I woke up today from a long ugly nap that was real
was in a horrible dentist chair, same old ridiculous feel….
whacko of a dentist had taken extra-long potty break
irritating me for I had one sister of a tooth ache
sent for his assistant who was supposed to come in
refused after she saw all the spittle slipping down my chin
floss and gums took hands and jumped out of my notorious mouth
watch out! The persistent blower said; they are heading south!
that horrible spoon thing he pushes into my gums gave a shout.
the dentist is coming! Act normal, return to the mouth!
everything on floor scurried around like a weird ugly mouse.
jumping so high back into my mouth, bringing fuzz, dust and louse.
my ugly mouth was propped open so wide I could not say one word.
I only knew that this whole dentist visit had been so absurd.
one thing I learned during my irritatingly long nap today
when the dentist steps out, my traitorous mouth wants to play
Categories:
whacko, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
I woke up today from a long ugly nap that was real
was in a horrible dentist chair, same old ridiculous feel….
whacko of a dentist had taken extra-long potty break
irritating me for I had one sister of a tooth ache
sent for his assistant who was supposed to come in
refused after she saw all the spittle slipping down my chin
floss and gums took hands and jumped out of my notorious mouth
watch out! The persistent blower said; they are heading south!
that horrible spoon thing he pushes into my gums gave a shout.
the dentist is coming! Act normal, return to the mouth!
everything on floor scurried around like a weird ugly mouse.
jumping so high back into my mouth, bringing fuzz, dust and louse.
my ugly mouth was propped open so wide I could not say one word.
I only knew that this whole dentist visit had been so absurd.
one thing I learned during my irritatingly long nap today
when the dentist steps out, my traitorous mouth wants to play
Categories:
whacko, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Van Gogh worked on his canvas
In his usual manic frenzied state
Which was better than his other depressed dour state
The orderlies were glad, they did not have to go in there.
He was entertaining himself in a terrific way.
He offered the painting to three or four of them.
They rolled their fingers around their ears.
As if they would take anything from this whacko.
None of them realizing they were turning down “Starry Night”
Categories:
whacko, art,
Form: Free verse
I met my life partner 11 years ago
Initially I thought him to be a whacko
The first time I saw him
He was never a part of my whim
I went out with him in the night
Had to garner all my might
First time in my life was with a guy
And was walking in the lane nearby
Exchanged words and broke the ice
And thus met our eyes
As days flew, he grew friendlier
Spending time with him made me cosier
His conversations made my heart feel light
And thus helped me to get over marriage's fright
Brought rays of happiness illuminating like the sun
Would like to thank family and god a ton
He has filled colours in my life
And I am proud to be his wife.
Categories:
whacko, love,
Form: Rhyme
Living as a child growing up
in the countryside walk to school
then got a bicycle to save my feet
daily 3 miles even in winter not cool
I always played my own game
at my back called the homie park
practise my soccer skills so rare
so silly on my own now thinking back
We had hens at our back yard
my job was to collect the eggs
difficult when they laid them all over
then the cockerel attacked at my legs
TV was always fun in the evenings
but one show caused me to fear
'whacko' really gave me nightmares
his cane always dreamed at my rear
Mother always said you don't listen
when I did but just didn't obey
that was not the answer she liked
so then I act deaf so to play!
(I have written this about our "growing up pains" and played childhood games in our growing up period.)
Categories:
whacko, childhood, growing up, memory,
Form: Rhyme
The day my life went haywire
I saw the storm clouds rush
and cluster from nowhere.
The skeleton of the sunny sky
tumbled down instantly devastated
in the debris of despair,
where the wounded gazelle lost its way,
for it could no longer sprint,
where the robin unlearned to fly forever,
for its wings were broken.
In one dark autumn dusk
fate had played a cruel game
with my legs immobilized.
All the miles I had promised me
will now remain unwalked.
And to the twilight horizon
I’ll wheelchair me
through everything dire,
across the topography
of my changed world.
April 9, 2020
Contest : The Day My Life West Whacko
Sponsor : Caren Krutsinger
Categories:
whacko, anxiety, life, sad, sick,
Form: Free verse
The day my life went 'hatter' mad
When carnage of the saddest sad
Rained down hell from high above
One soul of darkness void of love ...
What horrors did my eyes behold?
The limbs of humans shredded cold
Twisted, that soul with hatred rife
Defiling the sacred charge of life ...
O what perversions faith has spun
When babes are target number one
In such a world of grief and doom
Where love and joy find little room ...
Why is innocence thus debased
By fiends who wear a friendly face?
Countless tears that terror draws
For such forsaken, heinous cause ...
How can we hope to e'er defeat
This beast with evil so replete?
How will we quell a monster thus
That laughs and lives and looks ...
Like US?
