"whacky" poems
Star wars pen
Not again
Will you leave me alone
I count the sheep
I need to sleep
Its only 3 am
I hear you shout
I hear you beg
Is this in my head
Super whacky
Almost tacky
Awesome prattle said
Liberated empty head
Drain like a kitchen sink
You **** my words
A whole lot more
You really make me think
No more games
I care no more
Cause I went and brought you
I have no clue
What I will do
When I put your pen to paper
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 3:36 AM UTC
.*if, and however many mistakes i made in typo... attempting to compete with Spawn, using the black panther... ****** please... it's like that "healthy" competition of butter, using margarine... Black Panther isn't Spawn... Spawn is... Spawn... yeah... thanks for ruining my 12" wish fetish... i was so dying... to... i was never going to **** an English girl to begin with... thank god.*
you're seriously going
to "correct" me
using black panther....
seriously?
spawn was the ********
to what....
to whatever you're
doing these days....
i don't want to be
the blank panther...
**** being black panther...
************
i want to be *spawn"..
******* quasi-nigger...
john coltrane...
you a mariah carey
back-up singer or some
otherwise alien whacky
alien-backlog?
compared to spawn...
the black panther
looks like a ******* ******
wing guy...
for what's deemed
12"...
black...
mire like bleak Parthenon...
some columns,
no spirals...
waste of time...
black Panther, what?
so Spawn...
was just a waste of time?
Spawn was the gran-daddy
where the Batman was the daddy
given the Joker
was the gran-gran-daddy...
you get me?
Miles Davis too much for you?
the blank panther is such
a ***** move...
it's like... come Kosovo...
when expecting Sarajevo...
****** this **** will not
stick...
high flying ****
if you think this will become
a ******* pancake...
no, ******
take your blank panther back
to Yakanda, or whatever...
your Spawn was cooler than
Lego Batman...
**** your white *****
and leave me to my existentialism
of... making a "heroic" exit..
akin to Elvis...
but more or less minding
Roy Orbison in a sing along.
p.s.
lego batman movie quote:
black panther *****
spawn go go go! spammy!
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 12:02 AM UTC
The electrification of powerful shocks shoot through me, must be some unworldly connection
I'm the ruler of rebellion, invention, revolution sitting in my palace as I sip from my glass tea cup.
My mind is a whacky world of ecentric waterfalls.
One day the universe drops in my hand
Universal peace and harmony - is my profound calling
I whack out the world - shake it on it's feet - wake it up from it's mindless sleep
Pioneering the stars that those will follow - may you come by my side one day
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 2:47 PM UTC
Lately I walked deep into a forest near my house,
as I often spend there my afternoons and nights,
thinking about what happened in my life
and which of my available paths should be taken,
to lead me into future.
That's when I encountered a strange message
scratched in the bark of an old oak:
"Dear wanderer, please beware, as your life is on the line.
My wife, a very farseeing woman, went into these woods alone,
against my will, of course, as I have seen the dangers she might face,
Wolfes, inviting her nitty-gritty to a delicious meal,
Bears, rubbing their chubby cheeks at her,
Snakes, weaving wildly around her feet,
but most dangerous of all the whacky wicked witch,
keeping her from ever going back."
I remember sudden feelings of anxiousness and shiver
I had encountered only once before,
that was when a strange man came to my house
asking me if I had seen a pretty woman
with snowwhite hair and pretty face:
"I tried to find her all day and night long,
but I couldn't find her anywhere,
I fear my wife got lost - or worse...
as a whacky wicked witch is living here!"
Lately I walked deep into a forest near my house,
as I often spend there my afternoons and nights,
thinking about what happened in my life
and who will be the next to come and visit
me and my whacky wicked house.
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 9:56 AM UTC
Mushy, mushy brains and *****
Mushy mind, lets go have sushi
Mushy words that dont mean ****
Mushy gush and saggy ****
Mushy NEEDLE collapsing veins
And acinar cells that stopped working
Your mushy, mushy gushy crap
And please shut up you're whacky whack
Rotting from the inside out
Just sat No... with your mushy mouth
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 1:09 AM UTC
Sprightly nymph, her eyes twinkling, twerks,
a diabolic Goddess, she is
his whacky mind butts in
her cheeky wishes were fulfilled.
