Best Hatter Poems
I often think
In darker times
It's pointless toil
Creating rhymes
For what do rhymes
Achieve, and such?
Perfection strives
For words to clutch
Some faint idea
Some headlocked chat -
It smiles, then fades
Like Cheshire Cat
Chasing thought
Down rabbit hole
Succeed or fail
No heads will roll
From bitter world
To jammy tart
Where sweetness lives
In printed heart
No grumpy queen
No neckline threats
Beguiling words
This soul begets
Perhaps, in time
Simplistic notion
Can be transformed
With the right potion
Perhaps, if time
Allows, we will
Through heartfelt words
Our dreams fulfill
Alice in Wonderland
Was my favorite book as a kid
I used to pretend that I was Alice
Having tea with the Mad Hatter
And the March Hare
But now I pretend that I am the Mad Hatter
For my mind is unhinging itself
Breaking away from reality
Till I can no longer recall
What is real and what is a dream
My emotions often get the best of me
But I have learned to smother them
But sometimes like a pot on the stove
It boils over and out
And I can't contain it
My mind is and becomes a freight train
Ramming itself against my skull
At 8, 11, at 1 in the morning
It is constantly running
And it never stops
I can't tell anyone about this
They'll think I'm insane
But what can I say
My mind is my own Wonderland
And I am but just the Mad Hatter
I am the Hatter who is mad, they say.
Gone around the bend in every way.
A loon of the sorts who adores riddles and tea,
drowning in a land of ecstasy.
Come with me now! And please don’t fret!
I’ll show you wonders you will never forget!
I’ll show you heaven, hell and everything in between,
the moon, stars, spiraling galaxies!
A magical realm where nothing is what it seems,
rabbits in waistcoats and a viscous red queen.
My home has an abundance of enchanting food and drink,
when consumed it could make you grow tall or shrink.
I am the the mascot of this terrain.
Everyone knows me by my name.
So, let’s go and take my hand,
to a place that Alice called Wonderland!
I'M SO BUSY
DOING THE THINGS
THAT MATTER
THAT I DON'T HAVE TIME
TO RUN AROUND
LIKE THE MAD HATTER
democratic choice
obama or hillary
meiser and lover
insipired by Alice In Wonderland
Tell me how did I get myself stuck in this dream
A dream I dream every night it seems
And every night is as strange as before.
Have I possibly gone mad?
This must be a dream
It is impossible for animals to talk
For cats to smile
And mice to walk.
I must have gone bonkers!
Oh dear, this is so confusing
Oh how could this be?
Everything is after me
Everyone is chasing me
Oh but wait this is all just a dream.
Everyone here is has simply gone daffy!
Oh look who’s this
This place of wonder has a queen
Oh dear, oh my
She is very mean
She’s feared rather than loved
Face burning blood red
As she’s screaming
“Off with his head”.
Now she is most defiantly mad.
Oh no, not good
The queen is after me
But why
Why now could this be
What did I do
What can I do
To stop her from beheading me?
Oh yes that’s it
I’ll twist the tables ‘round
And now
There’s no place for her to run
Oh it seems I have won
Her time as queen is done
Even her own army is gone.
But oh, I can’t
Not even this life I can end
But alone the rest of her life shell spend
Banished without a friend.
That would drive any person mad.
I have learned through this peculiar journey
To believe the impossible
Open up your mind
Open your heart as well
And soon you’ll find
Animals talking
Roses painted red
Careful now
Try not to loose your head
So dream your dreams
Wish upon a star
I may be mad as a hatter
But hey
The best people are.
When you are mad, please do right
Tell Bitterness and Anger to run and take a Hike.
Life is so short, karma can't make you rich
Just ignore every mean and evil witch.
Even when you are mad, please do right
the person that hurt you, by the way,
will need you again, before the end of the day.
Try not to live to pay somebody back
that's no way to live, just stay on the heaven's track.
Always take the peaceful way,
love, peace, and joy, are all okay.
To every bitter angry Mad Hatter, let love splatter
no need for a frown, remember a smile is a frown upside down
Even when you are mad, please do right!!!!!
When Alice first met the Mad Hatter
He stole her pure virtue with flatter
Since then Alice hid
Of men she was rid
But as for the Hatter, he’d had her
August 29, 2020
For Tania Kitchin’s “Limerick Fun” poetry contest.
Used howmanysyllables.com
9-9-5-5-9
The birds had returned some time ago,
From whence it happened my love did flow.
Cupid's bow had long-since retired,
And Summer's warmth bequeathed no desires.
Bitter days stretched on without Nightingale tune;
Days I remembered to search for you
Bore clement tedium in conjunction with blues.
If you were the saint, I was made your shoes.
Always close, always warm, as Winter did we forlorn.
