"tizzy" poems
He made sure I knew just how lucky I was to have him
But he never hit me
He played games with my emotions repeatedly
But he never hit me
He made sure I didn’t leave the house in a skirt above the knees
But he never hit me
He knew the words to say to make me feel so small that I could not breathe
But he never hit me
He tossed me in and out, in and out, until my mind was in an out of control tizzy
But he never hit me
He messed around on the side late at night while I rested in our bed
But he never hit me
He made it clear that I wasn’t to go out at night with the girls
But he never hit me
He told me over and over again just how hard it would be to find anyone else to deal with me
But he never hit me
He fell asleep safe and sound as I laid in bed trying to catch my breath through tears
But he never hit me
He needed to have the password to every device, app and account
But he never hit me
He knew the power he held and used it over my head to weaken me
But he never hit me
He made jokes at my expense in front of friends and family and we all giggled together instead of cringed
But he never hit me
He assured me the women he texted were coworkers or colleagues but I could never know what they spoke of
But he never hit me
He made it clear that my interests and goals were not of pertinence
But he never hit me
He knew the exact words to say to take my entire day downhill
But he never hit me
He broke my heart over and over and over again until it was minuscule shreds
But he never hit me
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 8:06 PM UTC
I say unto you with a sniveling snarl,
Will you go on and be friends with an owl?
Why, YES! I said boldly with a pompety grin
My new owl friend will be lucky and win!
He will hoot and toot a most beautiful song
He will win a singing contest and sing all day long
We will take all his winnings and spend it on mead
We'll sing, drink and be merry, indeed!
we'll capture a horse and dress it in tweed
then ride to the sunset on our horse named, "Sardine!"
Sardine might get hungry so we'll feed him some hemp
We'll lay down to rest on a bed that's unkempt
We'll wake in the morning to see Sardine's fate
Sardine has died from starvation this date
The sorrow we feel is so hard to beat
So opon his flesh we started to eat
w'ell pair it with taters all mashed in a pan
we'll eat up our dinner as fast as we can
but hold on a second, how silly are we!
We tripped on some mushrooms we found on a tree!
our minds started swirling and twirling; so dizzy!
my owl friend shrieked and then started to tizzy
he gouged out my eyes and laughed at my pain
I fell to the ground and made peace with my name
for I never did say from whence I came
cause stories like this are not easy to tame
I lay here in misery, my friend's not to blame
It's all in my head, this silly word game
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 12:48 PM UTC
“T'was the night before Christmas ...”
and Santa was busy.
The reindeer were antsy
the elves in a tizzy.
The missus was tending
the ovens like mad
And turning out cookies
to make children glad.
The wood chips were flying
the sawdust was thick
The workshop was bulging
with toys from St. Nick.
Contractors from Sega,
Nintendo and Sony
Were working on games
(and a robotic pony).
Iphones and Ipads
(with virus removal)
Were packed in their boxes
and stamped "Elf Approval".
Last minute touches
were added with flair
While elf stylists tended
to Santa's white hair.
Elf tailors were making
some last alterations
To Santa's red coat
and his waist tribulations.
The weather was fair
as the weather-elf stated
The routes were approved
and departure was slated.
Bells had been polished
and harnesses buffed
While repairs were addressed
for the hoofs that were scuffed.
The antlers were festooned
with ribbons and bells
And the reindeer were covered
with elf flying spells.
The clock approached
midnight as Santa was seated.
The countdown began
as the flight crew was greeted.
H-hour neared
and the tension was growing.
Outside it grew cloudy
and then, began snowing.
But Santa just grinned
as the weather-elf winced.
"Don't worry, my friend.
Our time has commenced."
For the weather was nothing
to Santa's conveyance.
His reindeer and sleigh
were immune to"delay-ance".
With a whirl of his whiskers
and a flick of his wrist
The reindeer were launched
in a flash of white mist.
And I heard him exclaim
through his teleport ray:
"ALERT TSA. Tell 'em
I'm on my WAY!"
Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 9:27 AM UTC
stuck between pride and ****** mood
lurid lights, laughter, ladies, lively lips
we are 96 souls away from the magic
and we nevah wake up or get up, nope
i swear on my momma's grave and pray
may she rest in peace with good ghosts
wise man told me to wear a black suit
me, tho', forgot if i did so, can't help it
was i trippin from dawn to dusk again
probably but ya gotta triple that time
and consider the weirdness of my speech
dem words stumble other words upon
meanwhile me and milly made luv to luv
luv laid back like rasta villages, jah songs
she's spreading her legs and licking
13.8, worship the fountain, that's basic
gangsta poetess & burglar, membah 108
while meetin milly, i imagine her naked
64 minutes later, lolling on silver satin
the lips such big perfect matches
by the end of the day we float over glaciers
our months vanish within a few days
hihaho, tickling trip, totally toony, truly
milly and tizzy equals eccentric & woozy
steering dreams, mysterious mixtures
golden goblets, served on light tables
we falling into the floor, a voltgreen maze
wondaland's gardens, we reach 'em
frozen loops of yummy yearning, yeeeah
all dem blankets and pillows, hundreds
in a bed spacious like a football field
a quarter of milly's back is my tattoo
parking lot at 4:16 am, 24 k bracelet
gotta look at it under the light of the sun
reminds one of eazy legs & adorable greg
we come, observe, read, blast and leave
stuck with mental blankness, in limbo
block party of creation 96, 2056 souls
oh my, sweaty forehead, i'm so cold
burning bloodshed, beasting bloodbath
marriage of mystery and skyline tales
sparkling are the eyes of yayo vampires
8 days awake, bangin in sky dunes
schmock, dinosaur, sole talker
Jul 26, 2021
Jul 26, 2021 at 6:25 AM UTC
Long hours, late nights, many sleepless nights
Tired feet galore
Dorothy’s discarded her Ruby Slippers for shoes of glass
But Glinda kept the magic
The feminine Tin man with his girlish heart and voice
Has had a *** change now
And how a dress of mesh fits 'em oh so well
Toto was put down for eating one of the slippers
Been replaced by house keeping mice
At least they can't chew glass
Scarecrow gained prestige and balance
Those things of which he lacked
The Cowardly Lion shaved his curly mop
We still haven’t seen him since
Aunty Em gained the crown she very much deserved
Uncle Henry preferred the merchant life
Since the Wizard foresaw their separation
Now Cinderella’s in a tizzy
Her stepsisters make her dizzy
And truth be told, you never hear
She had a bit too much to drink, so near
to the ball, first dress was ripped
The other slipped far off her head when she tripped
One shoe on, the other gone
And the rest….
Well, you know.
Apr 13, 2010
Apr 13, 2010 at 6:12 AM UTC
Suburbs filled with people filled with dreams
Humble lives are grander than they seem
Children laughing, playing, having fun
In our little old blue cottage ‘neath the sun
Homeless, but not heartless, but not loved
Lives in Hell, but lives for God above
No one loves him, he loves everyone
In our little old blue cottage ‘neath the sun
Love ought to be bright and shining
In all of our hearts
For what it’s worth
It is in mine
We are all brothers and sisters
The sons and daughters
Of Mother Earth
And Father Time
High Schools make the students make the grade
Teenage love is broken and it’s made
They may whine, but they’ll cry when it’s done
In our little old blue cottage ‘neath the sun
Young man in a tizzy, in a trance
Seeing in a lady new romance
Thinking to himself, “She is the one”
In our little old blue cottage ‘neath the sun
Love ought to be bright and shining
In all of our hearts
For what it’s worth
It is in mine
We are all brothers and sisters
The sons and daughters
Of Mother Earth
And Father Time
Love ought to be bright and shining
In all of our hearts
For what it’s worth
It is in mine
We are all brothers and sisters
The sons and daughters
Of Mother Earth
And Father Time
A smile is not something to be worn
And certainly not something to be scorned
For hatred is not something you can feel
Once you see that love is all that is real
Don’t believe the lies
Open up your eyes
Even when it seems that hatred is your friend
There is so much more
Just outside your door
That will greet you if you never hate again
