Bid good morning to crazy...

Bid good morning to crazy...

A Poem by Frieda P
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_ "and ask, why not?"_

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I bid good morning to crazy every day
     kiss the ground it walks on,
how else does one deal with insane complicity, 
problems we ourselves have created at detestation's toll
     hateful crimes of brother against brother,
      children starving, wars waging in the name of religion
men dying and women crying in fear of invasion
     terrorism, the proliferation of nuclear warheads 
our planet dying, and climate changes 
   homelessness & few graciously extending a hand 
         welfare with little assistance,
               spread of infectious disease
yet, more telling is written in apathy
   the way in which indifference of power yields 
not for the good of the people, 
       but in profit of its own merit's enterprise
we walk a fine line when we venture
   to close our eyes to life's atrocities
      without standing united for mankind's prosperity
let us glean motivation in peaceful aspirations unfurling,
    in those moments,  hope still flutters
           in perpetual benediction's grace

Am I crazy to believe, you bet,
   apparently the world could use
        a bit more insanity as such...

    "and ask, why not?"



© 2014 Frieda P


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Are you holding a sign in front of the White House...as you put this into action...seems a political out cry in the scheme of things in this write...but I liked the message in the lines...and I do agree with your font this time around...good day...Frieda...smiles...

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

9 Years Ago

Oh whoa, miracles do happen! Ha...thanks muchly Glen, nope just fed up in my living room....
Glen Yumang Manese

9 Years Ago

well then...you're welcome...



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this is a great rant write ...and it is indeed a mad, mad, world in which we live today ...

Posted 9 Years Ago


I think we've become immune to the craziness...every once in a while there is an attempt to rally the troops and make a difference, but it's always short-lived, usually laughed off (in reference to the song above) by the powers that be in the end...the world has grown cynical, probably to the point of no return, and I'm a card-carrying member of that world, a world in which victims are chastised, threats of apocalypse are perpetually wished away, and insane complicity is the new normal...and yet, when I come across a poem such as this, I get the inclination to burn that draft card...it's up to us artists to keep the movement going Mrs.R...for all the 'improvements' that science makes, they aren't really doing the future any favours are they? Change begin in the heart, not in the mind, the answer to Zappa's question, what's the ugliest part of your body? Nuff said...it's in these artworks of yours, and people like you, where that hope still flutters perpetually, and peaceful aspirations are allowed to unfurl...well said love, and needless to say, well-written ;) xo





Posted 9 Years Ago


nice rant Frieda. what's the world coming to? yes crazy sounds like what the doctor ordered.

Posted 9 Years Ago


you know this crap is such a part of our lives we don`t even notice
we watch world news and shake our heads when the same crap is going on
right out side our doors and we don`t believe it could happen to us but one day it will

Posted 9 Years Ago


Well, there isn't much I can add to this piece. Frustrating, for sure, when we feel powerless against injustice after injustice and no end in sight. But all we can do is shovel that little bit of sand against the tide and try, because if we don't believe there is nothing else.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Wow Frieda, this was a super charged rant and it hit all the key points.
Very passionate and thought provoking!

Posted 9 Years Ago


Sometimes it all just overwhelms, but you are right Frieda, we should never close our eyes.

Posted 9 Years Ago


When I turn on the morning news, that's a level of "crazy" that makes me want to scream... I'll take the Poet's Crazy instead... end this on to Washington... and everywhere else...

we walk a fine line when we venture
to close our eyes to life's atrocities
without standing united for mankind's prosperity

And this is our great shame... Well said, Frieda.

Posted 9 Years Ago


JFK's inauguration speech still rings in the ears of so many of us.....so many who believed the world would be peaceful in our lifetimes. We believed prejudice would die and war would end all no child would be hungry. No, not crazy, but perhaps a bit Utopian. Certainly we have learned the hard way many of the dreams we had back then were never going to become reality. Still, we try.....we really do. I don't think my son's generation is as liberal as we were. I liked this one, Frieda. Never stop believing. Lydi**

Posted 9 Years Ago


Blood boiling, time is trust, overshot -let the cross hairs fall, high and to the right, wind-age, between heart beats, a trigger set light, but music is right, not left behind, and your words coagulate , spiderweb ,pushed into the bleeding wounds, slow me to a time of no time, Frieda is stepping, standing tall her pen pointing out reaching light.

Posted 9 Years Ago



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