Best Lunacy Poems

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I see propaganda. Is it just me?
It’s everywhere – especially today.
To see it now, go turn on your tv.
It’s right there, and it will not go away.

False science;...

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Listening to voices,
living in my head, they
lambaste my troubled mind,
leaving me no peace. I
laugh, cry, scream for them to
let me go! There's no hope.
Life spins out of control.

3/16/17...

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LOVE AND LUNACY

As the universe streams moonbeam vibrations;

Beyond brave blue skies dreams are tossed about.

Clouds linger to infiltrate the threatening calm

Dangerous moons practice divination while waxing or waning

Exuding more or less power,effecting evil attitudes of moods.

Fondness withers as an under-watered rose.

Guises itself as sanity, instability...

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what can i see -- but that which my eyes let me?
what can i hear -- but that which my ears let me?
what can i feel -- but that which my skin lets me?

and within my very sanity;
what can i think -- but that which...

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lunatic's lunacy's not stubborn, stubbornness causes lunacy...

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*** Lunacy Loo Flies ***


Beauuty, in a creature from
Among the most high;
In rythmic song while in her flight 
Witnessng the realities and fancies
Circling the clouds — 
Proud of her ancient, legendary form, gone

lost into that certain dimension of Nature’s 
Blessed  running for all immediacy...

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The ticking, etching the central location
Talking about something
Talking about nothing
To feel
Or not
A thought, a question
Will this dare leave me now?
I can’t see my world it has gone blind
Where I look and to what I find
Passages of time 
Knowing the purpose 
Or not knowing 
Hide it...

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Lunatic Lunacy
 
Let there be no doubt—the human mind is a curious
and most fragile entity in and of itself in all situations.

The border line between sanity and lunacy speaks to
the fate that some of us in our mortal world must face.

A troubled spirit, by the...

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There is meaning in my psychosis
So the doctor said in his diagnosis

Feral smiles from lupine eyes
The yellow moon hangs in the skies

Four white walls, a padded cell
For the mind demented of hell

Mid-day delusions and razorblades kiss
Parchment skin and bloody lips

Monsters lurk inside my head
Hide from...

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Lover’s Lunacy

Ah, togetherness
compressed hearts beating as one
salt water kisses linger.
How can I miss you
wave to you love’s bon voyage
if you will not go away.


8/10/2017

submitted to – Oh how I miss you – poetry contest...

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One day soon 
Like a monkey on a spoon
I shall drink myself a tot of rum and declare myself a loon
Then slowly go a dancing
Empty in my heart
Leaping and a singing 
Through the silent inert dark

A smashing through the streets I’d go
Crying all the time...

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Scream a blaze in passing fashion
tear the velveteen tapestry
of Luna’s anthracite passion
rake nails of rainbow majesty
on the depth of night’s travesty
reveal, revel, shine in the dark 
leave lingering trace of lunacy
for night, oh night, has not the lark.

Contest: Hutain This One
Poet: Debbie Guzzi...

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At the behest of the druid
Camped in my vicinity
I analyse and sanitise the fluid
Whose viscosity flatters the dignity and sanity

Whose circumference and impedance
Exceeds the threshold
I set for the reactance and insistence
Meant to withhold

Uncontrolled leakage of hatred
Unleashed with total abandon
With any venom spread and shred
By the...

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Your beautiful visage envelopes me
In my darkest hours 
I stare into your waxing glow
Can you stay a little longer?
I count the hours each day
Till our next meeting under the stars
So badly do I want to hold you
Why are you so far away?
I know one day...

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A full African figure
Is how I can describe her
The Joy of seeing her
Is it not to be found
In her leaving as they drool
Her face contemplative
And easy grace mixed with charm
A voice tantalizing as she browses
I think she is on Tiktok now..

Fala.. she jokingly calls me
When...

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