Short Ravings Poems

to paraphrase the original liberal ~ love y’all


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Why would anyone read my poems?
They are but rantings
Words that came from where my mind has roamed
Nothing but ravings...

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What I say is utter blasphemy
the ravings of a stark-mad lunatic
I do not apologize
stone me to death
stone me to death
stone me to death...

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Abraham’s mad ravings
shape a world of war,
brother battles brother
while women keep score.
Genetic mutations
of power and greed,
line pockets of prophets,
who’s will be decreed.
The earth’s precious children
lay waste in thy name...
Business as usual
proceeds just the same....

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If I saw a purple moon
and told you all about it,
would you understand
and say you do not doubt it?

If I saw a hippopotamus
upon that purple moon,
would you wink your eye
at the ravings of a loon?

If upon that hippo grew
an odd and strangely tree,
astride upon a branch
sat a fellow, exactly like me,
should I ask
see my vision of a wonderland,

would you understand?...

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Any bereavement
Needs a shoulder to lean its head on

I sing of you
Rosencrantz
Good friend of Hamlet the hero
To you he poured out his ravings and deliriums
You tried to keep his mind safe
To lead him back to his quiet, warm life
From the whirlpool of the nightmare 
Where his father's ghost had drawn him

Can a world succeed without you? 

I sing of you
Rosencrantz
Good friend and foundation of heroes...

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I thank you trump
Your trumpty dump dump dump
Has taught me to thump sump and 
Shown me the runk of the junk of the world.

Your ravings have released cravings
Mavings, havings on all who have stavings
Belavings us into redravings
Leaving all to flap in the torrents

We see you go, flow, mow
Unhitching your ego, fleego, steego meego
Amigo in torrents of pleegos and stum

This is where you left me
Heft me, reft me...

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They say the old have tales to tell. 
And
I say mad man are not mad there just more philosophical.
But then again have you ever heard the ravings of a piano.
Humming and vibrating sounds of gratification.
As the hands of calamity strum on its key,
Like a violin.
While Vivid and vibrant notes of woe,
 Still illuminates joy throughout this devoid,
 Hall that preserves your heart.
For many good things bask in a cloud novelty....

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The most appalling thing to see
According to the likes of me
Is when abroad upon the street 
A child that screams and stamps its feet
And parents who then try to quell
The ravings of the child from Hell

They attempt, in their entreaty
To appease, with toy and sweety, or
Promises of things to come 
A brand new bike from dad and mum 
So, parents do not plead or beg
Just slap the buggers round the leg

© John W Fenn  27-07-2009...

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If I were a fly on the wall.
I'd dwell in the government hall.
I'd observe all  their ravings and rants.
As they determine the fate of the ants.
As they squabble, and bicker, and fight.
Their conclusions, all born of pure spite.
They march straight along party lines.
While the futures of bugs are defined.
They care not of hardships they'll bring.
When the worker bee's forced to sting.
But they'll regret, from their conscience, they strayed.
As the dung beetle rolls them away....

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