Madcap Victorian Horsewomen
Those madcap Victorian horsewomen were super confident
Silly when you realize they were riding at breakneck speeds, sidesaddle
In those day a woman did not know it was okay to wear pants.
The closest thing she could be caught alive in would be pantaloons.
I am staring at the screen years later, wondering ….
Do they break their tailbones when
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Categories:
madcap, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse
Ill Suited For Madcap Twenty First Century World
Ill suited for madcap twenty first century world
One garden variety generic male - the
very writer of these words feels akin
to an anachronism, whereby his being
alive at this juncture within the space/
time continuum (July 29th, 2022 – an
ordinary day) finds me mismatched
with the fast paced civilization – ink comp
passing the greater part of webbed wide
world,
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Categories:
madcap, absence, adventure, america, analogy,
Form: Free verse
Ill Suited For Madcap Twenty First Century World
Aghast at explosive industrialization/
urbanization once sacred wild woodland
whittled away overlain bumper crops
comprising trappings green lighted
supposedly signaling progress unwittingly
overrides avast enclave (teeming with
diverse flora and fauna passively cleared,
dominated, expropriated by dictate of
commercialization, exploitation, fabrication
fueling amalgamation, fabrication, lubrication
oiling cogs and wheels sustaining, murdering
guaranteeing production trumpeted at
expense native flora and fauna acquisition,
cooptation, extermination, gratification
decreed domination *****sapiens usurped
law
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Categories:
madcap, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Elegiac Lyric
Madcap Happiness
happiness, puppy-sweet, lapping at toes. the strumming of sea nymph shells. the laughter of intoxicated friends, slightly tipsy, imbibing in whites and reds, sharing spousal threads and temporarily forgetting the kids, though their eyes drip with tenderness, like honey, as they release the swash of grandchildren pics, ebbing and flowing in the sea of collaborative
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Categories:
madcap, friendship, imagination,
Form: Haibun
My Aunt Joan Was a Madcap
My aunt Joan was a madcap
And she sat down on my lap
When I creaked
She was freaked
Honored me with slime and slap
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Categories:
madcap, fun,
Form: Limerick
Untitled #118 / Speak, Madcap!
Speak! Speak, madcap!
Why do you fidget and laugh to yourself
as you scribble madness on tiny yellow sheets?
But a week ago you laughed with others!
But a week ago you talked with others!
But a week ago you looked at others!
Though I know I am the reason for your pain
have compassion! Please shield
your radiating blackness from the world!
Oh,
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Categories:
madcap, confusion, introspection, life, loss,
Form: Free verse
The Quivive of a Madcap
The amazement of making progress within the captivity of prospective has sour
sliding of reasonless existence. Like talking in a box of profound feelings that
alerts the man passing by with a blocked look on his face. Diving for desperate
vanity that breaks the selfishness of the moment. It makes for a justifiable place
in
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Categories:
madcap, confusion, forgiveness,
Form: Blank verse