Short Hyperactive Poems
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meandering thoughts
a hyperactive net prowls
after the spanner
woven holy cloth
a hyperactive dog prowls
barking in the night
5/23/19
There was once a grand dame named Sara
maledicted with hyperactive sclera,
but the even heels of fine-treading rain,
laurel leaf tea & lavender from Spain
would cease her state of Chiroptera.
EVENT PLANNER:
Party
Smarty
AWARDS BANQUET:
Winner
Dinner
STUCK-UP SUPERMODEL:
Snotty
Hotty
CHEERFUL DAD:
Happy
Pappy
TODDLER WITH A SNACK:
Munchin'
Munchkin
HYPERACTIVE CHIMP:
Spunky
Monkey
A SWEET TREAT:
Tummy
Yummy
1/21/2013
Puppy - A Tanka Poem--
I love my puppy
He's glorious and special.
He has a kind bark
And hyperactive cuddles
He his way to show his love quite a lot
3/17/19 written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
Frasier Crane
had a hyperactive brain
loved all things suave and debonair
but not a fan of his dad's armchair
Martin Crane
got by with his dog and cane
was a beer and burger scholar
who knew the value of a dollar
10/06/21
from the sitcom 'Fraiser'
.
Pup
strowing
all her toys
ADHD
Dog
Dog
needed
OCD
to clean up toys
Pup
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"About This Poem"
How varied in color they are
One after another, a palette
Under house cat code
Some will stay true to their species others get spoiled
Everyone has their own individuality.
Cats never slow down
Are hyperactive comets, ricocheting
Throughout a house
Settling down is forgotten completely.
Hyperactive child
Furthest from mild
Behaviors often wild
Not meant to be exiled
Comedian keeps me beguiled
Little charmer as he smiled
Attention span not often locked in and dialed
Fiery spirit not meant to be filed
Hearts energy is fully compiled
With oodles of love for my sweet and sour wild child
Hyperactive and slow as a kid,
then labelled stupid with wit,
a confused academic but athletic,
whom then abused drugs and drunk
and spent many years being high on skunk,
but then the social circle shrunk,
as the depression infringed,
push to the fringe of suicide,
but I'm still standing, still alive.
An argumentative person,
She spins nuanced thoughts for hours,
With an underappreciated approach,
Her resentful nature keeps her afar.
Agitation becomes her greatest foe,
Disrupting cycles, not just her own.
A hyperactive mind racing without pause,
Aloof and distant, fearing the spotlight on her flaws.
Little Bit waddles and limps downstairs at the sound of my voice. Barks at the hyperactive English Springer with all the fervor of Boris, the Russian Wolfhound, of Disney’s Lady and the Tramp fame.
the scruffy old stud
with four legs close to the ground -
wisdom’s on his side
It is sweet and available but deadly,
I cannot do without taking it all the time,
even if the effects on my health are costly,
getting hyperactive is not a crime,
backache and fatigue are my normal visitors,
stomach pain and extreme pile are auditors,
much sugar,diabetes is near!
Contest:"50 words"sponsored by Chaz Cheesman
From the ancestors
Generations to generations
Lives carry on like new sprouts
And flourishing like a jungle
Newborns are our hope
Nowadays newborns are totally different
Imbedded in an aircond surrounding
With love and care
A lot of toys
A lot of playmates
Hyperactive, alert and wise
Will carry on the family tree
And our mission
A mission of love of course
chatty squirrel chitter
squawking frolicking standing
on his hind legs sits
~
While in its paws he
handles something he dug out
underground left in
~
autumn blend grasses
squirrel sitting eating hazel-
nuts that he's dug up
written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Number one James Edward Lee Sr poem for the week of March 26th through March 31 2022
Let fingers whisper passion in clashes,
Stroke fire and heat to enrage the flashes,
Each seductive contact with the caches,
As I torture your skin with tongue lashes.
Hyperactive silhouette's of contenders,
Loving probes matching their surrenders,
Wiggling members entertained by plunders,
Feverish minds management blunders?
Secret desires in rhymed wet modes,
Covets thirsty pleasure dripping lodes:
Pillows of cacao,
webs of spun sugar hold you;
Chocolate cocoon,
it soothes your lips with a sweet;
Your sigh tightens with each taste;
After hours boost,
that pick me up melts the wounds
dragging through your mind;
The past remains behind you
thanks to a euphoric fix;
With a hyperactive smile
so high on those endorphins
you’re buzzing, humming;
Seduced with a single drop
of the chocolaterie.
Diode or anode
Are they enough to remove negative thinking?
Transistor or adviser
Which is best to help one off sinking?
Banister to guide
Yet the hyperactive will still jump it over
Canister to hide
Though expiratory date will not hangover
Resistor or an adjuster
The behavioural disorder are hardly bewitched in rehabilitation
Capacitor or curator
The world remains to all a pleasant habitation
under covers
i reach out
to find you
in the middle
of the night
so many times
i jolt and freeze
careful not to pull back
not wanting to alarm you
your body so feverish
i picture the cancer
bubbling under your skin
in hyperactive mode
hoping my hands
will soothe you
and extract the poison
that has a hold of you
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~CAN'T IMAGINE~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
The raven is too hyperactive at my window pane.
Hear how noisy its wings are; was napping, now knocking knees.
Was about to turn over, with restrictions of the homebound,
As the shadows fly off tight walls, this cot, my face.
I am bothered; I am covered in ebonic feathers.
My eyes tick-tock, they’re grave, and my blue hands they are warmed by ice;
And the cuckoo visits ev’ry half hour as my flesh morphs pale green.
My love the fragrant, fierce flavour of your, honest heart;
Darling finer, full flavour of your human, huge heart;
salty fair, full flavour of your hyperactive, high heart;
the lovely, famous flavour of your hungry, holy heart;
the flavour of your fondness
never lost
the flavour of your heart
6/26/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
Written for project North Omaha Writer’s Group assignment 2019©
Look closely you will see my gears grinding,
they race like a bullet down the highway;
Ping pong against the walls inside my head,
my hyperactive mind’s always running;
It won’t slow down even on a good day,
the story behind my eyes is pure dread;
I never see that point of no return
flying past a sign that says ‘Stay Away’.
Push forward when I should let go instead,
hanging on too long I know I will burn
that thread.
Sitting next to insanity,
Shivers run the length of my
spine
Nothing will be remembered...
And sound is forever strange.
Hyperactive disorder,
Just one more day might do
But still walking in place,
My eyes shine forever with fear
I lay my head down,
A stomach full of aching hurt
Rest here and try to think
The horrors of yesterday
return.
A darkest, deepest hole,
One which sits on my body
Is for one day filled up
With sacrifice for fleeting joy.
Travelling in your dreams or dreaming in your travels
You want to be seen or you want to be hidden
Selfies are better or nature is bigger
You love the sky or you hate the land
Like a lazy night or a hyperactive bang
Partying hard or driving through the dark
Silent hood or a dog that barks
Love yourself or the playboys
Getting married or become a loner
Eating to live or living to eat?
Using your hands or thighs that spreads
Whatever it is, doesn't make any sense
Stop standing still
Humanity just what do you fear..
'Humanity just keeps running'
Hyper, humid humanity just keeps running
Horrible, hideous humanity just keeps running
Holy, helpful humanity just keeps running
Hyperactive, heavy humanity just keeps running
Healthy, horrid humanity just keeps running
Happy, hurtful humanity just keeps running
Honest, hot humanity just keeps running
'Humanity just keeps running'