Short Hatter Poems
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We are madder than the hatter
Seeking refuge in words
Enticing souls comprise
Sharing emotion
We feel deep in inside
Well...
Maybe just some
Words we write sometimes do matter:
"Each candidate's like a mad hatter"
So please Trump and Hill
Take a suicide pill
We dislike the former and latter!
Now that election results are in
Did anyone you voted for win?
Why does it matter ?
Asked the Mad Hatter..
Provocateurs they have all been...
For Carolyn's contest...
8/29/2023
Ah~ write couplets, and no, nothing more.
Then~ prance smugly out my front door?
No, no, I just cannot do simply that!
Will be crazed as a hatter, who lost his hat!
What if the mad hatter is not mad at all?
This was asked by two people I met in the hall
What if he is the sane one, and crazy are we?
I thought about it a second and said “make that three”.
All these young rebels get way too much press
for causes and movements they loudly profess
So, as an aging hipster, a resurgent Mad Hatter
I announce the formation of 'Gray Hair Matters'
At his mad tea party; the Mad Hatter
climbs on the table braking cups and plates
provoking Alice, while in the patch the red ace
of hearts is bating Cheshire the blue chatter.
8/16/2021
Crazy hatter rode a fluffy sheep to London Town
Ready to create hats for everyone all around.
His subjects were excited, thrilled, tickled, and wound.
For they had never had a hatter in London Town.
Trump Looks Like Laughing Matter
Trump does look like a laughing matter,
And he appeared to be a mad hatter;
Lead that commands,
With small hands;
On his train to destruction will hop on.
Jim Horn
Hate it when people say I'm “over the hill”
Haven't reached the hill yet, age is just a matter of will
Like mind over matter
Don't be a mad hatter
Just skip, jump and sing ditties bout love and roadkill
Hate it when people say I'm 'over the hill'
Haven't reached the hill yet, age is just a matter of will
Like mind over matter
Don't be a mad hatter
Just skip, jump and sing ditties about love and roadkill
Really hate it when people say I'm “over the hill”
Haven't reached the hill, age is just a matter of will
Like mind over matter
Don't be a mad hatter
Just skip, jump and sing ditties bout love and roadkill
insane musing
the mad hatter's scarlet letter
glows in his tea
swirls of what will come
swirls of what will be
history wrote on leaves
spicy, cinnamon with cream
two cubes of sugar please
drink up now
it's all a prophecy(C)MJR 2010
apprehending apologies
aplolgize for demise
call your maker
who made you
who made who
something made
that bed got made
run with me jadedly
mad hatter effects
affected me
affection
has
been
noticed
apprehending apologies
?
I don't really try to fit in
not that it often matters
but when people are next of kin
and glare like I'm the mad-hatter
it makes my thoughts all scatter.
Then not knowing what to say,
(“No explosions, dear Lord”, I pray)
I go and empty my bladder.
He is not THE mad hatter, but rather the tea pouring mad hatter.
What is the difference? I asked. The ghosts made a clatter.
He’s crazy like the other, but he does not incessantly chatter.
And he pours tea into soups, sandwiches, and raw chocolate batter.
Crazy, Psycho, Mad,
Craziest we have ever had,
Tall hat,
Matted hair like a rat,
Speakes in riddles,
With everything he fiddles,
Hands constantly moving,
Brain fast-moving,
Tea's his fav,
About everything he'll rave,
Why is a raven like a writing desk?
It's as simple as this.
I love you.
Nothing will Change that.
Nothing will break that
Nothing will hatter that.
It's the truth.
Always will be.
I hope you dream of me,
as much as I dream of you
I will always be there for you
That is my word
~For Alexz
Form:
They may mock me, but soon they shall see
I never wanted them to simply agree.
I don't have to always be right, not necessarily.
I just want them to realize all this time I could see
The truth of the matter in this reality
And the lies they impose upon us inhumanely.
When Alice first met the Mad Hatter
He stole her pure virtue with flatter
Since then Alice hid
Of men she was rid
But as for the Hatter, he’d had her
August 29, 2020
For Tania Kitchin’s “Limerick Fun” poetry contest.
Used howmanysyllables.com
9-9-5-5-9
The poem I dreamed last night
this morning has disappeared
like Alice's Cheshire Cat.
It seemed to vanish line by line
leaving me somewhere between
a Hatter and a Hare,
and they're both mad you know.
We're all mad here~
we must be or we wouldn't have come
to this Wonderland of Words.
A.J has rainbow hair
a pierced nose
tattoos on her forehead and forearms
her clothes are outrageously strange
she looks madder than the mad hatter from Wonderland
Her grandmother welcomes A.J. with a huge smile.
Come sit in my pew! She urges her.
Glad to see her in church
Loving that she came.
The mad hatter thinks i am insane
God doesnt take credit for me he looks at me with disbelief with a dodo at his side
Sunlight fears my touch
Rain comes from within
Clouds class me as a close friend
Making my brain go to the place it cannot find
Words hiding in the pages
and emotion dies before your eyes
Things that matter.
Not useless data.
Unlest without your behest.
Cooked up by the NSA.
And the Mad Hatter.
In the end all is just chatter.
Trying not to shatter.
Either by pity patter or splatter.
If I had my druthers bruthas (and sistas).
I'll take the latter.
Organize or scatter.
What a fashionable day to be in Wonderland!
quaffing a piping mug of peppermint tea
clamped into my manic hands
sprinkled in three spoons of
that sticky, drippy powder of craziness
with a side of derangement tarts
served on a golden platter
all I need to balance my appetite
for keeping my soul content
with this fairy tale madness!