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 11:24 AM UTC
monk jumps
trinkle ****** trane
criss crossin time
aboard idiocentric planes
whacky Hackensack moods
near my mysterioso home
round bout midnight gleaning
brilliant corner poems
hummin blue monk blues
i surrender dear
Bemsha swing cast away
Friday the 13th fears
melancholy ruby swigs
straight no chaser shots
just let's cool one
at the red hot 5 Spot
rollins and griffin jammin
hudson riverside house
Weehawken royalty bows
to a spiffy charlie rouse
we remember mintons
a vast creative flood
monk be boppin on stage
when in walked bud
red rooster clucksters
raising town hall roofs
consecrating spaces playing
Monk's hallowed tunes
"pianos don't play no wrong notes"
we heard Thelonious once say
his utterances on the upright keys
ingenious music maestro on display
Music Selection:
Thelonious Monk:
In Walked Bud
Marking Thelonious Sphere Monks Centennial
10/10/17 - 10/10/17
Orlando
9/28/17
jbm
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 6:36 PM UTC
Dear (Mr) God
I just want to thank you for
the heartiest chuckle I've
had in some time!!!
Pointing fingers is always
a funny thing. And, friend,
you just received the
Flying Fickle (middle) Finger of
Fate Award for the Millennium!
For those who don't know, here's what ***** stated.
***** points fingers at me.
THREE POINT BACK.
1) I'M ******
Who has hung his (her) shingle
out as GOD?. Doesn't take a shrink to figure this diagnosis.
2) I'm a Jesus FREAK. Seems to me
***** (as Almond) contacted me via the site message system trying to start an argument with me (as a "Christian") with some pretty whacky ideas of His life while on earth. I blocked him (her).
3) My poetry is pointless. What, pray tell, is more pointless than a critic who can't WRITE?
Nuf said.
Your Che Guevara avatar is not out of place, however. What you don't
know is history. REAL history.
Che Guevara was a monster. He would stay in the home of his
peasant friends, then slaughter them all so that his wherabouts would remain undivulged.
You hide behind a false front, Almond. But it is appropriate.
I guess all I can do for you is forgive,
forget and PRAY.
SoulSurvivor
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 10:20 PM UTC
aw so,
you think you want to love me?
an you think that ya can?
because it's a hell of a thing yeah,
this crazy new plan,
but OK,
so,
let's go,
will you love me- my crazy
my chubby- my lazy?
when I am an orchid
or when I'm a daisy?
when I am annoying
an I'm acting a pain?
will you love me my whacky
as I try to stay sane?
becuz' I'm like the moon
an lovely or not
well I wax an I wane
sigh yes,
even then I will stay true
good, cuz,
mostly I'm peaceful
tranquil and playful
I'm busy with life too
yeah I want me a day full
of loving someone,
who looks JUST like the stars
all shiny an sacred
who'll whipe away scars,
each day I'm a changin'
an each day I will try
right now- yeah evolvin'
I'm not wonderin' on why,
why this or that happens
an why it can't change?
when did he stop to lovin'?
when did we go estranged?
I'll not switch this or that now
I'll not have rearranged,
I'm not waitin' on nothin'
but I do hope for it all
someone to love me
an to catch if I fall
I just want now to breathe in,
I'm not lookin' for love
instead I'm here waitin'
on the sweet heavens above
to change my heart -
or his heart
whoever he is
until then I can but sigh now
for I still know true bliss
in simple living pleasures
and the joy of simple things
like barbequed warm sunshine,
an a church bell that still rings
and how I can finally sing now
an man how I LOVE to just sings!
how memories they do tweak us
an how memories they do alter,
as reality it too changes
as the memories they too falter
especially when I am,
I am alone at the alter.
where I'm a prayin' for peace
an a hopin' for rain
to release me the past
any unending pain
to finally let go
of the things felt in vain
whew geesh,
for even those things
they change with the time
an just like this poem
and in every new rhyme
so you think you can love me?
and you'll love me sublime?
Yes.
I do.
I do
love you
I love you boo,
yes yes its true!
hey what can I say
this feeling is so new,
phew, I'm relieved,
it was a conversation
we needed to have
so ..then
let's come together
RIGHT now
very
X-citing possibilities
await
this new love is,
very exciting
quite different
well it feeelzzz just amazing,
to be over the moon in love,
freeing and wonderful,
that MOST special feeling,
you wait like-
4-eva for?
well that feeling,
I know it today,
an I hear it's even called-
"self-love" ❤
I am looking in the mirror,
yes I do ~ I do love you
Ma Cherie!
Ma Cherie © 2017
Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 12:35 PM UTC
She got me
a coffee,
found the
best table
against sunset
facing beach,
where the waves
were visibly up set
like my knotted mind.
a woman
with whacky humor
she tried
to keep me
laughing all along,
but I couldn't
get over
the feeling of
emptiness,
once everything
would change
right after this bend.
she pretended
like a trained actress,
but I was yet to come to terms
with the reality.
