Lunacy Poems

Caveman

Civilisation's got me down
taking me to the tail of my tether
driving me round the bend
I'm not going to stick it out
to see where it will end
I'll do my best to regress
back to the stone age
cook on fire paint the walls
sit on rocks keep my cool
do what I have to when nature calls
humanity gets my goat
making

The Lunacy of Language

Ah, words, the lunacy of language
The cackling currency of the confused
Squandered in vain attempt at conversation

Words, the spit balls and snow balls of youth
Sharpened to become the epees of aging
Slashing thrusts rendering opponents silent 

Daggers wielded swiftly in rhetorical deceit
Pretentious pandering of pointless swords
Dancing on the edge of a quiet moment

Words, guttural curses of hurled

their lunacy delights

Tiny but mighty
Moving as if deranged
Their lunacy delights

Madness unhinged
Zipping and zinging
Slivers of tiny bits of lightning

They flick and flitter
Glittering in a way only fireflies can
I chase them with my ready jar

Lunacy

I've always wished to be insane,
to cash in my brain,
and plunge me into the sea
of unhinged lunacy. 

I'd roll around the drain,
block out the sun.
and fall from clouds like rain,
before my day was done.
That's my kind of fun.  

I'd forget earthly concerns,
eat a Diet of Worms,
play peek-a-boo with Moses. 
I'd declare war on Cleopatra

Lunacy

just bright.
enough
of this lunacy.

crazy
eucatastrophe
high light.

landing
on earth’s
reflection.

the moon
said good day
as the son rose.

madly
in love
with the Lord.

just right.
equilibrium
of Eden.

mine is a lively lunacy

Mine is a lively lunacy
at three am
the witching hour

full moon insanity
infecting empaths
magic madness

I lie awake
my ideals walking in harmony
down a dendrite highway of fantasy

The lunacy of language

The words still come
Gather
Vying for attention
Silently shouting
Choose me, choose me
I am the subtle variation
The thoughtful import
You seek

NO…choose me
I am the hook
That will reel them in
Heads shaking
To dislodge
A newly imbedded
Thought

Others think
He’ll never choose us
We are too simple, too plain
Alliterative aliens
Seeking a blank verse savor

Others smirk
Thinking….
He wouldn’t dare use me
My double entendre
Would boggle the minds
Of the one-dimensional

Talk of Joys

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 my teasing's are too much
The Joy of a platonic friend
Is

Void

Mere anarchical obstinacy
Is their sad anthem all over;
Stubbornness steeped in lunacy
Is their sole claim to fame. 

Who can stand their inane guises,
Their thoughtless mouthings tolerate?
Verbiage for verbiage’s sake is their vibe;
Sheer affection for baseless hate.

Lunacy Scream

Written: June 18, 2023

Ekphrasis Edvard Munch Poetry Contest               Sponsored by: Dilly Dally 

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Humanity
is trapped in the spasms
of
lunacy,

technology
lured our wayward hearts 
into
schizophrenia,

humaneness
gone astray in the midst rush 
to self
enrichment,

faith,
a pointless endeavor 
for the
lost;

finally,
vicious realization - life atrophied,
a silent
scream...

 This poem draws inspiration

Lunacy Loo Flies

*** 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 

While she 
Sprang between the limbs of lush trees, 

Bit of Lunacy

Colorization is Angela’s thing
Her purple hair makes her blue eyes zing
there is a spike in her neck
with mini-me, what the heck?
Bit of lunacy makes this photo king!

Lunacy

It’s so quiet I can
Hear the man on the moon
As he trots amongst 
The craters and the dust of
Stars illuminating the vast
Galaxies. 

His name must be Neptune, or
Something astrological, and his
Wife must go by
Venus. 

We are their children, 
Gazing up at them in
The night, forsaking
Them by day. 

They have named me
Scorpio, and I shine and
Radiate

A Glorious Lunacy

I found a stream running down beside a landscape,
chuckling as it splashed. I envy its intimacy with nature.
I tread softly along in dreamy euphoria,
picking flowers and tossing them into the water.
I watched them float and form a quilt of color
until light was purpling, and I felt the keening of ghosts
while a half-moon hid behind 

Lunatic Lunacy

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 very hand and intent of God,
speaks to a cruelty that’s

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