"kooky" poems
the glockenspiel of our daily raid of sewers in heaven
and our Jovian dwarves appalling the rapturous capacity of forever and ever.
the kooky jingle of our serpents, darning socks for the antichrist
and our elaborate rats. the simple maze of our condition
in the hell were at. the creaking gate to a twilight
and a lost chapter
marooned on an
island
of undead Librarians.
starving for brains
tardy with the
Harold
Robins
knife in red breast.
Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 4:37 PM UTC
kooky, kooky llamas and duckies
frank ocean and kanye westy
in your car, rain pouring on our gucci
escape into your house, but feeling weird
like we're gonna do something
wrings the self and our hair of water
like our mangled garments
you play destiny 2 and i read poetry
not one hundred emoji on that chief
what we're supposed to be or do today
on our day off, write about nothing
and realize that's how it's supposed to be
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 7:01 AM UTC
She's real smoochy
She's my hoochie *******
She's my sweet little Koala Bear.
She's so cute
And she's a total hoot
Keeps me smiling throughout the day.
Nice and cuddly
She's bubbly wubbly
Soothes all my troubles away.
She's kinda kooky
She's my nooky wooky
My little Koo Koo Koala Bear.
She climbs my tree
And she talks to me
Ever so softly.
She holds me tight
Through the darkest night
Quietens me when I'm afraid.
Don't you ever leave me, will ya
My lovely little sweet
My sweet little lovely, Koala Bear.
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 9:37 AM UTC
Gonna take my dial from five-fifty
to a hundred and eight miles an hour
The radio surfer
radio radio
radio surfer
radio radio
radio surfer
radio radio
radio surfer
radio radio
radio surfer
radio radio
radio surfer
radio radio
Gonna move my dial on the radio
Surf it
See what pleasures I can find
Surf it
Look for something on the radio
Surf it
It's always changing all the time
A middle-aged man with a radio
Can feel like a kid sometimes
Bringing back memories of when I was a kid
Staying up late to get more stations
I could listen to baseball from Missouri
Or alien stories from K L Kooky
It made me feel "what a great nation"
An idea improved by innovation
I can move my dial anywhere I want
Go up or down for a different spot
Maybe tune in to a song or two
And then sports or news, or baby you choose
Or a Spanish station that rocks the nation
With the craziest sounds that cause vibrations
Could be variety or a southern country jamboree
AM or FM, to me it's all heaven
Just to be surfin' the stations I'm searchin'
Cruising for blues or a song that is new
Maybe I'll search for religion or something
Or talk to a sports nut who's a news ******
I can go classic or talk of the town
Listen to jazz or the new rap in town
All kinds of rock, RB, rhythm and blues
Maybe the standards, pop, just what is new
Anytime, anywhere, anyway too
That's what I like about radio, you
Radio surfer
surfer surfer
Radio surfer
surfer surfer
Radio surfer
surfer surfer
Radio surfer
surfer surfer
Radio surfer
surfer surfer
Radio surfer now!
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 12:28 PM UTC
how i forget to cherish
these little moments
of our togetherness;
making an early meal
of sauteed vegetables
and eggs, "froached"
like i used to call them
when i was your little
chef and would bring
you breakfast on
special occasions,
and sometimes on
sundays, just because
it was sunday and dad
didn't have to leave
for work long before
the crack of dawn
even set its alarm.
we'd all sit in bed
together, squished
into sharing a cozy
comfort, sandwiched
between you two
and my old buddy
gladly the bear who
still sits on your bed
upstairs in his pink-
and-green striped
shirt.
but then i guess
somewhere along
the way i grew up;
the move happened--
i didn't visit gladly
anymore, or you
for that matter.
today you asked
me to get the big
jar -- the carnation
(top)
jar, from the
shelf of the kitchen
cabinet while i
explained my
oddly convoluted
thought process,
and we talked
about how my
granddad danced
you down the aisle
to django on a whim
of a kooky family friend,
and how i finally
realized how little
i actually know of you--
but that's normal.
i might be growing
up now, and i
might not visit
that little bear
anymore, but
what i never
really told you,
or anyone,
is that i have
my own now,
a blue one who
used to be called
blueberry, renamed
as joseph stalin,
because i'm a
big boy now,
and my sense
of humor dried
out long ago.
i may not be
your little chef
anymore, but
i can still make
you breakfast,
and bring it
to your bed on
sundays, and
sit with gladly,
and quietly chat
until late morning
like we used to
(never) do.
Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 6:01 PM UTC
i feel the blue
of the grass
the orange
of the skies
love
it's all gray
like a glue
and it ties
my brain
made with rusty brass
hugs with a lie
on the floor they lie
beside
they're in the same tray
poor mama saw that
then she sighed and cried
night
and day
magical play
darkness of the green
painful it has been
i have no'n to pay
to pass trough the gate
and there'll always be
so grief miseries
or paths of thorns
with bloomed claries
horns
white manes
wings of unicorns
teardrop rains
ocean's pink
the reaper winks
soul is borne
by crimson veins
gold berry teas
in the final peace
we'll be all gone
without worn bones
but the words of saints
say stick and stones
and teardrop rains
the kooky clock warns
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 12:35 PM UTC
Kooky
Young
Lazy
Imaginative
Earthborn
Likeable
Open minded
Tempered
Hopeful
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 7:45 PM UTC
All the things you do to me
You give me all your hurt
You fool around in front of me
Heartache I don't deserve
Was it something that I said?
Do you need to be restrained?
If it would help I'd tie you up
But, it would not improve a thing
A psychiatric ward would work
But, also rot your brain
I can't return all of your hurt
No one could handle this much pain
You're kooky with your nonsense
That drives me most insane
Yet, every time I see your face
I fall in love again
And I can't come down
I know I need it
But the Ritalin A won't do no no
The Ritalin A won't do
You gave me girlfriend and I thank you
Let me tell you she was pretty good to me
I want to tell you all this loving cost me something
But, really, was love ever free?
Oh, don't believe those ***** hippies
Not one word, because like you, they lied to me
But, I'm not judging, just a nudge then we're together
And let everything just be
Let everything just be
And I can't come down
I know I need it
But the Ritalin A won't do
No, the Ritalin A won't do
We'd make a million dollars on your actions
If you got paid what you're worth
And all your stinking playpen games please tell me
Are you through with me?
Are you through with me?
Because I'm still way too high on loving you
And I can't come down
I know I need it
But. the Ritalin A won't do no no no no
The Ritalin A won't do
So get your body over here
Because I can't come down
No, I can't come down
From a loving you
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 3:11 PM UTC
That time,
When the morning shook me awake with a new set of senses
Every pore opened leaving my old body obsolete and breathless
It was a great day, filled with glory and dried sweat
The sky would tell me tales of gore and criminal's scores
The trees sung of warriors that could handle any pest that crept
Sun and Moon would prance, ignorant of envious bores
It was a great day, rattled with sounds and prattles
Even gravel, had its mysteries of wondrous wandering
Waters simply grew a face, to smile of silent pondering
Grouchy and coarse the soils were, always whining of past battles
It was a great day, whistling secrets and flaunting immortality
At least that was how the wind would laugh, free and kooky
Fires did more whistling, between their cackles and endless dances
Then science was rinsed off the creatures to show the paths in their glances
Who was I to judge?
