Asylum Poems

Unsure of Cell or Shore: Version 2

We made our padded rooms,
Trampoline parks for a time,
For bouncing off the walls,
As we crash into the side.

Those clouds our leather breakers,
Eroding rolling rows,
Salty tongues to a gobstopper ball,
Cancelling the storm.

Strapped into a jacket,
A hopping biped fowl,
From pterosaur to Christmas baste
Skin golden crisped to taste.

Thrown off the pier a flip,
Does blind the inner ear,
To up

Asylum Ghost Haunting Me

"When pain, rage and screams buried in the asylum of your heart start to poison your heart slowly and surreptitiously, you become a living ghost."    - Anne Winter




Last night I had a dream,
I was a ghost in an asylum, 
So many unheard screams,
Intelligence turned into something dumb and numb. 

I looked at

teddy

I ain't normal, not even close
not even as a child, played with dolls
and paper cut-outs but I always decapitated
them (do you remember mother?)
finding the head of my sister's Clarabell
doll floating in the utility sink in the
basement but my tedddy, my teddy how I beat him
until he came into my young child's dreams to
seek revenge and

Poetry Asylum

As long as I still have ... 

Breath to breathe 
Songs to sing 
Words to write 
Thots to think 

 ... and poems to unveil, 

I shall attempt in simple nomenclator 
to commensurate this tale. 

Simply put.  Life is hell in a nutshell.

INSANE ASYLUM

Insane asylum, oh asylum,
Your walls hum with despair,
In echoes carved by silent screams,
A piece of me is there.

A shard of light, a tethered flame,
Clings to what I used to be,
But shadows rise with grasping hands,
And plead to set it free.

Oh asylum, cruel and kind,
Guard my soul; let it rest,
For if I lose this fractured mind,
Perhaps

Vincent Van Gogh

His life came to a ruinous end
Plummeted into insanity
The red-bearded painter 
With his self-hatred, despair and desperation for understanding
He drank yellow paint thinking it would make him happy 
Locked up in a mental asylum that would shatter any person’s self-belief
Deceived Vincent cut his earlobe in an unforeseen calamity 
But he channelled the awful torment into

The summer rain

It is in the hottest month of April,                                          The hot sun is disappearing slowly,

A healthy dose of invective flourishes at Highland Manor asylum

A healthy dose of invective flourishes at Highland Manor asylum

I hate to be curt,
but welcome to the monkey house
at 2 highland manor drive,
where all manner of imbeciles go berserk.

I and the missus
(thee unfortunate recipient
of poisonous blackened barbed wrath)
more often then not
remain squirreled away
in our one bedroom hovel
designated unit b44.

We desperately search for an alternative abode
ideally,

Sun Sets

It was in the month of March,evening.                                                

Starry Night-Vangogh

Stars twinkling their eyes to see the twilight of amazing asylum

Away In An Asylum

Away in an asylum
No release from his bed
Poor Fred can't escape
The loud voice in his head
 
The medic’s crowd round
By the bed where Fred lay
They admit they can’t help
There's no treatment today
 
Doctors are convinced
He’s not mentally ill
So they cannot assist him
There’s no magic pill
 
The voice they discover
Belongs to Fred’s wife
She’s so overbearing
And causes

Asylum

Born in the broken hut of an old story
he persists as a writing,
as words hammered from his own breath.

There is not enough
of the right kind of madness in the world,
too much reasonableness has led to
an increasing violence.

He spoke as if he knew,
but the writer but scribbled his mind
barely thinking, only persevering.

He arrives in the cradle

Arkham Asylum

Every busy city needs a vigilante,
Every seething cauldron needs a ladle,
Evil lurks in the dark,
It attacks like a shark.

Gotham city needs a defense,
Batman needs a place,
To house the assailant,
To take them away from the city’s terrain

Arkham asylum has held the fort,
Like a rope held taut,
The villain, it has held bound,
As many as could be found.

Some

An Arkham Asylum Triolet

Gotham City’s criminally insane -
like Mr. Freeze, Penguin, and Hugo Strange -
Each definitely had a twisted brain.
Gotham City’s criminally insane
did time in Arkham Asylum in vain.
Did any of them ever see a change?
Gotham City’s criminally insane -
like Mr. Freeze, Penguin, and Hugo Strange.

January 11, 2023
For The Arkham Asylum Poetry Contest 
of  Robert James Liguori

Arkham Asylum

Let the joker rest.

Let the cackles
    of his wicked laugh
     echo
     off stone walls.

Let the Joker’s
riddles go unsolved.
He only thinks
he knows the answers.

Let the inhabitants
ponder their deeds.

Let the residents
see their lives
are one act plays

But streets of Gotham
are safe for now.

Although ill minds
make them do
what

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