Short Maniac Poems
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A pigeon expressed to a dove
An urgent desire to make love
Like a maniac
He hopped on her back
Pursuant to all the above
I am a pyromaniac
A little bit of a brainiac
Don't you give me any smack
I'll sick yo' **** with a stack
of fire balls at your back
*wink*
thirteen of us knew how to behave.
of course my cousin was not one of them.
they gave me grief, but no one can control that maniac.
not even grandma!
a maniac runs
a mad hound let from a leash
to the river god
haiku dharma maniac runs copyright (c) rajat kanti chakrabarty 21 november 2014
Insane
Maniac
Crazy
Mental
Delirious
Lazy
Deranged
Rude
Stubborn
Psychotic
Indifferent
Emotional
Dangerous
Guilty
Rebellious
Lonely
Unhappy
Lunatic
Nuts
Demented
Unstable
The city celebrates a huge success and luck.
It's over now with wave of vielent crimes!
A last gangster with a broken ribs and spine
Was fried and eaten in the forest by maniac.
The Samaritan,
A maniac to the blind;
A saint in God’s eye
Maniac McGee,
A fool to peers and others;
God’s Samaritan
Born to be crazy…
Love’s allegorical boy:
Maniac Mcgee…
Of Trump Washed Hands
Of Trump, we had washed both hands,
After hearing him and all his demands;
Presume maniac,
Preferring panic;
Should see golden shower on the sand.
Jim Horn
Hit Roof When Up Would Goof
A raving maniac, there might be proof,
They had said that each time I hit roof,
With my head;
Bled and bled,
When and where up would always goof.
Jim Horn
Money is evil, makes us crave things we lack
We start out sane, then turn into a raving maniac
Greed is foremost
Doing our utmost
To seem normal but our morals have been highjacked
Not Regulated
Mind of maniac Trump has become miniscule;
He decided that to all dissenters will be cruel;
Not regulated;
Is constipated;
S0 hard to believe that our President is a fool.
Jim Horn
Trump an Emmisary Or a Missionary
Can you imagine Trump being an emmisary;
Maybe a maniac who had been a missionary;
Sewer worker;
Soda jerker;
Whatever he was would really seem so scary.
Jim Horn
Small lynx.
Inky onyx on
white and grey.
Maniac gibber
at gull and crow,
cursing through
the pane.
Blood and muscle
shot through green
keen,eye.
"Just wait.Just wait..."
He seems to say.
Sure you've all had an itchy back
You ask a stranger to scratch it, you act like a maniac
No... lower down you scream
Yeah, that's where I mean
You start purring and meowing like a pussycat
Lacerate the boils from resplendent shades.
The skeletal wolves tremble from nose to tail.
Vomit soaked in blinded lips.
I echo the thoughts of a maniac.
But they differ greatly.
For I am more or less humane.
Trump Paranoid Maniac Mounting Proof
Trump paranoid maniac was mounting proof;
Could always tell when head had hit the roof;
By head led,
That bled and bled;
Every time when up as a goof he would goof.
Jim Horn
"I want to kill you." He said,
And I know I should have been scared
But instead I just stood there,
More in love with him than I cared to declare.
*This is a 4 line stanza from my free
verse poem 'Maniac love'*
yes murder madness in the breed,
of stupid human, tainted seed,
not as smart as the average dog,
brain distorted in a fog,
and murder is his need?
so suffering proceeds,
by maniac Magog.
re:
'The World Above Me' Laura Breidenthal
Don
Ship wrecked
Hard tack
street maniac
Warrior
Son of God
Peace in Jesus
Lilac
Seven day Birth
Born again on the first
New year
New me
Tree grown
Branches bearing fruit
Time Traveler
Circus monkey
Abe son
Jesus child
Kingdom focused
She was mad after each trendy fashion
For her it was a deep passion
The dress she wore once
Weighed less than an ounce
That set all men in great commotion
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We all swore ‘Never Again’
to let a maniac terrorize millions
Never Again, Never Again
so swore pundits and wise men
A new Hitler's in front of us now
What’s our reaction?
‘Tsk, Tsk,’ Vladimir, you butcher’
~ as we stew in our inaction
Deconstructed ideas of a maniac has me perplexed
The gears are turned counterclockwise
A backwards internal clock tells time differently
Thoughts that should not be understood
Visions that cannot be pictured
Analyze them not, but respect their genius
I am a psychopath
a derange
a fruitcake
she looked at me as if I am looney tunes, a
nutter, madwoman, maniac, nutcase, nut.
I stuck out my tongue, causing her to flee
the man in the elevator asked me
where would she go?
We three have been stuck in here for hours
Oh no! Again she’s been hijacked!
Woe to me, for though her shell is the same:
Dainty and fair; she’s turned a raging maniac!
A blubbering bear and volatile flame
I let the anger subside and the angel come back
to enjoy another month of my dame.
**For the Quatret Contest**
Immobilized by trepidation
like a prisoner on the rack
An imagined consternation
From another anxiety attack
Constant state of dissipation
From perceived things I lack
A complete liquidation
Making a weary insomniac
Like a slow and steady ablation
Like a stoic, reserved maniac