This mountain sings of freedom and the trees lean in to whisper;
Tell me as Summer drew near,
Neither did I grow cold without you,
Nor become mad as a hatter,
As you were lead in the brim of fashionable leather,
All things fall out of fashion, no matter the weather.
This day Fall arrived prematurely,
And the Winter posthumously forbade,
But nothing could change this reversal
Of Winter closeness falling into Summer's tepid rehearsal.
The weather called for a change of intimacy
For our combined heat, I cannot bear
The sun's bitter rays wreath the world in red hues,
I need a new hat to return me to my habitual blues.
We're all mad in the end,
No matter which end we choose.
Frankly my dears, I had never met a mad hatter in real life
He claimed to be the maddest for he was angry with his wife.
I tried to listen, but he was totally unreasonable with me.
Insisting he was too angry to listen, he was belligerent you see.
I tried to get away, but he never stopped talking.
I know it’s not polite, but I finally ran away from his squawking.
Have you met the maddest hatter? Someone asked the next day.
Yes, I have I admitted, and I quickly got away.
Medieval Tweedells
falling Alice trial and error
Fickle Corea funk.
We are madder than the hatter
Seeking refuge in words
Enticing souls comprise
Sharing emotion
We feel deep in inside
Well...
Maybe just some
this Democratic Party affiliated member i.e.
considered (with an eye blink)
positing the following blurb
for a very short while
asper the "FAKE" trumpeting
oaf fish shill offal
continuous, indecorous,
and poisonous barbs doth re vile
me, an anonymous middle aged
concerned citizen at thee...reptile
no...no...that, would
unfairly debase creatures such as
snakes, lizards, turtles, or alligators,
whose aggressive acceptable modes,
one expects tubby non servile
thus in my mind hiss non diss incriminating
cruel, fiendish, gallingly jawboning
mawkish philistine (YES,
I MEAN YOU DONALD Quisling TRUMP)
figuratively roasting
respectable people analogous
to rake them over hot coals
then, burn them at the stake,
which witch trial characters assassination
with point blank expletives
found an introspective chap (yours truly)
responds to broadcast
unflattering sentiments,
albeit swiftly tailored harried, yup,
yar...obnoxious fulminations rile,
said brief explanation motive enough
(occurred within a split second)
after gleaning most recent denigrating,
hurtful, lambasting puerile
verbal and/ or twittering outbursts
(MOST DEFINITELY) unstatesmanlike
at least to me: a circumspect enlightened
genteel individual kind nattering
nabob of nativity, who feels alarmed
at venal wickedness by thee ->
President Trump spluttering, smoldering,
slandering gallimaufry
predicated predictable awfully banal,
cringeworthy diurnal,
and fiercely hurt locker ful invective bile
perhaps indicative of dementia praecox
or smother mental illness,
ye would immediately refute,
and be in din aisle.
insane musing
the mad hatter's scarlet letter
glows in his tea
swirls of what will come
swirls of what will be
history wrote on leaves
spicy, cinnamon with cream
two cubes of sugar please
drink up now
it's all a prophecy(C)MJR 2010
THE BALLAD OF CARLIN 2Fingers Mad Hatter Williams
Oh, allow me;
To tell you a story;
Bout a little toddler named;
Carlin Williams;
He’s a boy;
Carshra and Nathaniel's joy;
Some call him
2fingers Hat Matters;
Why you ask;
Cuz, he’s got more hats, than the Mad Hatter;
And if you’re at the kitchen or dining room table;
Don’t git up, or he’ll eat all of your vegetables?
Oh! And not only just that;
He’ll dare you to come back;
He’ll finish his plate first;
Then give you a dirty look;
As he’s finishing your desert;
Some call him;
2fingers Hat Matters;
While sucking on his two-fingers;
His cute button eyes, dares you to come hinder…
He has a hat for every purpose;
Ooh, and all that curly hair not an Afro, it’s just natural,
Why you ask,
What he sucks his fingers for,
Maybe his tooth itches…suck, suck, suck,
Maybe he’s sucking the remains of chocolate candy,
Maybe he’s sucking off salt from the butted pop-corn,
Or maybe he just wants to rub his salivated wet fingers on ya!!! LOL!.
He’s a boy
Some call him eatM up, some say don’t leave your plate on the table;
Or when you come back, won’t be nothing left;
He ain’t no Mikey whose know for not eating his food;
Carlin eat his first then will be eating yours too:
He’s a boy;
Carshra and Nathaniel's joy;
Some call him;
2fingers Hat Matters;
Why you ask;
Cuz, he’s got more hats, than the Mad Hatter;
And if you’re at the kitchen or dining room table;
Don’t git up, or he’ll eat all of your vegetables?
Oh! And not only just that;
He’ll dare you to come back;
He’ll finish his plate first;
Then give you a dirty look;
As he’s finishing your desert;
You see this toddler under three
Is the Grandson of PaPa James Edward Lee (Sr.)
10/4/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019