Best Leary Poems
Madness, the Hatter blinks.
Madness, Oz's link.
Repercussions of concussions.
Madness was Portnoy's complaint**,
Madness must reciprocate!
Hallucinations filter by....
Leary* winks at Dali's eye.
A house lands on Dorothy's thighs...
Chicken Little wanders by.
"Madness," Hitler's honcho’s sneer.
Madness splices genes with fear.
"Lobotomize!" becomes the cheer.
Kellogg’s* enema's find waiting rears.
"Are you the ass? Or is it me?
Have I ears and a nose? What do you see?"
"Hehawww," said Pinocchio's friends.
"Heeehaw," said Darwin* back again.
Round and round went Steven Hawkings*.
"Madness," said Lenore's raven* squawking.
"Madness," said Einstein* in a blink.
"Reciprocate!," said the missing link.
Reference Poem Knock Knock by The Archaic Poet - topic madness
* Art by Salvador Dali
* Portnoy's Complaint by Phillip Roth states
if you know you are crazy than you must be sane.
* Timothy Leary explored LSD and other hallucinogenic drugs.
* Kellog [of cereal fame] proposed enema's as the cure to
all health ills, plus loads of sex!
* Darwin proposed man evolved from apes.
* Edgar Allen Poe was mad when he wrote The Raven.
* Einstein had aspergers syndrome a type of
* Steven Hawkings is a wheelchair bound scientist who autism.
extrapolates on the edge of mathematical reality.
FATE IS SEALED
This road I've walked before
I should know it so very well
Because it opened up a door
One that lead straight to hell
I met a rider upon a dark steed
He asked me what's my pleasure
Then wondering if there's a deed
Or if perhaps any kind of treasure
Said I could be rich,even famous
Play the best guitar ones heard
Maybe I'd like the luck of shamus
Yes I could even sing like a bird
He asked me so many questions
After each I replied with "No"
wondered if I had any suggestions
Which I told him yes to just go
told me my wish was granted now
He'd be back in 10 years to collect
collect I ask and he just said wow
I should show him a bit more respect
Laughing said he just bought my soul
Confused I told him of my concern
Said should spend my time whole
laughing he said in ten I'll burn
Deja vu I hear beating hoofs again
There upon his steed silky smooth
Smiling he said shall we begin
I smiled telling him slow your groove
Confused he asked what was I up to
Said your the cross road demon right
Looking Leary said yes thats true
I said my dads the prince of night
Moral of this story if one was to be had
Always know with whom you do deal
As they should, so none can be mad
Never know it may be your fate you seal
U nderstandably pleasing everyone is not possible. She wrings her hands
f or even under the best of circumstances, those who wish to take
o ffensive will, ranting and raving, howling at the moon, ****-kissing
A ny plastic image stuck to a dash-board, paying the piper.
r eally, is it any wonder hellicopter head lights are taken for
e rrant space ships, even Ezekiel saw a flying wheel
S uspended within a wheel, and we all know, the Bible is the word
o f God. Are you going to argue with that
R easoning? really? like well, just because Leary was on acid
e ven Hindi yogis saw levitating laghimas
a nyway, she says wringing her hands
l believe in them!
Madness, the Mad Hatter blinks.
Madness, Oz's link.
Repercussions of concussions.
Madness was Portnoy's Complaint*,
Madness must reciprocate!
Hallucinations filter by
Leary* winks at Dali's eye.
A house lands on the wicked witches thighs.
Chicken Little wanders by.
"Madness," Hitler's honcho’s sneer.
Madness splices genes with fear.
"Lobotomize!" becomes the cheer.
Kellogg’s* enema's find waiting rears.
"Are you the ass? Or is it me?
Have I ears and a nose? What do you see?"
"Hehawww," said Pinocchio's friends.
"Heeehaw," said Darwin* back again.
Round and round went Steven Hawkings*.
"Madness," said Poe's raven* squawking.
"Madness," said Einstein* in a blink.
It drive me crazy just to think!
"Reciprocate!," said the missing link.
* Art by Salvador Dali
* Portnoy's Complaint by Phillip Roth states
if you know you are crazy than you must be sane.
* Timothy Leary explored LSD and other hallucinogenic drugs.
* Kellog [of cereal fame] proposed enema's as the cure to
all health ills, plus loads of sex!
* Darwin proposed man evolved from apes.
* Edgar Allen Poe was mad when he wrote The Raven.
* Einstein had aspergers syndrome.
* Steven Hawkings is a wheelchair bound scientist [has autism]
he extrapolates on the edge of mathematical reality.[Really!]
If need be Norbert you could now
The asphyx of my flowers plough-
The silence of your boom aswell
Would hyde within my tree so well.
And in this ill of looking glass
As is assumed to all that pass,
I’d reach inside my top and cry,
‘Oh Leary, what a thing am I?’