And if you simply open up your heart
You’ll see yourself given a fresh new start
For angels are down here not just above
And no matter how it seems you are loved
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 9:21 PM UTC
tizzy looped his past: he had looped it and then looped it howevah, whoop to diz
gangstapoetry boosted its duties newly
we simply gs, whose duties include
slowmoflow like snoop, or p, ain't no thang
i create slang in the hate center, last trip i flew thru loops, break dancers and readers
want answers, so we give straight answers
lyrics of fame bangers, one rhyme for eight
don't take chances, tizz stylobate, sunrise
poems born from crime, give it some time
gotta come right, sell it all at one price
my blood cries in rough nights, plagued by
enough of tough stuff, but me ain't a fluff
i bluff and take what's rightfully mine
tizz is frightfully nice, he neva comes twice
coco loco, monica matadora tending
first song jeezy's "poppin" pimpin pimpz
red-blodded hamza comin ova to test me
subtly intimidating, i just call him "habibi"
ice breaker, you feel me, we good, truly
check out jammed jay, pushin designer
hamza on the toilet, yayo, his girl, bunny
snugglin wit jammed jay for real by now
close to my dj area, rubbin *** gainst ****
tina staring camly into her secret intention
i expect something vaguely, forget it, tho
as hamza al-mighty gets back, explodes
he beats up jay, promptly breakin' his nose
jay looks at the blood; pulls out a cudgel
bashin hamza's skull, flesh splinters
hamza strikes back wit em bludgeons
wondaland's red light, serving proudly 24/7
hamza's pack, yousif, said, wassim and mo
ready to battle the enemy of the enemy
lego goon, antwone, bobby butchah, juan
Jun 14, 2021
Jun 14, 2021 at 1:10 AM UTC
No not the falls but the laugh phenomenal engaging pure intoxicating the crinkle of eyes the
Aliveness the reverberation does fall and streams down like water it washes ones face nothing
Holds it back part of its softer moods is its winsomeness airy innocence that speaks tenderly as
It outwardly shouts what a find recently I spoke of the money I spent trying to find a singer to
Move and touch my soul so many was good and held promise but time after time
Disappointment it’s the same nothing is prettier than ones smile they are wonderful you
Cherish them and then you see the day change in a moment electricity crackles a heart shines
Through every pour of a face we are all blessed with a special something that makes us unique
A quiet power to touch a sweeping away of cares and frowns it spills down country lanes quaint
Sidewalks of the mind when it is observed it is telling in that it dispels the lie that life is nothing
But pain and drudgery my contrary heart argues such statements but the soul and spirit
Overrule by having just been ignited thrown into a tizzy thats alright everyone needs to get tizzy
Every once in a while the blues is cruel laughter shoots them down allows you to bounce back
And enjoy life laughter truly is like a medicine well if she isn’t hospital size she is defiantly a
Clinic no guaranties in life they say I’ll give this one look into that laugh your expression and
Outlook will change it worked for her here is her own direct quote “Previously my life was
Complex, I helped make it that way. Now, I keep it simple and fun.” Take delirious look at it
Aghast as we must we can’t have that so throw a big pinch of sober a tiny dash of dower ok fine
Now just for a minute laugh your head off good lord what fun don’t worry about the stunned
Faces they will get over it I bet a lot of country people have had similar experiences if they own
A jack *** you know how they have those signs in some neighborhoods for different reasons
Well some Need no Laughing out loud fuddy dudy lives at such in such address go up behind
Them and Scream get Crazy they will live longer and that I can guarantee I have written about a
Great lady With a Great laugh enjoy making her acquaintance
Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 4:30 PM UTC
Color me confused,
As one most often will do,
To strike a note with a concordance of thieves.
Away, away sweet thoughts on paper,
Melodrama and cherishment be thine.
Add a dash of insecurity
And away all conscious thought processes go.
A tongue-tied shade of green, you always seem to put me.