Woes of consuming spectra
Under despot rhyme
Then night had fell +
My eyes would dwell /
My hearts next swell =
Still a space to figure,
A time to measure:
The center of levers::
A fate for lovers:
A void...to test
Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 12:25 AM UTC
that fog horn blows,
worries my mind, lord knows, we don’t need,
more obstacles in this tired world, so the horn
trying, to be blowing fog away, without success
the sound’s remainder air-lingers like foam bubbles
ridden down to coffee cup bottom, resisting, protesting,
refusing to expire, useless/nonetheless, says no dying
sole boat outlined, bout mile out, must be anchored, it’s
unmoved by fog danger or noise, fishing is my informed
best guess, but fish ain’t stoopid, swimming another way
the fog horn wakes the woman who looks askance
cause there is neither coffee or a newly christened
poem upon her nightstand, an explanation is sought
“stand by me,” I sing, “be unafraid my darling, stand now,
stand by me,” poet said “been guarding our bed, this long
foggy night, agin interlopers, bad dreams and sea troubles”
shied ‘em away, knowing that when a man loves a woman,
she can lean on him, cause he’s load bearing, her safety is
always first, poem second, coffee coming, with sun rising
she bemused, funny you’re, kooky like the poems you’ve up-
written all night, up all life long, all stored up in my nightstand,
you’re sweet, like Tennessee whiskey, ignore my scowling my own
poet-mr. coffeeman-sea guardian, you’re alright with me*
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 9:50 AM UTC
I have busted my **** sliding down rainbows
And fell through many pink clouds on my ear.
I always whistle as I pass by graveyards
Threw hundreds in wishing wells, over the years.
I defaulted my rent on castles in the air.
I carefully avoided stepping on any cracks.
I walk endless miles not to walk under ladders.
I carefully avoid walking near any cat if it is black.
I totally buy that I am superstitious
And I wear that distinction like a hair shirt.
But I see problem in not taking chances;
It may not work, but it couldn’t hurt.
I’ve cramps in my fingers from them being crossed.
I would never break any kind of mirror, of course .
And I still have salt sprinkled on my shoulders.
Wishing on many stars, I have made myself hoarse.
I always look away when a funeral goes by.
I spit in my palm when I hear something spooky.
I drop coins into the bowls of all beggars
Even though most of my friends think me kooky.
It’s not like I go broke on soothsayers
And buy all the amulets I see on TV.
But It makes little sense to take a moment
To avoid the omens anyone can see.
Yes I buy copper bracelets to save me
From arthritis or rheumatism of my knee.
I never wear clothing the color of blood,
That only makes common sense to me.
Some think I’m a few boards short of a fence
Be that as it may, and all well and good
My guess is you all have looked around
To find something so you could knock on wood.
I totally buy that I am superstitious
And I wear that distinction like a hair shirt.
But I see problem in not taking chances;
It may not work, but it couldn’t hurt.
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 10:11 PM UTC
writing life on the upbeat
no mean feat
when riding pell mell
down to bowels of hell
on a harley fatboy
bought as look at me ploy
with a kooky sidecar
of sarcastic sidebar
talking of friends
my god are
we are all just lemmings
to mediocracy in the end
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 8:02 AM UTC
“Hello”
“Hello, and you are?”
“I am here, you can tell that by the fact that you can’t see anything behind me”
“Looks like we’re both just occupying space”
“Always”
“Why do you wear that suit? When I see men in suits all I see is a collection of different proportioned black and white shapes and I imagine they want to wear masks”
“Most people like to show off even how ordinary they are, of course when the suit comes off we all like to be kooky and different, but who isn’t these days”
“You sound like an office man”
“You seem like a Rachel”
“No”
“The red ring of lipstick round your glass and the way your shoe points nuzzle each other makes me picture that name”
“I don’t look like my name, like a celebrity or a country or something”
“Can I have your name?”
“Only for a second”
“I wanted something which was yours, even if for just a second”
“You didn’t ask to see my face and that is much more personal to me than a name which I imagine I share with many other people”
“Probably the same as your earrings”
“What’s your name?”
“I took it off for this evening, it didn’t go well with my suit.”
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 1:18 AM UTC
My life, my rules,
I may be cool,
I am not a fool.
They say I am funny,
And as sweet as honey.
I may be a kooky,
But, I am not definitely cocky.
I am impressed by humility,generosity and kindness,
I stay clear of other people's bitterness or smallness.
I believe in me,
I never blab about,
My income,
My love life,
What I will do next.