In May I joined in a collaborative write
with Jan Allison about a bi-polar bear
Since then the furry marine mammal
Has been treated at Arctic Health Care
Here is an update that may interest you
After six months of meds and therapy
Her symptons are even worse than before
She's being tracked; for her it's a tragedy
Lady polar bear roams the Arctic plains
feasting on ocean fish and baby seals
She goes on a rampage when hungry
A carnivore doesn't like missing meals
She loves to dive into frigid waters
from floe to floe, she paddles til weary
searching for the most protective cave
to hibernate. Beware of her and be leary
Lady bi-polar bear met a mate to her liking
and soon she'll become a brand new mama
While she hibernates with a baby cub or two
I'll fly to the Andes, in search of a lovely llama
The original collaboration from May 2017:
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/bi_polar_bear_collaboration_with_lin_lane_901528
There is no right way...
there are only wrong
ways – there is no
Luke-warm love, for
love is not a portion
nor temperature...not
a two-step – but a toward
You Step. And we know love
when we see it...let it
happen~yes, free it!
Too often we flee it;
failures leave a lasting
mark – making us Leary
of future spark – once a
flame ignited, and then
smothered out, can leave
a nasty ash; better to make
the dash~yes, run. Before
the heart is barbecued~
overdone....
But no one has ever won
if not a wager on the board
of life – just ask my very
wise wife – who made a purse
out of a sow's ear...her headlight
on my deer.
As I lay listening to the steady thumping of his heart,
I can't even begin to explain how much he has become a part
Of me of my life of my heart
It began at the very start
My mind drifts away
When we first met on that day
His eyes his smile his outspoken yet quiet way
God I love him what more can I say.
Time has passed altho still only a bit
My heart beats for him louder and doesn't quit
Sometimes my tummy still gets butterflies fluttering in it's pit.
I'll love him forever you can
believe that .
I was so guarded so leary of feeling
My heart was on the mend but still only slowly healing
Little did I know it wouldn't be long and that heart he'd be stealing
My love would be showing brightly revealing
Tonight as we sit here in our home peaceful and content
The days roll by the happiest I've spent
No limbo no drama no one hell bent
Breathing deeply thinking how blessed I am that this is how my life went
After all my struggles and setbacks
The sleepless nights and all that my day lacked
I'd change nothing from this day back
For life wouldn't be the same my heart would still be black
My days are now some of the best I've had
Even the ones that border on sad
I wake up each mornibg now happy and never mad
Life is will remain good to hell with the bad
He is a soldier through and through
Serving our country abroad unselfishly
He is brave but not without caution of view
He must be strong yet very leary
Serving our country abroad unselfishly
Aware of enemies unforeseen by him
He must be strong yet very leary
They hide among his surroundings of dim
Aware of enemies unforeseen by him
He moves with stealth to help protect you
They hide among his surroundings of dim
He walks perimeters with focused fear of few
He moves with stealth to help protect you
They watch with harmful, cruel intentions
He walks perimeters with focused fear of few
They'll pounce with chance of intervention
They watch with harmful, cruel intentions
He is brave but not without caution of view
They'll pounce with chance of intervention
He is a soldier through and through
Maggie Mae McAfee
My prankster, older son, came home from college, just the other day.
He saw such great possibilities, in how, he, with the Trolls, could play.
Now, you must remember, my son, has always been, a tad bit wild.
But, he truly is a charmer, when he has a new brainchild, compiled.
The Postman had been so Leary of dropping off mail, with the Trolls about.
So daily, I would greet him, explaining, they were really harmless, big old louts.
And I complained a little, of the time spent, to convince him, back at the house.
So my son took up the cause, yes, he was actually going to try to help me out.
Each day, he got the mail, I was so proud that he was trying to solve my plight.
He said he had an idea, which he would try, the last day in town, to set it right.
Of course, I believed him, he was my son, and I felt such pride, as he drove away.
Then I waited for the surprise, he’d set with the Trolls, to make everything OK.
The postman made his rounds, as usual, until he came toward our house.
Then he shot off like a rocket, which was truly outward bound… the louse.
So I ran out to catch him, for in his hurry, he’d forgotten to drop off my mail…
But he was so fast that I missed him… so back to the house I did sail…
In front of the garage… sat 3 Trolls in bib overalls in their rocking chairs.
Across their laps lay shotguns, yes, the really heavily gauged ones…
And there before my eyes were crickets playing banjos all around…
With ‘Deliverance’, the song they’d used, to make that mailman bound…
But don’t worry; I got even with my prankster son… To end this tale…
The next time he ask for money… I said… the check is… in the mail.
1st place in the Contest: Smile Your on Candid Camera
That half grown chrysanthemums/
Stirring up like accuser's.
Life is compared with what two things ?
