How Crazy Can You Go?

how crazy can you go, to insist your twisted soul?
how crazy can you go, to agitate people with your language so foul?
so low, so down
that’s how it has been

how crazy can you go, to prove your idea so unreasonable?
how crazy can you go, to stress out your point so inconceivable?
so low, so down
that’s how it has been

how crazy can you go, to conceal you truest intentions?
How crazy can you go, to play victim when you are at fault?
so low, so down

that’s how it has been

how crazy can you go, to cover up your selfishness?

you don’t need to be crazy, so low, so down
humility is all that you need

NaPoWriMo Day 21 –

Have you ever heard or read the nursery rhyme, “There was a man of double deed?” It’s quite creepy! A lot of its effectiveness can be traced back to how, after the first couplet, the lines all begin with the same two phrases (either “When the . . .” or “Twas like,”). The way that these phrases resolve gets more and more bizarre over the course of the poem, giving it a headlong, inevitable feeling.

Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that, like this one, uses lines that have a repetitive set-up. 

Ride Of Our Lives

warm day, “off we go on a ride of our lives”, hold on tight my love
tell me your story, as I drive our way to a place dear and new
hush now don’t fret; I got your back, I got you covered, you’ll be great

NaPoWriMo Day 20

Write a sijo. This is a traditional Korean poetic form. Like the haiku, it has three lines, but the lines are much longer. Typically, they are 14-16 syllables, and optimally each line will consist of two parts – like two sentences, or a sentence of two clauses divided by a comma.

Table For Two

table for two, let me arrange for you
I’ll begin by laying an elusive cloth
that matches the floral placemats and napkins
I’ll position the plates, flatwares, and glasses
with flowers so delicate as a centerpiece
there will be candles of various heights
in low – light atmosphere,
it will surely be perfect and romantic
I will turn the place into a dreamland
with the hue of the summer sky
yet, filled with the sweetest meadow blooms
it will become the stage of your charming,
romantic memory,
an unexpected journey
of heart and soul

for you and your mom
on Mother’s Day

For Sadje’s WDY –

That, Is What Family Is All About

that crazy lunch together with loud screaming voices, getting through as everyone
struggles to be heard

that makes it all worthwhile…

that nonsense conversation with pointless arguments, wanting to make a stand to win the debate

that makes it all unforgettable…

that wild online team game with all of the adults ganging up on the young ones, trying to outsmart the poor little souls

that makes it all funny…

that craziness,
that nonsense,
that pointlessness,

that makes it all unique and oh so special

that craziness,
that nonsense,
that pointlessness,

that adds vibrant color to life


that, is what family is all about


I am glad I took the big leap with you

NaPoWriMo Day 19 –

Write a humorous rant. In this poem, you may excoriate to your heart’s content all the things that get on your nerves. Perhaps it’s people who tailgate when driving or don’t put the caps back on pens after they use them. Or the raccoons who get into your garbage cans.

Friday Fun –

How Do You Love?

how do you love, love the fragrance of your morning coffee

comforting and calming your senses as you take the initial sip

your lips drown, drown in its goodness

deliciously bitter, sensationally sweet

how do you love your coffee?

do you love it as much as I love you?



or do you remember me, drowning myself

in the heavens of your love?



how do you love, love the caress of the morning breeze

soothing and pacifying your senses as you suck in the air

your lungs drenched, drenched on its graciousness

explicitly satiating, overtly satisfying

how do you love the breeze

do you love it as much as I love you?



or do you think of me, soaking myself

in the firmaments of your love?



how do you love, love the blazing morning sun

cheering and consoling your senses as you cuddle its warmth

your skin fondles, fondles its tender affection

palpably amusing, blatantly charming

how do you love the blazing sun?

do you love it as much as I love you?



or do you imagine me, passionately in love

in love, with no one but you?



my brain freeze
I could almost sneeze
with the cool airy breeze
I am stuck, stuck and addicted
I sing ’bout it
I write ’bout it
I watch movies ’bout it
I go wild
like a child
I smile when I am alone
do things beyond my comfort zone
I go out of my way
I am blind they say
it’s crazy or maybe even weird
but who cares? I dare?
I am stuck
stuck in love with you, its a fact

NaPoWriMo Day 16 -

Because it’s Friday, today I’d like you to relax with the rather silly form called Skeltonic, or tumbling, verse. In this form, there’s no specific number of syllables per line, but each line should be short, and should aim to have two or three stressed syllables. And the lines should rhyme. You just rhyme the same sound until you get tired of it, and then move on to another sound.

Fairy World

you took me to a world
a world where we can hold out a hand,
offer arms to hug,
be patient while heart heals,
expels pain caused by indifference,
the world of Hansel and Gretel

you took me to a world
a world where life turns out differently
in the presence of a fairy godmother
where one could choose to be good
regardless and despite,
the world of Cinderella
and Sleeping Beauty

you took me to a world
a world where possibilities are endless
where information, stories, thoughts
and feelings are unlike
anything else in this world
you took me to a world
a world of reading

NaPoWriMo Day 15 –

Think about a habit you picked up from one of your parents, and then write a piece that explores an early memory of your parent engaged in that habit, before shifting into writing about yourself engaging in the same habit.


I am strange

different from what is expected

In science

I am like an atom

that possess an odd number of electrons

In Mathematics I am a number

not even divisible by two

I always have one leftover as a remainder

when divided by two

They call me weird because I am different





I smile

I laugh

I even smirk at times

I don’t care how they call me

For as long as you love the weirdness in me

And your love makes Michelle, special and unique

NaPoWriMo Day 14 –

Write a poem that delves into the meaning of your first or last name. Looking for inspiration? Take a look at this poem by Mark Wunderlich, appropriately titled “Wunderlich.”