Madmen Poems - Poems about Madmen

Marmalade madmen advertising butter and bread, tasty orange sweet, with a smile complete. Spreading the marmalade, thick greeting of lips, lopsided and listing, opening orbs. Jingjing Li, sectioning, slicing jars, supercilious- naughty, rolling right side and upside down - smiling. Fruity and delicious, toothy. Bitter and delicious tongue treat. Bergamots, citrus pucker ups. Yes, please. ...

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Machines With Madmen Groaning Machines with madmen groaning above me at 10 thousand feet, Grumbling and growling like maniac sky monsters slurping on bloody prey, Those steel dragons of yore spewing fire and corpses into the excesses, Like Rodan and Godzilla maiming each other in the frozen spasming countrysides, Giant crazed beasts reciprocating the deafening overtures of contrived violences, Contrived annihilations,...

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Who are the masters of illusion? Deep Staters, lobbyists, think tanks In collusion. Brought to you by big business ads and the news, and the Father of lies. The ones really making popular culture decisions, trend bending, puppeteering, racketeering, engineering our demise. Provided, cover, like chemtrails in the skies. What demons are behind the madmen, on the "scene", and on the rise. That...

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I miss something I've not seen for a while; once it used to magically appear. It had the power to dry any tear; able to both mesmerize and beguile. I'm speaking of a spontaneous smile that has been erased by worry and fear. We live in precarious times of hate, where children shoot their classmates with a gun. And despite all the tears,...

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How am I to know What’s wrong with my own mind The moodiest madmen can’t go And understand my kind Just exist is all I do My maladies stay unnamed And as the wildest creatures too My thoughts remain untamed I write nonsense words and crazy scrawlings Only I can decode But through all the madness and sudden bawling My mind will never unload...

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Poem of “M” Madmen Make Millions Madmen make millions Money mills manage the most Mind a moody man on the moon Meek morons miss many moths Music mediates with mental myths My mother mixes milk and melons Maria Marcus must be Mrs Martin Maymays may maze by a map Mocked man must mourn more Mute mode meant to be minimum Minorities meet most mornings Malls mean...

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Millennial Madmen We are the crazy and we are mad, Give me your broken and give me your sad. The united flawed a beautiful mess, The brilliantly odd an absolute guess. Millennial Madmen writing the news, Volcanic dark stars are boiling brews. The eye of the other seeing much more, Adventuring lovers that we adore. These sensitive souls will die for a cause, The...

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Motivated by prejudice And egged on by Devilish intent, Men flew birds of destruction Eagerly to take innocent lives, Now hold us captive to their madness...

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Lavender candles in the lull of applause, Overture that begins with only strings. Vixen of the opera besets this pause, Ever so gently she produces her wings. In the middle of her highest note, Suddenly a phantom pirouettes down. Bows on stage and seizes her throat, Usurping the mistress in her gown. In the uproar of this giant upheaval, Lust wrought it's wrongs upon...

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