Short Insanities Poems

The infamy of War 
Whether itself in victory, sacrifice or gloom of story
Eventually determines those who wait cast of bronze
Posed for its eternity, and a certain glory...

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She sits there upon a honeycomb
In a world of yellow hues
Nothing evil through those glasses
Nothing but good news
Everything is sunshine and honey
Or so at least she thinks
Shes stuck inside insanities lies
Happy and blank, she blinks....

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April 3 TRUMP
The President of the United States
Republican Leader of the Free world
Uber ales nations
Muttering insanities 
Preposterous Nonsensical tweets

April 3 Putin

Post Modern Leader
Uniting all the Russians
Triumphant against all enemies
Including the Great Satan
Nevertheless always living in fear...

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Underneath
Rock bottom
 Empty bottle 
full throttle 
disregard 
present tense
 crumbling Castle
 mended fence
 fully engaged 
Insanities remorse
Left to bleed 
trial 
No court 
woke up 
feeling grateful 
poised to win 
feel the Earth pull 
cauddled 
Complacent 
pavement 
Face met 
not the end 
try again...

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give your tears to time
let them run over my forehead
in waves of goodbyes
like tides of isolation
like this bitter fruit truth

still i wanna be the earth for you
even i can´t find no sacred tune
against all insanities

I m the trace of the white wolf
in sad snow i ll hunt for you,
i ll give you this mind, 
a soil of unbloomed flowers
i ll give you all,
me, a little child in a lost ballon...

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Whispering
thoughts to one's idlest fancy,
Imagining feelings
to one's innermost soul.
Babbling inanities,
crying insanities,
Wondering, wandering
alone and alone.

Where does it take one,
where does it want one,
where does it seduce one
along the strange source
of forbidden mysteries,
of unexplored paths,
of untouched feelings,
of ecstasies unknown,
or unthought of.

Where will it end?...

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The Looney Toon August Moon
David J Walker

Blame it on the moon 

The monthly insanities 
The nightly vanities 

The comings
The going 

the longings 
In lonely mornings 

The Moon is to blame 
For all of the insane 

Things I can name and
It is as plain as day that

The night might 
Or might not sway things

Another way
In the light 

	Of a harvest moon
Setting south of August 

The sweet scent of 
Cooler air 

Is on its way...

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