss off
At the water trough
For not allowing Bert to wear a pretty skirt
Charles, Charles; big and black
Enough to at least scarf one big-mac!
All he seems to do is work
Would make me go berserk!
Another year older; another year wiser
At least he isn't like a miser!
Form:
Old Bert the Twerp was a real jerk
Things at work would make him go berserk
Told his boss off
At the water trough
For not allowing Bert to wear a pretty skirt
© Jack Ellison 2015
Work,
A jerk,
Born to irk,
We cannot shirk,
Manager or clerk,
He makes us go berserk,
In every corner he'll lurk,
Well then, what's his positive perk?
Payday brings on our faces - a SMIRK.
11.07.19
September is here
With skies bright and clear.
Summer birds will be southbound.
Cooler breezes near.
School football we cheer.
The young quarterback is downed.
Parents go berserk,
Call player a jerk
For manhandling their loved son.
The ref's not a shirk,
Is good at his work,
Says no infraction was done.
Coyote, wolf or fox?
I stare at the gorgeous animal.
He may be wild, but he is exquisitely made.
Low to the ground, red fur, dark tail.
My dogs go berserk when they notice the creature.
Barking and charging at the glass separating them.
I let the wild one have a head start.
Then I release my dogs, confident they cannot catch him.
The long days of work
Can make you go berserk
Oftentimes I wonder
Am I going down under
To make sense of it all
I feel like a ping pong ball
Being bounced here and there
No escaping the big brown bear
Where do I go?
How do I grow?
What do I know?
Only pain, suffering and sorrow
I run to you my love
For a better tomorrow
The sludge overtakes the sane
euphoria.A barefoot caravan
of cloud becomes edgy.
The hills have gone green.
The cascading falls
tend to mount on the scattered stones.
Suddenly I go berserk and start
hitting the stars moon by moon,
when night had betrayed the lover.
The collected grief of the lyrics
will answer for the blood
which hunger spread on the lips.
Satish Verma
Form:
Somewhere lost the children are
One left looking for a car
Another one ran far away
Looking for a decent stay
the little ones have a plan their devising
While chasing after a sun that's rising
A moment or two
And a glimpse from you
Then their wardens go berserk
Wondering why they will not work
Within a memory the children shall find
A different world that's still entwined
What right have they I wonder still
To trudge along that lonely hill