Madness Poems

Cruising these residential Sunday
streets in dry August sunlight:
what offends us is
the sanities:
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Lo! 'tis a gala night
Within the lonesome latter years!
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In veils, and drowned in tears,
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In a dark time, the eye begins to see,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;
I hear my echo in the echoing wood--
A lord of nature weeping to a tree.
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Hence Burgundy, Claret, and Port,
Away with old Hock and madeira,
Too earthly ye are for my sport;
There's a beverage brighter and clearer.
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Who are these? Why sit they here in twilight?
Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows,
Drooping tongues from jays that slob their relish,
Baring teeth that leer like skulls' teeth wicked?
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Light is more important than the lantern,
The poem more important than the notebook,
And the kiss more important than the lips.
My letters to you
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(You say) It is not love, it is madness
My madness may be the cause of your fame
Sever not my relationship with you
If nothing then be my enemy
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Unfunny uncles who insist
in trying on a lady's hat,
--oh, even if the joke falls flat,
we share your slight transvestite twist
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Let us have madness openly.
O men Of my generation.
Let us follow
The footsteps of this slaughtered age:
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Reubens, river of forgetfulness, garden of sloth,
Pillow of wet flesh that one cannot love,
But where life throngs and seethes without cease
Like the air in the sky and the water in the sea.
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Out of the mid-wood's twilight
Into the meadow's dawn,
Ivory limbed and brown-eyed,
Flashes my Faun!
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With a love a madness for Shelley
Chatterton Rimbaud
and the needy-yap of my youth
has gone from ear to ear:
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Your hidden jellylike fleshes irritate
My little warm brother
Embracing your inner organisms
Authenticating the friendliness
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The dawn of Tigris soaks with burnt blood
Clamps every soul
Allures every moment of grilling madness
Each dropp of boiling tears
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Dusk chasing the lazy dawn
Sounds of angry skies deafening
Lightning, like a giant snapshot
Blinding your eyes to madness
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the illusion is that you are simply
reading this poem.
the reality is that this is
more than a
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This much, O heaven—if I should brood or rave,
Pity me not; but let the world be fed,
Yea, in my madness if I strike me dead,
Heed you the grass that grows upon my grave.
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Oh, my love
If you were at the level of my madness,
You would cast away your jewelry,
Sell all your bracelets,
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At the noisy end of the cafe, head bent
over the table, an old man sits alone,
a newspaper in front of him.
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I can't have it
and you can't have it
and we won't
get it
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Start the despicable madness,
A twisted game of pure madness,
Where the rules are ever changing,
And sanity is constantly fading.
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Madness awaiting upon the pulpits
A scene of chaos, a world in tumults
The congregation sits, their minds adrift
Lost in the words, in a frenzied rift
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Even in madness, I still believe
In a world of chaos, I won't deceive
My heart carries hope, my spirit is pure
For even in darkness, I'll find a cure
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In parks and on buses,
in taverns, on the streets—
madness spills like cheap wine,
staining the lips of the world.
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winter poetry method

colourless colour no colour colour of winter colour untitled no names only nature flows no evonomist no mad method in madness of metjod in madness in method in madness
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Where is the song of the birds
On this mid summer morn of madness
Where is the smell of warming earth
and the farm animals cacophony?
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misty gaze in haze of maze in madness of civilization in methodlessness of human condition
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There is always madness in love. There is always no reason in this madness. Love can fly from Paris to Baluch Mess Abbottabad only to have a cup of tea. Truth is that Love is blindness. Love is madness. Love is sweetness
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I am not absolutely pessimistic
About everyone and even
About everything
Around us anytime,
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Anger and madness are relatives
Anger and madness are deadly twins
Anger and madness are brothers
Anger and madness have a very close
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