Listening to you
oh what a to-do
it looks like
you've come unglued
or going bananas
your psyche's addled the mind muddled
brain's fogged boggled or befuddled
is something missing
a marble or two
perhaps a loose screw
maybe more than a few
and making a run
or bolt for it
will never do
it's not too late
to join the inmates
for as well you know
you will still be there
wherever you go
Every now and then
I wonder about you
If you're still feeling blue
And maybe need a friend?
I can't seem to send
A 'hi' or 'how are you'
Unsure how to continue
From our bitter end.
I can't just pretend
There isn't a grey hue
Lurking between us two
That time does deepen.
I know I messed up then
But can't I start anew?
After all we've been through
Let me try and amend.
You may think I'm a fiend
Who is fine without you
But ever since we unglued,
There remains in me, a dent.
I'm not trying to defend
My actions towards you
But admit I'm a coward who
Misses her best friend
And can't say it but only pen.
my disembodied i floats above
ego… id… superego
constructs psychological
cum gravitas, or so they are told
straining, clawing
the drumbeat frantic
as mine is subdued,
tenterhooks unglued...
the universal chord
syncing
my pulse purring
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September 23, 2024
Cessation Poetry Contest
Unseeking Seeker
You’ll
make me?
I already need
that damn sucker punch,
unglued.
Standing in the doorway, somewhat dishabille,
the neighbor's cat had staked out my grill.
The night before we'd barbecued
some fish and fries and other food.
And now the smells lingering still,
perked up that puss like a pep pill.
At first, I heard disquietude
stalking my deck with attitude.
And in her eyes, a look to kill;
I gave her space with no ill-will.
Out of that grill flew mouse and brood.
What happened next? Cat came unglued.
February 12, 2021
They have lived
in a succession of apartments
through the years,
one bigger than the last.
And the bigger their home,
the more cramped it feels.
She's nostalgic for the first apartment.
Tiny it was, but big
for two people
who were glued together
all the time anyway.
Strange how weather can affect our moods
From foulness to upbeatness, you walk out in the nude
Perhaps a bit extreme
Well you know what I mean
Affects people differently, you may appear unglued
Would Become Unglued
Trump had been found nude
With body that was tattooed
When in coffin reviewed.
(His wife became unglued.)
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Just thought that I would throw
in last line for good measure
Become Unglued
It is probably possible and presumably
What you found was best part of me
And many things people may often need
Like great poems of mine for them to read.
In back is part which they call cortical
Which will become old and quite historical
And with proper people should consult
You should stand up straight for best result.
Old age is such a deleterious dilemma
When enlarged may require a magnificent enema
And why is it when old people become unglued
They end up finding themselves in a family feud.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
The mind holds many memories
Which cling to it like glue,
A storehouse of forgotten facts
You hardly knew you knew.
But as we age, the files get filled
And when we try to store
New knowledge or experience,
There isn’t room for more.
And that explains why I just read
A novel I’d once finished,
A little hint to let me know
My brain cells have diminished.
For just like old adhesive
Will no longer do the trick,
There comes a point within your brain
When nothing new will stick.
From a painter to a poet
now I'm inside a drug store
looking for a cure
for a mind gone quite obscure
If you look at me
dont frown dont laugh
dont look too deep and see the pain
I dont fit in here
at least, not too well
so have a heart and smile
But dont take me wrong
if I stand and stare
Im just observing
delighting in how you appear
appear to be fitting in
to the jigsaw of life
My mind does like to trap me
and snare me into strife
so I will think long and hard
way after the day has been
So take some time
to know we are not the same
Forgive my ways
if they seem strange to you
my life often comes unglued