Best Straitjackets Poems

You bite your lips whenever I call your name
with my native accent.
You smile dreamily whenever I look into your eyes;
sometimes I doubt you hear what...

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To my Poetry Soup friends - this was written as a thank
you note for all of your beautiful, uplifting gifts of poetry 
and comments. Your...

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Finally 

Doctor, it's been 7 months 
The MEDs aren't kicking in

My dreams are getting stronger, 
The blood remains to run code red
It's getting harder and...

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Paranoia: short circuit to madness
Walking around freely,
Yet our minds are in straitjackets
All these voices & choices
Will offer mental hazards
Control your action
As thought misfire accident
Check your...

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Human life deserves a platform to unfold
Away from straitjackets of pious scrutiny
Whose eyes, ears and hands feel so cold
They reject freedom and project a mutiny...

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Mental illness affects one in four
Yet we still close the door

Terms- crazy, mad, lunatics, kooks
Let’s confine to history books

Images of Bedlam and straitjackets distort our...

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No more water hosing or truncheons beaten on bare feet,
no nightsticks cracking skulls on Bowery streets.

No cold water straitjackets or rubber padded rooms,
no laudanum doses...

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A few of the famous had their preferences.  Jack
Kerouac went on the road with his Underwood early thirties
portable Royal Standard.  Isak Dinesen, the...

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They orbit long with brief visions of each,
four pitch-lit eyes strike the shapeless hour.
How handsomely becoming is Houdini ‘pon a coward,
and who, really, is he,...

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Sometimes in churlish chains
Fed up with ribald refrains
On my mind inflicting pains and strains

In the morning, afternoon and night
When from life I gain no delight
Sinking...

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scariness), which ill affords this unlucky husband 
to maximize tasting, savoring and relishing every 
sacred moment lest any given instantaneous moment 
find me in dire...

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Dickens Christmas carol revisited by nicked saint

Frigidaire - from upper atmosphere 
hammering and whipsawing debris 
ferociously with an angry flare,
cuz mother nature - fed up...

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In my mind somber sorties unfold
When morbid movements scar a hundredfold.
Normalcy dead, transparency scared
Empathy bearded, intransigence endeared. 

In my mind sordid scenes grow cold
When vulnerable...

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When it comes to rules of etiquette
be warned: Flackmoth’s easily upset.
Most rules are arbitrary, he insists,
promoted by the bored and idle rich
who see themselves as...

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