Which do you think is the richer more revealing comparison ?
Poets use many symbols/
Geese flying south can be a symbol,
Of that of approaching winter/
Heart's symbolize love,
In this brief expanse we call life,
One may want to cry out in a revolt ?
Other's simply take in a breathe of fresh air/
Ponder that many other's that don't even care ?
We all must become united in this great cause !
Not to use this concept loosely/
Yet to humbly ponder a thought,
What do you all think tells a more detailed story ?
The poem or the picture ?
Love can grow out of a billowing cry/
Perhaps a cut nor a mere stye in the eye ?
The seventies had embarked on this journey/
Not to mention that of Timothy Leary ?
This took us to a vast opened door !
To break on through to the other side/
Lest I emplore,
Still we have every bit of reason in which to grasp/
That lattice decor to that shine on the asp,
A sweet juice filled with fine honey nectar/
The future resources,
Allow the creative poet/
To begin to explore the valley of much more !
In gaining the proper word/
Fresh out of the Autumn air !
Better to be bold in battle
then benign in retreat!
No victory comes from actions prattle;
May honor be found in refusing defeat -
My vaults will not be breeched
by faults,
may we have a merry waltz
devoid of all unsavory salts,
this of you I have beseeched -
On this table we have met to render fable
rich as ancient Babyl,
heralds of ancestral heros and our forces' label,
bulwarks raised above this field's haze, stalwart gaurds strong and poised,
daunting sounds of ritual carols, the primal ones that spirits praise,
what is this match but a moment for atonement,
trite tribute and humble homage if you wicked will foment,
my battalions and I are stolid, faithful, our souls not being rent,
the birds in sky like personal medallions signify for we, victory is meant,
in the center sentries stood,subterfuge, lethal blows I knew you would,
a Queen as envoy repelled rudely, religiously crude as you brood,
armistice you will seek knowing bleak the future be,
like battered egos quiet speak,loosing strength,you shall weep and sneek
to snatch the proud prey from eagle's beak, your pommel being sweaty sleek,
terrified of the Promeathean peak, of my glory you may peek,
The mellow march of my bagpipes,a pallid pitch that makes men creep
they like leary sheep my wolves will eat,
must you trust a God of glutton lust,and savor his decree,
of Athena I have asked,athwart this army made by brass,
as broken glass shattered fast it shall yeild to Her Mass,
shaken soldiers running past, your eyes will cry the slaughters vast,
pray not in vain to block our rasp, or for this fauna you'll be mast,
my blood as Emperor say you crave, oh how brave,
like a slave made the day his grave was paved,
such a man is never saved,
J.A.B. Part One -
counter culture
damn antidisestablishmentarianism
one, two, three, four
we won’t fight your
stinking war
social revolution
if you
can’t be
with the one you love, love the
one you’re with, flower children unite
sex, drugs
rock’n roll
Timothy Leary, acids dreams, government schemes
Brave New World, Nineteen Eighty Four
The Greening of America, Money, money, money
Hell no, I won’t go, the underground railway
Oh Canada, refuge’s heart
One small step for
man, one giant leap
for mankind
Contest: TWENTYNET
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
Have I blocked out every trauma
Is it real or subconscious drama
I ask myself if this is amnesia
have I suffered an infarct or seizure
So many things I have suppressed
things that need to be addressed
lingering memories of molestation
perpetrator's without incarceration
Who is accountable for these horrific crimes
if the memories are embedded and confined
how do we investigate that which we obliterate
the mind has built up walls that we can't penetrate
Is my mind protecting me from indecencies
the thoughts are never ending ceaselessly
I try to bring them to the forefront, concentrate
close my eyes in a dark room and I meditate
Do I dare undergo some hypnosis
or have I acquired some psychosis
why can't I recall or commemorate
I'm unable to decipher or disseminate
I acknowledge and eternalize the existence
but why is my consciousness full of resistence
why doesn't it allow the memory to release
so that my whole mind could be at peace
I emerge and deliberate into deep thought
the criminals must be apprehended, caught
this is a battle that I've consistently fought
justice is what I have diligently sought
There must be some lessons learned
so that others will not be burned
parents please be leary of your friends
they may be hiding some unspeakable sins
Shifty was my friend
Shifty was my lover
He lived not to very far
A day's drive in a car
Empty promises were his
But let me tell you this
When he lay beside me
Not another would I see
His caress and touch
Gave me such a rush
Puddles and pools
Like to intertwined fools
Moans and cries
The neighbors none to wise
Aroma of sex in the air
None could compare
To Shifty my pride
My legs open wide
Shame I dare say
Was never our way
The blush colored glasses
Naked romps in the grasses
Love or lust
But who could I trust
My body said go
Shifty never said "No"
Shower I must
To prepare for his thrust
Goodnight to the weary
Love hard don't be leary.