Mad Poems

Mad Prayer of Love

Forgive me , it’s love , I’m falling for you 
My heart can’t disguise
For your sake , I would fight till the skies , with courage aflame 
Through fire I stride .
No fear can conquer , what I feel inside.
They whispers , ‘Such love can never survive’ ,
But what do they know of hearts kept

A Mad Summer Girl

You can call me   "SUMMER"
Anytime!
I’m so fine!  Summer.   Summer     
Sulky
Sultry
Summertime

You can’t call me summer then say, “Fare Well.”
Because, 
you see a golden glimmer in the maple tree
and dry leaves line Lakeside curbs.
Must I retrieve my dreams.......?

So don’t say” Autumn” and end it all.
Just think back on

MAD

Mentally insane person or a wily wise sage?
Alternating between tackling worldly or mystical matters
Diminishing the fine line between madness and genius.

Villanelle: A Serious Matter

"A Serious Matter" is a free-verse-ish or "loose" villanelle.

A Serious Matter
by Michael R. Burch

Listen, love, it’s a serious matter:
I love you better despite the fetter.
I love you madder than any hatter.

Now even though you’re my chains’ begetter
and keep me your slave with that braless sweater,
I love you better despite the fetter.

You say you’re afraid that

Think Mad hatter solving an an a gram

Angels can only do good…
well apart from one obviously
Tempted isn’t one of your 12 sins
So what was his sin
on the morning of star
Loose for a second
See when I begin to believe in me
The anagram doG will be next on my list
And I don’t support satanism
but the lesser of two evils
Does get a bad rap
What did

Either I've Seen You Or I Want To, How Could I Be Mad At That?

The horizon is a blade—
it glints whether I run toward it
or watch it withdraw.
Each dawn splits me open,
spilling a slow trickle of salt,
as if the sea is feeding me to itself,
one grain at a time.

I know the undertow’s handwriting—
it pulls not to drown,
but to measure how far my lungs will stretch.
Even in absence,
the shore presses

It’s February

It’s February
the soft stones
are still hard
among the eaves
clinging to the river






















 

The possession of a mad man is the only terror

It started soft and slowly
With only shallow things
An itch or twitch or swallow
But kindly not from me

The walls would twist and turn at night
And I’d be seeing things
A pillow to hold a choir within
And slowly simple things
Would do more then make me mourn myself
Do more then make me bleed

My chest was heaving rocks and smoke
Thrumming

The Letter Part Two

Uncut Unrevised Version
_____________________________

yeah Girl I forgot. Here it goes .

 guest as they proclaimd her
PitMastering skills.
Bunch of Jive Tsalking folk.
The food was Good not the greatst
just good
I did enjoy the company of one of her
Sisters. we had the raspberry cream and Cake with
the homemade Vanilla Iceceam. That was Grate and special.
At the end of the

Angie

I always had Angie Under My Thumb,
one day I heard her honking her car horn.
What had she just done with her anger,
my candy apple red vette she did Paint It Black.
She was yelling back at me,
You Can't Always Get What You Want.
Now I will Tumblin Dice for release,
my new car is a big mess.
Her blue

Mad at Kraut's

After the matinee war movie, we were hyped,
we weaved through small town streets
dodging imagined Luger waving krauts,
returning fire
with machine gun fingers.

Roger said his granny was Bavarian
and got mad at me when I said
they were all bastards.

Roger’s mother told him
that he was great looking,
that got me mad, my mom never had,
and Roger’s mother was hot.

The talk

We are witnesses to the final act of a mad and incendiary project

We are witnesses to the final act of a mad and incendiary project,
an experiment of a world bound by invisible and shining wires,
the reckless belief that we can always be connected, always alight,
that electric power, like a river of light, can flow unceasingly
for eight billion souls dreaming under the same dark sky.
I imagine how each

LIFE

What is "L"ife all about,
many times I get so mad. 
Should "I" have a doubt,
it can be both good and bad?
Will life turn out right,
even if we make peace and do not "F"ight?
Could the answer be Love, 
making it from up above?
Is it up to you and me,
"E"veryone working together is the magic key.

Mad Little Soldiers

Mad Little Soldiers

It's Shocking To Awake

To The Alarm

When You're Already Marching.

123...

Line Up.

Pwew Pwew Pwew.

-Gray Squirrel

05-21-2025

Mad Dog

It was grandma’s last winter.

I watched her hurry outside
to split enough wood so her old kitchen stove
would burn through the new storm
she felt gathering
along the horizon,
its first eiderdown already afloat
on the twilight
settling over her white garden.

From nowhere
a dog tormented by visions
plunged through the drifts
and laid ahold of her leg.
She hacked half through its neck
and crawled

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