( This is about the mass shooting that took place in Las Vegas on October 1, 2017, and ALL such terrorism world-wide )
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "The Day My Life Went Whacko" Poetry Contest, Caren Krutsinger, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
whacko, dark, evil, love, society,
Form: Rhyme
The day my life went dead
As my tears flowed for my husband
A bond from the heavens on the flight of a dove
Unconditional love
Perceived and felt first in my heart
~
Sickness
~
Has taken away
With the release of a dove
To be in paradise with his dad, brother and dear friend
No longer does he suffer
He is sheltered in perfection from all illness, pain, and sorrow
~
I grief
~
Drowning in tears
I wasn’t ready for him to leave
~
I miss
~
Looking at the man that was my soulmate
His whispers and his eyes of love when he’d say I love you
~
Though
~
I smile to know
He still lives on in my heart
His life has not ended
~
But
~
Started a new life in paradise
I just would like to say I love you one more time
4/7/2020
Poetry Contest: The Day My Life Went Whacko ~ 151 Words ~
Sponsored By: Caren Krutsinger
Categories:
whacko, bereavement, love,
Form: Free verse
The day my life went all topsy turvy,
Was day I had an affair with a beauty,
Ah, Blue eyes are a weakness of mine,
And Christmas party was full of wine!
That day started like any other day,
work and home, nothing else to say,
showered and dressed in party mood,
Looking for an evening like any dude!
I must have seen her or she saw me,
eyes found each other in office party,
She floated her body at disco pace,
Her blue blue eyes, fixed on my face!
She was young and I guessed thirty,
I acted decent yet was for her thirsty,
Wine and music both lead us astray,
Together in bed, than another day!
At breakfast table the next morning,
Exhausting night and still yawning,
Found her Spanish, her name Isabella
unhappily wed to an old fella!
Something more I learnt of the lass
She was married to my tyrant boss!
The day my live went topsy turvy,
Was the day I went to the office party!
The day my life went whacko!
Caren K contest
Written 29/03/2020
Categories:
whacko, beautiful, betrayal, blue, crush,
Form: Rhyme
The day my life changed in one moment
just one cursed moment, time betrayed
An injury they said would now never heal
a quadriplegic ,waist down you're dead.
vibrant colors blurred into onyx darkness
crippled and chained , I lay, caged in bed
in a dark ocean of helpless emptiness
sinks a heavy sack, but floats suffocated
squirmy eyes lift a burden , is it pity I see?
my warped desires , waiting to get rusted.
In sky of mind, fantasy of broken wings
adieu O snowfields, where once I danced.
adamant heart behind a ribcage pounds,
gazing windows with glossy barren eyes.
numbed screams fade in garbled speech,
in my soundproof tavern, no will to live
but tears attenuated , I slowly prepare
Bon Voyage, attuned to my wheelchair.
29th March 2020
Sponsor Caren Krutsinger
Contest Name The Day My Life Went Whacko
Categories:
whacko, depression, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
The day my life went so crazy
Was when I laid eyes on Daisy
She was an old sow
Who mooed like a cow
And drove all farmhands crazy
We tried to put her in a field
But sadly that pig wouldn’t yield
She’d sit down in her sty
And she wouldn’t comply
Her stubbornness would be revealed
I said Daisy you will come a cropper
The farmer will get you with a chopper
Daisy sat and chewed grass
And got mud on her a s s
Soon Daisy became quite a whopper
Old farmer Bill sharpened his knife
And showed the honed blade to his wife
He said it is time now
I must kill a fat sow
His poor wife just ran for her life!
The farmer went out to the shed
When Daisy saw him how just fled
She hid behind a bull
To escape a quick cull
I’m relieved there was no bloodshed!
N/A in The Day My Life Went Whacko Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
03/28/30
Categories:
whacko, animal, humorous,
Form: Limerick
He couldn’t fit his shopping cart
And suitcase through the door
And screamed at the conductor
(Quite a challenge to ignore).
Once seated, he spread out and then
Removed his socks and shoes.
Assessing just how nuts he was,
This added to the clues.
I glanced his way and sorrily,
I somehow caught his eye.
He then began describing
That the air was awful. Why?
The radiation on the train
Was there to make us sick,
But only some could feel it –
Those intelligent and slick.
I transferred cars while he still raved
And finished out my ride
In uneventful fashion
‘Til the trip home did provide
Another whacko, eating fries
And blaring on her phone
A news report in which
A screeching baby had been shown.
Incessantly, that baby wailed;
She played it on a loop.
I hoped that some brave soul
Would to the rescue somehow swoop.
But no – I had to listen
For we urbanites pretend
That it’s normal on the subway
For the crazies to offend.
Categories:
whacko, new york,
Form: Rhyme
The John Player Special comin’ down the line,
I cough and I retch like a veteran miner;
a nicotine fix clawin’ into my spine,
my lungs turnin’ black like a napalmed vagina.
A Number Six filter tipped dream of redemption,
eyes that are waterin’, red and inflamed;
tongue like a fish from a twilight dimension,
a heart so surreal that it oughta be framed.
Benson and Hedges, Rothman’s and Dunhill,
Marlboro, Capstan, Black Cat and Pall Mall;
emphesemic, sclerotic and terminally ill,
wondrous coffin nails I love you all.
I need my nicotine, tar-filled tobacco,
forty a day at the absolute least;
without the fags I’d go totally whacko,
I’ll just keep on smokin’ until I’m deceased:
which may not be too long thanks to you evil, capitalistic,
megacorporate, drug-pushing, death-dealing sons of...
Categories:
whacko, death, life, social, i
Form: Verse