Playing without knowledge, with my thoughts and mind.
Deep within the castle walls, a creature stands listless,
With eyes of hazel and face chiseled in anguish and confusion.
To say that a man is a man is but one side of an ever-evolving equation,
And I can’t help but feel at loss.
For what should be with great elation to be near, all I feel is lost
With emotions in a tizzy,
To keep my mind busy,
One must try almost too hard.
So take what I say,
Writ it okay,
And pay no attention to my advances.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 12:28 PM UTC
I've had a relapse
my willpower had a collapse
I'll just have to start anew
and keep writing a poem or two
It keeps my hands and brain busy
when my addiction is making me dizzy
I'm trying not to get in a tizzy
But right now, I feel like a *****
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 9:31 AM UTC
The air is fill with pollution, heat is rising from the earth. Our weather is changing from bad to worse. One place is drying up and others are covered with snow. The seas are churning in a tumultuous tizzy throwing waves too and fro. Beaches are washing away and so the disasters go. One group blames another cause and effect no one can rightfully say. As the debate among the powerful rages, it is the common people who must pay. The debt we owe for not caring for the planet on which we live, may exact a cost in blood, is that a price we can live with. Our children will bear the weight of the burden for our grievous mistakes in the past. How long with nature tolerate our wasteful ways, how long will the Earth's patients last. From day to day, we simply exist, not seeing the picture greater than ourselves. As our generation uses up our resources and places our children's future on a shelf. What will the legacy be when we are gone, what kind of world will we leave for the generations to come?
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 11:37 AM UTC
I've always wondered
What it'd be like
To make love in a tent,
Fragrance of soil and sweat
And urgent desire in the air,
With the dark sky lit up with
galaxies and galaxies
of stars and the letters of my name,
Punctuated by your breaths as you'd
Chant it like a prayer,
Risqué and **** and earthy,
Rawer than the last time,
Rawer than that time,
Whispers so titillating they'd
Make the silent night blush,
Make the dewy, green, lush
Grass curl its leaves in shame,
And send the river stream flowing
A little too hurriedly,
And the clouds a-tizzy,
And the Earth a-dizzy
When I'd open my eyes, exuding
Fire through and through,
I know the sky would mirror me,
And undress into its brightest crimson hue.
I know if we'd make love that way,
The sun would rise earlier that day.
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 5:56 PM UTC
One night while out in London
I chanced upon the Queen
In a karaoke bar in Smithfield
Singing along to the Kinks
She had the crowd all in a tizzy
With her rendition of the sunset at Waterloo
The more she sang, the more people came
Till there was barely standing room
She didn't do just one or two tunes
But their entire catalog
The Queen is quite the entertainer
As she had us all singing along
She was there to give the people what they want
As she took us around the dial
We were all starstruck to say the least
As she sang all day and all of the night
Word is she's a regular here every Tuesday
So stop by and have a cuppa tea
And watch the Queen get down with that UK jive
As she sings karaoke to the Kinks
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 12:47 PM UTC
it feels like my mind is being stretched out
like taffy
it sticks to one's fingers
sickly sweet
swallowed whole, no chewing
it's also akin to a TV set
a dizzying tizzy of static
colorbars across the screen
only seen in black/white to me
my every thought is a grain of sand
once neatly nestled together caressed by calm waves
but
a hurricane came through
and now
their scattered
*they're scattered.
and *****
oh, how they are *****
but then again, sand is always ***** isn't it?
i don't know where i'm going with this
i lost the way to 'metaphor' or 'inspiration'
so i'm just going where the wind takes me
and hoping i'm not chaining myself to a tornado
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 2:38 PM UTC
'Tis a risky favor
to give Despair such sweet flavor
A rich Indulgence
will weigh heavy in your belly
rears your gait not so straight
makes your head start to ache
until your Vision becomes unclear.
I've baked a scrumptious dish
try a bite if You like
Its lighter than Air
not a hint of Despair
comes topped with Stardust drops layered with Love and served with a Hug.
