Best Freud Poems
Sigmund Freud
Father of psychoanalysis employed
Experimented with cocaine, hoping for fame
Instead got congested nose and chest pain
Doctor Sigmund Freud
most surely enjoyed
just blaming the child
for psyches run wild.
It's hedged--but an allegory
Augments the lore in each story
Son Isaac he'd gore
But Abe knew at his core
Zeal with excess has no glory
Author's Note:
I believe the voice of god in the story
is Abraham's conscience.
The bible might just be
the first comprehensive psychology textbook.
It's a string of pearls from people who faced
the same moral and ethical questions we do.
Even a mention of his name is inspiring
The father of the theory of psychoanalysis
And the inventor
of id-ego-superego hypothesis
His profound thinking was instrumental
In shaping movements in art & literature,
Surrealism is solely based on Freudian
concept
Oedipus-complex still is a hot theme
For novelists and men of letters
The first man to dissect dreams
in Interpretations of dreams
and dissociate them from the haze of mythology
Without him we would not have understood
the basis of psychological ailments
For his theory of subconscious
paved way for curing many functional
disorders...
what's he on about?
where did he study?
why do we dream?
what is intelligence?
how can we communicate more effectively?
nature or nurture?
he can't answer any of it
why hasn't he read 'im?
like a poet who doesn't rhyme anything
and has 17 followers online
Mrs Freud
Was quite annoyed
With what Sigmund did
With his id
I seem to have forgotten
the purpose of civilization
we are to animals
as animals are to a basket of forks
C.J. Jung as the UFO pilot
in "Freud Attacks" a talkie
a flaming romp through the hubs of hell
hI kids it’s time for potty training
let's rent a car and take refuge
on the runaway truck ramp
I reached for the emergency brake
got a box of cigars instead
one of the 7 Psychological Wonders
the six others are too hideous to mention
I think we'll need subtitles for this movie
10,000 years of metaphysical illumination
and it's still all work and no play
Where might we find the Way of Fun
although when the black and white keys
all sound at once it still makes me wonder
like tearing your clothes off
at a funeral and jumping on the casket
screaming I've always been ready
OK that's death wish Wonder number 2
apparently life is not a symbol for something else
sponge my brow nurse this is delicate
but is it a subset of something else
as a catalyst to sensation
that's the appetite monster Wonder 3
mom made voodoo dolls from my ****
art is the candle in the skull
I have the power of death she moaned
where language is used to annihilate language
using words as an accusing narcotic
in the holy 4th Wonder of guilt for all things
a lot of ifs in there searching for what's next
tinfoil helmets will be issued
for the car bomb inferno
of the internal saboteur Wonder 5
next a blank diploma emeritus
from the Wewelsburg Engram University
a knife in the Oedipal eye Wonder 6
needless to say the Clinic of Doom
quickly ran out of volunteers
needless to say my chromosomes
cringe under their bed
awaiting a wonderful martyrdom
how did we become radio transparent
and make bargains with man-beasts
I guess a person is as smart
as they want to be
rather than as they need to be
the aid of uncopied ideas never hurts
the act of abstraction is child's play
I feel it my duty to tell you
you can do it in your sleep
but yesterday is gone for good
mourning and loss leave behind
a bed of fragments from Wonder 7
a person incapable of introspection
is a total failure as a human
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/
Trump's Security Clearance is void
And a Florida judge is annoyed
She wanted to see
How Trump's latest plea
Shifts the blame to an FBI droid
The Id
went walking,
The Ego
was talking,
The Super-Ego
cried, "Stop!"
The Libado said,
"Ah, come on
when its done
scream halt."
The Id
went searching,
The Ego
was smiling,
the Super-Ego
cried "Halt!"
The Libado said,
"Ah, fug it!"
So
The Id
did.
~The Bible~
(Freud)
The Bible
Such great book
It's amazing
Make some time
Read daily
Sow good seed
Through its pages
Find wisdom
Best time spent
Instructions
Before we
Leave this earth
God's teachings
Pave your way
In heart stay
The Bible
To follow
Read each day
It has 66
Books in all
Greatest book!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
March.19.2016
Freud Horn Haiku
A superego
Ego along with an id
Compiles complete self.
Jim Horn
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poets/top_100_poets_most_poems_all_time.aspx
The Parliament of Freud
In youth the infernal triad posture and prance
Like the kindergarten of the lower house;
Bit players on the eternal stage of life,
Pawns in the cosmic joust of evolution
Development and decay.
ID pork-barrels the marginal seats, whilst
Ego duns the sleeping ears with rhetoric,
And Super-Ego wrings its hands in despair.
The chattering classes look up with indifference
Before continuing on their way, playing out
Their own little drama on a parochial stage.
Yet at some point in life, wisdom prevails
And the tussle of ID with Super-Ego abates, as
One tempers its selfish demands and the
Other decides she’ll be right, so that
Ego finally gets a grip on reality.
Freud Again Horn Haiku
Three aspects will fight
In combat with each other
No equality.
Jim Horn
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poets/top_100_poets_most_poems_all_time.aspx
Tangent = Sin/Co Sin
= Side opposite/Side Adjacent
Square Root of 3 is 1.732 George Washington's Birthday
Square root of 2 is 1.414
Hypotenuse
Three Angles of a triangle = 180 Degrees
Scalene Triangle = No sides or angles equal
Psychology has crossed the line again.
It was firm, in the sand, but she did not care.
Philosophy rolled his eyes, pretending it was okay.
Incorporating the infraction into a new theory.
Not on my watch! Socrates shrieked. He is the overseer
And as such, he uses only logic, nothing more.
None of that fru fru Freud junk is going to get in his way
Or slow him down or change his mind.
Psychology was chased out onto a highway.
A Mack truck ran over her, but luckily none of the wheels touched her.
She scooted off, running amok, as usual, with her craziness showing.
I hope Freud is proud of himself Socrates said, rolling his eyes.
On a train, my superego, my ego, and my id
saw a beautiful woman on our way to Madrid.
And at my first illicit thought, my superego said, "No!"
And my ego, raising the eyebrows, said, "Oh?"
And my id? My id just did - what my id always did.