Short My Brain Is Fried Poems
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How To Survive In War?
My brain was fried
by your love of the evergreens.
I tried to explain
such sweet bitter sorrow.
And all the time
my teeth were chattering like biscuit-cases,
I wondered if
we would live through tomorrow....
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Categories:
my brain is fried, [faith, happiness, inspirational], [faith, happiness, inspirational], [faith,
Form:
I do not know?
The Pee Place
That dreaded feeling when your computer crashes
The end of the world as we know it, our life flashes
Before our eyes
Our brain is fried
Then ta-da it returns and to the pee place we dasheth...
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Categories:
my brain is fried, computer,
Form:
Limerick
Menopause
My brain is fried like eggs hot flashes
Equally I get cold not so passive
Nothing really I can’t handle nope
Onyx ceiling fan always blows so
Pushing my buttons not as hard
Ambition to play piano discard
Unanimously I feel more free
Simply because I no longer bleed
Everyday I choose to be happy...
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Categories:
my brain is fried, appreciation, inspirational, poetry,
Form:
Acrostic
The World Turns, My Muse Learns
Friday afternoon, the day winds down
My Muse, exhausted, limps around
Her brain, 'most fried, her vitality shot
"I'm out of ink," she moans. "And I'm not---
"Not to worry, my friend," I console her
"Sabbath draws near, so we'll both defer
to the Lord above, Who on this day did rest
to return to work after ~ completely refreshed...
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Categories:
my brain is fried, god, jewish, muse, poetry,
Form:
Couplet
Poetry Vs. the Flu
My head is stuffed, my brain is fried
and still the poems wait inside,
They leak out of my eyes and ears
and laugh at me with grumpy jeers.
I am a wreck, I feel so sick
and still the poems leak and stick.
They glue me to the creaky chair
until I write them in the air
and freeze them down, forever be,
persistent friends, my poetry......
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Categories:
my brain is fried, art, funny, on writing and words, me,
Form:
Couplet
Lsd
Dumb little boy what happened to You?
A father, a mother, we're through.
Brightly coloured feathers, spread and you flew.
Dumb little boy what happened to you?
Crashed!
Queer?
I near.
Sat here, sat here.
We sat, drinking dads warm beer.
Dumb little boy your feathers are gone.
WASTED!
LSD on your toungue.
Obliterated! obliterated!
Wasted! wasted!
Dumb little boy, your brain is fried.
Perfectly twisted.
Now, lets peak inside....
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Categories:
my brain is fried, adventure, confusion, fantasy, food, imagination, introspection, life,
Form:
Lyric
I Rise
What shall I do when I can not hide;
And the sheets that I lay on no longer I abide;
Awaken by the storms screaming thunders cry;
I rise
Where shall I go as I sleep my eyes closed wide;
My memory frozen as my brain is fried;
Awaken now my eyes open shut;
Tell tale stories as I pain as I hurt;
What shall I do now that I in reality;
And who will come to my aid the fatuity;
So much adulterated hatred;
No time to be convicted, for I stand acquitted;
I rise
8/7/18...
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Categories:
my brain is fried, absence, analogy, assonance, confidence, encouraging,
Form:
Light Verse