It seems that every 10 to 12 days or so
my living room faces the force of my manic episodes
sticky-tacking every coloring book image
completed to the walls
rearranging lights in hopes something shines better
I can’t arrange my furniture in a way
that curls me into comfort
molds me interwoven home’s aroma
maybe
the issue isn’t whether the couch belongs
against the left or right wall
or against the wall at all
or possibly
the fact my bed is a place of unrest
it’s probably
my reluctance to unpack the real problems
but I’m too preoccupied trying to change things
that won’t make a difference in the first place
poppy mania
inspired my kitchen
I ordered a red stove
toaster, crock pot and salt and pepper shakers
gorgeous result
full blown mania
the kind you cannot make up
lives with me daily
sensibility
peering
provoking
reponsibilty
embroidering
language
resembling
affectionate
enthusiasm
whilst
weaving
a tapestery
into
obsession
of
affulent
aesthetic
curiosities
of
simplicity
AN OPEN FORM uses spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,& relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input &respond in a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood thus is inherently variable.
Thrust in the centre of the storm
Light and shadows tease
Mulberry trees and butterflies
Reflections of the past
Visions of the future
Prisoners of Poetry
Seven beautiful lines
Swimming in grief’s dance of death
All I could see was you
The echo returns not
A loyal love fades
Its voice unheard
Sleep escaped,
Without a farewell,
She had not the grace
To aspire my light,
She proved to be darker
Than her gaze,
Glaring, glowering,
Glowing with madness,
Bipolar’s destroyer – two sides of the coin
Despair, dread, doubt – depression
Delight, elation, wired – manic
Stages of dark and light,
Day and night,
A breath, a prayer, a silence
Flooded with fire –
Cold, brilliant desire….
Where she kindles a flame,
A feeling, a flavor
Peppered with light,
But pouring out – fight or flight,
Willing the spirit to mute
What is a glorious ruse.
Nadir deceptions in the form
Of acceptance, darkness and light,
Fading into day, then night,
Manic depression – bipolar like
The questions
That come to life
When there is no prescription,
Killing the sparklers
Within my mind, within my brain
Where bipolar is made
From two pieces of a maze,
A labyrinth who prays,
For God’s healing touch,
His endless grace,
Overflowing my cup, bringing
The chance to wake up
From the sleeplessness that pursues
Enemy of His truth,
Insomnia, the ruse!
Righteous cleaning crusade clashes,
Make sure that your mania matches.
All must serve at our behest!
In this unbound purging quest.
Others' motives be assumed,
Adverse dispositions doomed.
Blame, demands, uncaring halts,
Justified by end results.
delusions, illusions,
these random contusions,
idolic notions of
noiseless commotions,
keeps me in motion,
whirling with the gravity
I'm on my knees,
praying what you're saying
I still believe
and if its true
what i really need,
is to be sent away
from family
and friends,
I will contend
but that doesn't mean
it's not right for me,
can't you see
I'm not in control of this body
anymore
restless and sore,
an endless downpour
of emotions, evoke erosions
my sanity, slowly bleeds
leaving me a shell of me
all the while I beg and plead
leave me be, leave me be
I'm fine I'm fine,
you're acting crazy,
not me, can't you see,
I see it all so plainly,
time for me to be set free
from this false reality
with this slice I'll set it right,
clean and quick,
pick it up,
hazy drift,
I'm giving up,
Blasting through the night
Blaze to morn
"Hey there Thunderhead!
Where you going with that storm?"
"To crazy eights!
And jesters wild
I’ll just be gone a while
Or more"
A frenzy in her mind
Fixed rage to rhyme
Don’t waste my time!
She says for hours
Words twirl through
The curly wire
There was wreck down deep inside
Beyond the bounds of mercy
Well lay down Sandy. Lay down
'Cause more people love you than baby birds
You’re a lucky mess I’ll tell you
Are you an angel or a bomb?
You made a liar out of me
You proved me wrong
Now a year has passed and gone
Tell me will you slow down and fall?
You’re gonna raze my faith
And I don’t wanna mind
I wish I didn’t mind at all
Sometimes I am a shadow
Casting images upon a wall
Having no effect on life
A curiosity to all
Sometimes I am a rock
Moved by others pain
At times like this I wonder at the thought
That I am insane
Sometimes I am an animal
Drifting along at whim
Doing things without a thought
Of love of life or limb
At times you think you know me
At times you know you don’t
Just remember I am all me
Even when I won’t
The manic phases – Susan Manley (C) 1985
To lift markets is no mean a gift,
Nor tailor such mania, and so swift,
Nor to raise equal toast,
Shakespeare, Keats, be it Frost,
Taylor Swift still makes a quantum shift!
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Happenings |15.08.2023| limerick, humour
Poet’s note: A few days back we saw Taylor Swift mania in full swing. She had made headlines when ticket sales from her Eras Tour impacted the US economy (yea, reports say so). Some 20,000 fans showed up outside the stadium. Four of her albums were among Top 10 at the same time. Universities offer courses on Psychology of Taylor Swift. I wonder if part of the global warming is caused by this mania!
A Jewel beetle I did meet one day.
What a gem was she with her sparkling way.
Another beetle I’d been pining for . . .
the Mountain Pine beetle was easy to adore.
The Pinching beetle, also as Stag beetle is known.
It’s no wonder that he goes to parties all alone.
The Longhorn beetle has a crazy look.
But he’s no steer. He's one I will never cook!
Goliath beetle had one night a fight
with the beetle called Hercules. Oh, what a sight.
Carpet beetle tripped them by getting underfoot.
She’s the one on whom our money we ought to have put.
The beetle called Feather Horned sure gave me a tickle.
Hide beetle hid from me; that one is so fickle.
The beetle know as Skin was horrible as sin,
always bugging me, yes, she got under my skin.
Water beetle – for swimming has a yen,
I wonder if she gets thirsty now and then.
My favorite of beetles though is sweet Ladybug.
Always so polite, she gives my skin a hug.
March 14, 2023
For Margarita Lillico's Pun Fun Poetry Contest
Sea horse mania is afoot
I see them in my sleep
Thanks to a collector daughter
They prance and neigh
Ridiculous I think
There is loud laughter
A splash from my water glass
Two land on my bedside table
pixilated farm and a castle too
teeny fuzzy boxes of green, red and blue
minecraft fever enticing both me and you
my sheep are wandering, what do I do?
inviting friends now, of course, just a few.
my computer prowess has quickly grew
the grass is green, and the air is azure blue
a pixilated farm and a castle too
Waking up today
What role will I play?
Rambling thoughts, pacing around
My mind is ghost, never to be found
Today is great! My soul will blossom
Oh no, never mind, I'm back to rock bottom
Highs and lows
Excitement and woes
Will this ride ever slow down?
My life is a circus, and I the clown
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