Dec 19, 2011
Dec 19, 2011 at 11:09 AM UTC
It started out as a serious matter.
But, being me, I couldn't hold back the laughter.
There he was, all tangled in Silly String.
Hey! It's just one of those things.
Something whacky that makes your day smile.
When you look back at it over the miles,
of marriage together and the adventure,
it's just one of those things that make the big picture.
Jun 2, 2010
Jun 2, 2010 at 12:59 PM UTC
For as long as there has been a cerebral cortex, there has been teaching
Humans, even the dumbest among us, for knowledge we are reaching
But somethings happened to the state of our education
And I speak from experience, in the trenches of our education nation
Something is wrong, something must be done, the war cry began
Teachers were fired, and some couldn't get up again.
Schools went their separate ways, like fighting friends
Some took up the new approaches like the latest fashion trends
Skinny jeans now, but bell bottoms were all the rage I remember when
Then there were the school takeovers by the State and army then
School became a grind, of test scores and dead students filling in bubbles
And that's pretty much where we're at, and still, yeah, there's troubles.
Dec 27, 2012
Dec 27, 2012 at 7:14 PM UTC
To those who have stood by my side
Who chose not to walk out the door
Fueling and enduring my whacky ride
Who knows what left we have in store
I'd like to begin with a big thank you
A loving hug and even a kiss too
You guys are my brick wall
Keeping my structure standing tall
Even when you're not around
You've kept my feet on the ground
Either you've all kept me sane
Or maybe together we're all going insane
But no matter how my journey ends
Remember forever we are the best of friends
Even through all the insanity
You are all still my family
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 3:29 AM UTC
They both stood admiring the Christmas lights
Staring lovingly into the evening sky.
He was wearing rather fetching woollen tights
And she was beginning to wonder the reason why.
He put on his false white beard
And tried to slip on some massive black boots.
She has guessed and it was what she had feared
He did have some strange whacky persuits.
Meanwhile she had slipped into a little costume
She had decided to dress like her friend Frilly Mary
She had found a feather boa in her bedroom
And she fancied herself as a Fairy.
“Good grief, look at her, she has a wand”
He had become quite hot.
He dipped his foot in the pond
And considered his position and what he’d got
“Now why would she want to be dressed like that”
She has more lights on her wings than the tree.
He knew he could definitely smell a rat
“And I can sniff, oh yes, that is me.”
She tiptoed over and guessed straight away
“You are Santa Claus are you not”
“Come on, where have you parked the sleigh”
Now he had gone a funny shade of hot.
“I could easily ask you about your attire”
He mounted his high horse.
It was like adding oil to a fire
And let nature run it’s course.
They had a bit of a set to
And they both thought they could hear ringing.
They were bells and quite a few
And they could hear children singing.
They both realised the magic day had come
Christmas carols and everywhere was lit up.
“care to join me in the fun”
She did and to that he raised his sherry cup.
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 1:25 AM UTC
and it really is a hashtag approach,
#sudoku,
the only "problem" is
regarding
supper -
no diacritical distinction
no "sapper"...
i.e. leaning toward sap-+-per,
well...
the argument aligned itself
toward either:
#sūdoku vs. #súdoku
is the u
macron-prolonged or is
it stressed? mind you,
both instances stress applying
a scalpel to the word,
opening it up,
and retrieving syllables...
whatever the choice,
i'm still trying to figure
out the most terse formulation
of optics regarding these puzzles...
e.g.
8-x-8
5
|
y
|
5
2
\
z
\
2
at school, when we learned about
pythagoras,
we were taught that you required
3 coordinates to draw a straight line...
funny... since in terms of
travel, that whacky geometry
of swiggly lines, turns and curves,
you only require a point (a)
and a point (b);
i'm eventually going to either crack
the ultimate simplication of
these puzzles...
or i'm going to bore myself
to death...
either way, i'm still going to go
to the shop, and buy myself
three bottles of beer.