I promise Delight,
You'll be walking on Air
You'll be dancing till dawn
making Love all night long
singing yourselves into a tizzy
until you're dizzy and drifting on Marshmallow Clouds.
Would You Like a Bite?
Oh my that's right,
I forgot the forks and knives
Oh well its a big enough dish
lets All just dive in!!
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 11:29 AM UTC
i am a cork, set upon
the rapids today.
a storm, rising in
the darjeeling tea.
lightning, in the sugar jar
all bitterred up and jittery.
i am a feather, caught up
in a whirlwind,
on the edge of a cyclone.
running laps incessant, on the
hamster wheel,
of insomulance, that's me.
frenzied, fury, frenetic energy.
revved up, to beyond the max,
caught... tied up in a box with
bright,binding string.
claustrophobically, confined,
ready to explode,
my brain confetti, tizzy-fied.
why you ask?
what's the go?
that's the ****** problem..
i don't know............
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 4:02 PM UTC
I'm again in a transition,
A non-medical scientist by my schooling,
A writer, singer-poet, and author by passion,
These days I'm at Gorakhpur to join a new job,
For another new opportunity that I grabbed,
One of the many exams I cracked,
This job is that of an Assistant Audit Officer.
I marvel at what life has shown me,
Educated at school in non-medical sciences,
Physics, Chemistry, Math, English & Physical Education.
Then I undertook the first paradigm career shift,
Started my Bachelor degree in Biotechnology
Met with the unfortunate cataclysmic road accident,
Survived the 23-day coma against all odds.
Oh the odds, do you remember, oh life?
200+ beats per minute heart rate in the coma,
104°F+ fever accompanied the ****** injuries,
Fractured cheekbone just below the left eye.
Brain stem injuries sent the global doctors in a Tizzy,
Nobody was certain about my survival or the recovery,
But I survived.
The second paradigm shift here was my survival.
They had said at the hospital,
"Only the most serious cases come to ICU #2,
And the lost cases come to HDU #7."
BUT I DIDN'T DIE.
I survived everything that you threw at me,
Everything, even negative people,
Who made weird recommendations.
What did they recommend to my parents after the accident?
— to make me join an easier degree course,
— to make me train for weaving baskets,
— to set up a toffee shop for me to earn bread,
— and what not to discourage my family,
— my parents had dreams for their only child,
— all the whilst I was in the uncertain coma,
— and the pitiable vegetative state for 30 more weeks,
— where I endured immense pains.
Oh life, you've been so hard!
You gave me COVID-SARS in 2012,
I didn't die,
I completed my B.Tech in Biotechnology.
More loneliness followed,
I still didn't give up on life,
Completed my M.Tech in Animal Biotechnology.
The third paradigm shift was next,
When I cleared 4 recruitment exams,
And joined as a Probationary Officer
With the State Bank of India.
The fourth paradigm shift now comes,
I have shifted to the job of an Assistant Audit Officer,
With the Comptroller & Auditor General of India.
I defeated death,
But I seem to be fighting a lost battle
Against loneliness in my life.
Mar 12, 2024
Mar 12, 2024 at 11:46 PM UTC
Hinged in the middle is their wagging tongue
Tirelessly sharing all that you've done
With any ear that will bend its way
Hoping to turn a double play
To gain sympathy and have their legend live on
Oh! What a triumph for a wagging tongue
And although it's irksome to be the target of malice
In any situation there can be found solace
Hinged tongues delight in the breaking apart
The details that might conflict are omitted from the start
But (pay attention this is the good part)
In the midst of all that flurry of tongue and ear
The wheat from chaff also becomes quite clear
So, pay attention, watch and see
Who's left standing next to thee
It's not your business anyway, the stuff an injured tongue has to say
Choose to put it behind you today. Head high, walk away.
For the barbed tongue will always stay busy
And you mustn't indulge in an egocentric tizzy
Let them rob the graves of memories put to rest
Invest in the living! Fuel the dreams that lie in your breast.
Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 3:56 PM UTC
*If the Earth loses its balance
Flinging away, to a distant universe
Spinning viciously and in a tizzy
We are holding on to it for dear life
Running around round and round
Helter-skelter, life spinning out of control
The vast oceans turned in to huge vortex
Siphoning off the natural habitat and us too
The fate of humanity looks vulnerable and fuzzy
Hurtling through space at colossal speed
The core of the Earth has started spewing lava and fire
All the continents mangled together in a single lump
Now, time and space is going to consume the planet
Obliterating the existence of the planet, once called Earth*
© Amitav (Radiance)
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 6:23 AM UTC
i write when i should read
read when it's not right
go down repost rabbit holes
until i lose my sight
my muse is in a tizzy
my body always busy
i listen to Thin Lizzy
until i lose my mind
my prayers just hit
the rafters
my happy ever afters
are taken by
the grifters
i relate to drifters
I'm really in a bind
please forgive my scheming
I feel like i'm
dreaming
but this silly rambling
is
all
that
i
could
find
SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/15/2017
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 3:10 AM UTC
The night sky twinkles with a thousand tiny flecks of light
and your eyes always sparkle just as bright.
I hear the wind humming a sweet lullaby
and can't help but wonder why.
Why a person like me deserves a person like you
who shines like the sun whenever I'm blue.
Your smile leaves my head dizzy
and your voice leaves me in a tizzy.
You're my one weakness. I can never say no
and I'll follow where ever you go.
Your moonlit lips make me weak
and with your heart, you always speak.
I love you with my entire soul
so my heavy heart must let you go
May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 12:54 AM UTC
you must clean your room everyday
before you go to bed
because what do you think would happen
if you decided to wake up dead?
your mother would be in a tizzy
and your dad would be getting the brunt
your sister would be screaming
"why would he pull such a stunt?"
the funeral home would be calling
wanting to talk about the huge bill
and just a couple of questions
like did you have a living will?
they'd have to go in your bedroom
to see what they could find
rummaging through your messes
your dear mother would lose her mind
there would be a whole lot of crying
and the sense of impending doom
none of this would have happened
if you had just cleaned your room
so listen to what Maw Maw tells you
you can take it directly to the bank
so **** in that quivering bottom lip
you know I'm gonna give it a yank
I hope you learned a lesson today
on how to keep a tidy little room
if I see it ***** again
I'm gonna tan your hide with my broom
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 4:09 PM UTC
I hope you know that I think of you so often,
that I worry and hope to feel you in my pocket.
Every now and then, I'll think that I have lost it.
I wear my attachment enclosed in a locket.
Because I never want to ask too much. (that's too much.)
But lately I could use your touch. (let's touch.)
I wish you could just read this, but we're all just so busy.
I know it's not deliberate but "read" leaves me in a tizzy.
I'm blue when you're not with me but I will not make this heavy.
I'm scared you'll take advantage, can't bear to be so naggy.
Deflect and reflect a lack of true affection.
Poly isn't for when our hearts need protection.
I am not just an honorable mention; another soft option.
Nor do I expect you to get up and just drop ****
Just wish to be valued and treated as such,
But I never want to ask too much, is this (too much?)
Too bad, lately I've been too much (that's too much.)
I'll sit here debating if I've enough (that's enough.)
While I'm really just waiting for your touch (let's touch.)
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 11:23 PM UTC
I want to write a poem now
but really I'm too busy
I've got to get some gardening done and it's got me in a tizzy
chores and chores I hafta do
dishes, cooking cleaning
I need to focus focus
an somehow keep the meaning
keep the meaning of life in mind
trust in something better
maybe take a break to write
a long an poignant letter
but for now that dirt is callin,
a place to pull some ****
***** knees and ***** hands
are really all I ever need
I will write again of worms an robins
an a glorious Vermont June
the month my sweet birthday comes
with my crescent waxing moon
another year just passes by
full of pain and full of bliss
I just raise a hand an I sigh,
cuz there's nothing
I would wanna miss
I just try to be ever grateful
for each day is a chance
to do it better
than I did the day before.
Ma Cherie ©2017
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 12:09 PM UTC