Short Hatters Poems
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What the Loo Cleaner Saw:
vicars'
knickers
hippo's
nipples
bidders'
skidders
hatters'
splatters
farters'
garters
written 22nd October for Jan's Footles contest
Mad as hatters, fed on matters
Older than, mercury and time,
Reflects the way we were made
By nervous webs, being spun
Deep inside Minerva's mind;
Like the way, we came of age
In misty mornings, spent reflecting
On our losses and our gains.
the Halloween dance of the witches and such
Was attended by those who love it very much
There were skeletons and goblins, ghosts galore
All kinds of costumes, no dancer a bore.
They danced around a bonfire, witches and all
Frankenstein and Dracula, gnomes but a foot tall
Ghosts filled the sky, there were mad hatters too
As far as I know they danced in the morning ‘til two
"Wild Oats, Steel Cut"
Words like food
can become an addiction
it’s in the swallowing
that the story
consumed like
some feast
laid out at the
Hatters Table
poured into
kidney pans
returns
steel cut
in our warm
memories
glitching all over
our wild oats
while we
are stitched up
being fed porridge
and honey
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
There's no one else
not even myself
creep love
into sunlight
as hate watches it leave
Spoon feed hope
on hunger strike
knowing he can't
have long
Selling souls
to belong
Take these words
Thee sword
With E seed
contort
Always short of short
Follow without support
A rap with a port
or are you under
standing underneath the feet
of giants
wearing Hatters cap
Cheshire on my lap
sipping on an app
Becoming is like taking up
A crystal goblet full of purple ink
The stuff that begets hatters and rabbits
And curious oysters with bad endings in their cards
And drinking it down
Taking in all those not-yet thoughts
Those embryonic fantasies
Those epiphanies still wrapped in their silvers
And making them yours
Just yours
Just yours in their brilliance
In their ever-changing solace
And using them to change your stars.
Breakings
by Michael R. Burch
I did it out of pity.
I did it out of love.
I did it not to break the heart of a tender, wounded dove.
But gods without compassion
ordained: "Frail things must break!"
Now what can I do for her shattered psyche’s sake?
I did it not to push.
I did it not to shove.
I did it to assist the flight of indiscriminate Love.
But gods, all mad as hatters,
who legislate in all such matters,
ordained that everything irreplaceable shatters.
Stalkers select an object to desire,
Then they plot and conspire to
take control of their victims' lives, by
following them, sometimes dressed
in disguise, cleverly trying to infiltrate
their private matters by turning into
insane, mad hatters,
Lurking, watching, waiting and if zany,
attacking, because their pre-conceived notions
have taken on their own life,
Their fantasies begin to play on their minds,
and in an unguarded moment their stalking
becomes a reality...........