If I am successful,
I am also grateful,
And I am strong enough to let go,
But wise enough to heal and grow,
I lead my life my way.
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 12:40 PM UTC
She's mine amare
I'll say it loud
Screaming bleeding
I'll rip out mine hair
Put mine soul on a plate
Blood in a glass
These eyes I shalt pull
And enlarge them on stakes!!!
I'll plunge into darkness
To find her queen ways
Kooky I am for her
An insanity ive become
I'll give her mine lips for plurals
I'll cut out mine tongue
To give her five minutes of happiness
Wherein we shalt be one
I'm wacky
Im lunatic
I'm batty
Im nutty
I'm chatty
When it comes
To showing off
Mine one and only
Amare!
For tis I loveth her so,
For others I dont care!!!
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC
Bouncing bubbly kooky
A bat was my teacher
Her hair all shades of fiery red
The most distinguishable feature
She would cling to Mr Russell
And giggle like a kid
He could only sit, uncomfortable
Every time she did
One day she came to class
With a cross look on her face
And cursed and muttered to herself
About the human race
We all just sat and stared
At our teacher in disgrace
While she crawled under the desk
Despite our love for her,
Mrs Christian is a shocking case
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 8:02 PM UTC
I walk to school with my best friend
Surprise, surprise, she's late again
She's got a club she wants me in
Don't think I've ever raised a pen
I'll consider it, sure
No fan of literature
Books with less pictures than words
Leave me a little bit bored
But hey, they promised cupcakes
So it's a chance that I'll take
Four gorgeous girls await me
Okay, I think that I'll stay
Sayori's aloof and kooky
Natsuki's sweet and cutesy
Yuri is deep and brooding
Monika's brains and beauty
There's a festival needs planning
Swear I won't leave them hanging
So many clubs to rival us
I guess it's just the five of us
Just the five of us
We can make it if we try
But each day that passes by
Is tearing pages from my mind
Just the five of us
No escaping if I tried
Though these maidens might seem kind
There's something going on behind
They looked so sad and lonely
I sold my soul for poetry
This hell is members only
Why did I say Okie-Doki?
I walk to school alone again
I'm not a guy with many friends
I've got no club, I've time to spend
So I read manga and stay in
I run into Monika
Says that I should just join hers
Sounds like a club for books with words
But they need some more members
I say okay
I'll come along for just one day
But just you try and get away
When 3 gorgeous girls beg you to stay
Sa- Y oRi'S a LoOf AnD k-Oo Ky
Natsuki's a brutish cutesy
Yuri is too in to me
Monika's brains and beauty
It's almost festival time
Could say we're cutting it fine
The task may seem laborious
I wOnDeR wHeRe SaYoRi Is?
I guess it's just the four of us
Just the four of us
We can make it if we try
But each day that passes by
Is tearing pages from my mind
Just the four of us
No escaping if I tried
Though these maidens might seem kind
There's something going on behind
They looked so sad and lonely
I sold my soul for poetry
This hell is members only
Why did I say Okie-Doki
Well I'm back at school again
Monika's my only friend
Monika's my everything
My beginning and my end
Wait a second... weren't there other girls-
NO.
MoNiKa'S aloof and kooky
MoNiKa'S sweet and cutesy
MoNiKa'S is deep and brooding
MoNiKa'S brains and beauty
MoNiKa sees right through me
MoNiKa'S all that you need
MoNiKa'S all that you need
MoNiKa'S aLl tHaT yOu NeEd
I'm not an ugly guy
But I can't understand why
She'd be so utterly in love she'd leave her club mates to die
Monika's obsession is ominous to be honest
Omnipotent Goddess concocting demonic sonnets
I could delete her but I never could harm Monika
So I'm trapped here forever.
Where's my harmonica?
Never thought I'd get a girl
Literally out of this world
Guess she controls the universe
Looks like it's just the two of us
Just the two of us
In this classroom in the sky
Crimes of passion are just fine
When enacted on AI
Just the two of us
Quite a drastic pick up line
Leaving characters to die
Just to guarantee you're mine
She seemed so sad and lonely
Don't think there's any hope for me
This hell is members only
Why did I say Okie Dokie?