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 1:38 PM UTC
To live is to be
Without fear
For it has but one cure
To be everyday happy
May include being whacky
To travel without a care
And to look at the beauty with a stare
To live and be free
To your life is the key
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 2:29 PM UTC
and the difference between
a higher tier whiskey
and a lower tier whiskey?
higher tier: pale amber...
lower tier:
tickling caramel bourbon...
and yes:
i like my alcohol with
a story of its own,
one of exploring
the palette...
yes... glen moray:
there's certainly
butter-scotch in it...
but the lemongrass?
not with every glass,
which is why
i find connoisseurs
suspect...
not from one
glass,
and certainly not
from a sniffing around...
unlike *****
drank properly:
shoved into a freezer
and then drank
smoothly like
a gômme syrop...
whiskey:
the profanity of
sipping it straight...
or mixing it like
some British WWI
colonel
with some soda water...
on ice...
one minute delay...
culls the bite
of any excess Smokey
Fitzpaddy left...
neck on the guillotine!
oh but i have drank
to the brain-drain
body numbing
stages of youth's exploits...
famously
Edinburgh's snakebite:
half a cider, half a lagger
topped with blackcurrant
concentrate...
what?! not lagger?
what then... lager,
i.e. lay-ger?
digger not dye-ger
of diger?
no via
no why as to why:
it's dein-ger
for danger
and hop-hop for
the dagger of Brutus?
et tu: tutti ******* frutti...
hop-hop:
Easter bunny softy,
as i...
et tu:
as an epitaph with
no grave...
and however
many maxims...
said puppet in
the fiddly tongue-tied
aspect of death's
philosopher stone:
the Hindu wild-eyed
traffic of reincarnation...
epitaph contra
maxims:
life's load
and a foot dent
on the earth like:
the one that they won't
take a photograph
of: as they did
of the one on the moon...
pointless going
to Mars...
not taking random
earth objects
to the moon...
to see:
funny-whacky
gravity do don't:
sample some
clock-ticking
on the father
to the daughters of
the tides,
the rains...
and all:
and they minded
the egoist...
while they shoved
the whole universe
in their minds with
cthulhu receptors:
and...
well... it wasn't exactly
1990s television static...
or... what the sight
of Belzeebub looks like...
the whole lagger
not lager "debate"?
i don't even want to bring
diacritical marks into
this...
and i won't!
first prize: silver sputnik
of brunswick...
now all i'm missing
is a banjo... and a toothpick...
as ever this medium:
concentrates upon the motto:
sequor lepus albus.
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 8:19 PM UTC
One.
We have history.
The reasons why I like you are a mystery.
Maybe it’s because I see you every day.
Are my feelings going away?
Everyone wants us to be together.
Lately you feel like a tether
That I have to drag around to keep everyone happy.
But now this relationship is making me whacky.
Two.
I love you.
Our relationship was true.
You’re the one who cheers me up when I’m blue.
But now you have a girl.
The sight of the two of you makes me want to hurl.
I know I have to get over this feeling.
My mind is always reeling.
No matter what you’ll always be a friend.
Our friendship will never end.
Three.
I just met you.
There’s just something about you… I have no clue.
Your smile is contagious,
Your personality is wonderfully outrageous.
Maybe we’ll just end up as friends.
I guess I’ll have to wait to see how this one ends.
Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 1:39 PM UTC
People are always sure about their opinions towards you
They will judge and say stuff’ about which they don’t have a clue
They’ll say your heart and your brain are wrong pair
You don’t belong here
Pack your filthiness and go
You should’ve die some long times ago
You’re really good before; but now you lack manner
They’ll try to tear you down; and burn-out the whole banner
Give you some whacky name; but all that did not matter
They are just a stepping stone; a ladder to help you step on the next ladder
I’m a new man now and I’ve edit all da flaws
The kid you order around doesn’t exist anymore
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 6:22 PM UTC
with regards to the prior question, i.e. how does water travel through glass?
i'm conducting an experiment, at the moment,
i'm not as lazy to state it's a "thought" experiment,
to do receive some whacky darwinistic behavioural "clues",
or, as such, a basis for ontology per se...
i just filled a ceramic cup with water, and ice cubes...
i'm testing: glass vs. cermaics...
and whether or not, a ceramic cup will
allow a water-ring to form, while the ice-cubes melt...
it's a simple study...
i'm wondering how water can pass through glass...
and whether it can, also, pass via ceramics...
i call this a "thought" experiment...
because, if i find that ceramic material blocks a water circle,
and glass doesn't (half an hour, off the supermarket
for a few beers) -
glass = crushed sand, didn't you know?
well... halt all the need for space exploration...
something needs explaining... really...
if i find there's not water-mark from the ice-cube melting
in water in a ceramic cup... and there's a water-ring with
ice-cubes melting in a glass-cup? you're bound to make
a ****** expression, that suggests only one word: huh?
May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 12:41 PM UTC