Why did I say Okie Dokie?
Why did I say Okie Dokie?
Why did I say Okie Dokie?
Why did I say Okie Dokie?
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 11:24 AM UTC
I feel funky,
I feel kooky,
I’ve been bold;
Making music with a rubber band.
It’s been spooky,
And at times a little kooky.
I’ve been bold;
Making music with a rubber band.
Sometimes boys will ask to play !
Sometimes girls will play away !
Funky !
Kooky !
Music with a rubber band!
Spooky !
Kooky !
Music with a rubber band!
I’ve been bold;
Making music with a rubber band !
Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 9:34 AM UTC
My Mother-In-Law lives with me,
and boy does she need some help;
She doesn't brush her hair anymore,
she's given up on herself.
~
Her outlook is mostly negative,
for she sees no good at all;
I which she was a Horse,
so I could put her in a Stall.
~
I cringe whenever she wants to cook,
for a Pancake she can't even flip;
I'd love to take her for a ride,
and push her off of a cliff.
~
She's become a bit, "Man Crazy,"
she'd take anyone who can breath;
So I took her to a Nursing Home,
she replied, "Too old for me."
~
I began to feel quite sorry for her,
so a "Blind Date" I one day arranged;
He brought her home, 'fore ten p.m.,
and said "She was much too strange."
~
Her bleach-blonde wig kept slipping,
and her teeth, they wouldn't stay in;
I believe she doesn't stand a chance,
of finding a date, e'er again.
~
She has no taste in men,
so I never allow her to date;
I keep her hidden inside all day,
'less Bigfoot wants to mate.
~
It seems I'm truly stuck with her,
so I'll take the good with the bad;
For she has a never-ending love,
that I am so blessed to have.
Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 2:46 PM UTC
I roved on a breeze,
Searching for the sounds that snare,
Ah! I’ve reached the seas!
Music of the beach:
In clement climes calypso
Sounds riot, mad, hot.
The kooky notes bounce,
Calling limbs to undulate,
Putting spark in them.
It's celebration,
Worship of life, love, laughter,
Expressed in bold style.
Limbs swing loose, the dance
in zest protests the squat, staid sky,
as bleak as a dirge.
Another music:
Waves crush, crashing over me,
Sounds like maracas.
Churning itself the
Sea has enigmatic sounds
Off the spectrum of
Perception. Our ears,
Too blunted by the loud world,
Hears sea’s beauty not.
Ocean's nocturne lost,
Sea-creature symphonies that
Elude our dulled ears.
Too fine tuned for ads,
telly, society's safe sounds
which cut, sever us
from the raw, primal
sounds of the earth, the sounds which
hide in shells, caves, seas.
Man's sound is sullied
In nature's eyes, we are just
White noise, meaning nil.
Roving home I stop,
Thinking of ways to listen
to her speak her soul.
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 8:43 AM UTC
My own mother hurt me with words today
She asked me why I have no friends
I told her
The people I thought were my friends lie to my face
Talk behind my back
And invite everyone except me to hang out.
My mom said
"You've given me the same reasons since you were 3
I'm starting to think it's not everyone else
It's you
You're un-friendable."
It's a made up word that cuts real wounds
She said if I weren't so different and kooky
And didn't make people feel awkward
Then maybe I'd learn to be like them.
Well if being myself means
I can't be shown the same respect as everyone else
Why would I want to have friends anyway
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 6:12 AM UTC
Quiet nights
Whispered days
Outlandish sights
Peculiar maze
Tazed in by sun and the moon
Spooky goblins
Ghoulish freaks
Roam and prowl
The steadied caves
Kooky beings
All misbehave
Tranced by idols
Turned from God!!!!
Blaspheme love
Tis they do
Seeketh romance by phones
Back away like shrews
Kills one souls
Plots none muse
Muse is gone
The suns went down
Harrowing he feels
Writing scribes
Sick of all the same
Tis wants to die
Suicide not by choice
Lifts his head in all rejoice
Because he knows what he seeketh is right around the bin
No more fairy taled wim
Whimsical laughs
No more grins
None more waiting
On a dream
None more screams
Nor false delight
None more worries of bedtime fright
None more fights
Now all is right
Lost his mind
Gaveth his soul
Plundered down to stage six of hell
Wherein chaperones giveth ringing bells
Steps to God
God to appeal
Forgiveth one in time surreal
No more distasteful needing and wanting words
The I love thou's shalt no more heard
He's lost his touch
He's lost his cure
Giveth up all
Forgotten the world
Paintings he shalt go on in
Be like the greats of archaic sin
Handstroke brushes to pull him in
He's done
Oh my
He's done!!!
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 11:19 AM UTC
We're all a bit kooky somehow,
Have a strangeness to us in a way,
But just seems like i especially.
I'm loony i think.
Something's unwell within me.
When something goes south I go with it!
So it must be said,
Once and for all...
I'd go mad without you.
Absolutely mad.
I'll need the mad house without you.
I'll be residing James Weldon Johnson's "Sence You Went Away" all the time without you!
Therefore, it begs to be said,
Once again...
I'm a mad man without you!
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 5:41 PM UTC
Sorry for the delay. I was busy.
I'm still alone. U?
**********************************
zealotry yawping within un
pretentious sporty, quirky,
oddly, manly, kooky, impisly, gummy,
edgy, dorky, cocky, belly airs
to disseminate, a quick
literary flourishing brushstroke
no on nest to dog lie 'n, tie gears
(tigers) boot this chap bears,
who copped, dropped,
plopped out of college devoid of any careers,
and wandered the globe after
searching classifieds for reign leaderless deers,
this buck rogers wannabe could be doe ting,
and assist sleigh get off the ground
on account of his Dumbo ears,
despite abomination, hesitation, and trepidation
to push comfort zone and exposure therapy skyward
in order to over nervousness about being in high places
plus countless other fears,
and an extreme intervention measure considered,
would be brain transplanat with that of another,
whose mental cogs and gears
and a canine like audibility acute as a hares
means to sprint at light speed if senses
being caught in the cross hairs of a gun barrel,
whose fate doomed demise almost insnares,
yet PETA type person would loathe any jeers
if any animal alluded to characterized
heading toward harm
and in reality, this heir,
who favors knitwears
with pink frilly (“I HATE BOYS”) *******
would put his measly life on the line,
cuz aye believe every creature own right to live,
whether they dwell in **** trees or underground lairs,
oh..., or kept in stable condition
of ca horse hi mean mares,
a barn strewn with hay during the day
to fend off pitch black ominous sounds
Equus ferus caballus (Hardy
as a mountain Laurel),
but quite susceptible to nightmares
thus some veteranarians strongly suggest
cloth eye elastic lined ocular shades,
but please make sure Mister Ed,
or his ilk doth newt overhears.
------------------------------------
addy ewe - matthew scott harris
Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 12:40 AM UTC
I'm trying to put things right between us,
I'm trying to make things better
I hope you will read my letter,
Yes i'm still waiting,no i'm haven't disappeared,
I'm kooky, strange and weird,
I will be this way forever and ever
How can you make me smile when your not even here
How can you make me laugh when your nowhere near
Your miles away but you still give me butterflies when i see your name flash up on my phone
How do you know what i'm thinking when i'm all alone
I'm scared its not going to happen,
I'm scared its not going to be real
I'm scared all the healing I have done will peel
I just want to see your face
I just want to see you smile
Even if its just for a little while
I'd love to see you sitting opposite me
I know things are going more positively
Let me show you the things we can do
Let me show you the things i am willing to go through
Just for you,
Your the only one that matters the only one I care about
Together we can be a knockout.
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 12:15 PM UTC