Crazy Poems
The List Of Famous Hats
by James Tate
Napoleon's hat is an obvious choice I guess to list as a famous
hat, but that's not the hat I have in mind. That was his hat for
show. I am thinking of his private bathing cap, which in all hon-
esty wasn't much different than the one any jerk might buy at a
corner drugstore now, except for two minor eccentricities. The
first one isn't even funny: Simply it was a white rubber bathing
cap, but too small. Napoleon led such a hectic life ever since his
childhood, even farther back than that, that he never had a
chance to buy a new bathing cap and still as a grown-up--well,
he didn't really grow that much, but his head did: He was a pin-
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A Prayer For My Daughter
by William Butler Yeats
ONCE more the storm is howling, and half hid
Under this cradle-hood and coverlid
My child sleeps on. There is no obstacle
But Gregory's wood and one bare hill
Whereby the haystack- and roof-levelling wind.
Bred on the Atlantic, can be stayed;
And for an hour I have walked and prayed
Because of the great gloom that is in my mind.
I have walked and prayed for this young child an hour
And heard the sea-wind scream upon the tower,
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Crazy
by Laxmi Prasad Devkota
1.
Oh yes, friend! I'm crazy-
that's just the way I am.
2.
I see sounds,
I hear sights,
I taste smells,
I touch not heaven but things from the underworld,
things people do not believe exist,
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Bay Arena
by Dean Young
When I worked in the bookstore in Berkeley,
upstairs some woman would sing, alluring
as lava, husky as tar, sometimes it'd be
a whole band driving us a little crazy
downstairs because even good music
heard through a ceiling gets nerve-wracking,
a constant strain to make a whole of it,
catch the lyrics slurred by plumbing prattle
and footfall like you're getting complicated
directions over a bad connection or trying
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I Need My Woman To Hold
by Catherine Valdez
My lover has been so cold. I need my woman to hold. All these nightmares still plague me. Hey girl you live in my dreams. Your eyes cast shadows of a love I couldn't see. I
took too much now there is nothing. To many of us, men find that so hard to admit. Are we not made up of rock and steel? Here I am melting in a pit full of fire. Doing time for a
crime, I committed. Against a woman who gave me the world's desires. What can I do to
bring her back home? I put my hands together and get down on my knees. Oh! Dear God can you hear me? Take this dying heart and set it free. Women are not the only ones who bleed. She is not just the woman who lives in my dreams. She is the only woman I need. I am no longer a man who is so cold. I need my woman to hold.
How Could I Go Wrong? Hey, babe there are a few things you will discover. This lady is not about to change her taste. She loves the way your eyes make her feel so special. One touch of your hands then she was gone. It was not just the magic in your fingers. One look at you how could she go wrong. They say in this world there are no perfect lovers. Maybe your lover is not equipped. Loving you is like there is no tomorrow. I know with you and me we are a perfect fit. All those lies about good girls going no where. No stopping me I'm not about to quit. All this talk is making me crazy. Can you hear me calling its time for us to get down? Hey, babe there are a few things I have discovered. There are not too many men like you left around. I love the way your eyes make me feel so special. One touch of your hands now I am gone. It was not just the magic in your fingers. To stay here with you how could I go wrong!
Frappe's Foolish Falcon Freeze
by Bob Cobble
‘Neath the air, its cold puff, the plough & its tough
In the oval moon, the pacing dandelion fluff
In this window & flower pot & a handcuff
Seeing the oceans of white waves, paves the ashes
Sea shells & the crabs laughed ‘neath the
Canopy . . . the itchy irritation butterflies
The poor gum, immaculate flowers, illusions
The captains mangle, its luring a stray skeleton cat
Its refuge in a cave of bats, whose limbs torn, sing melodies
Blind & with bleeding chests, lays pieces & the pests
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Hounds Of Madness
by Michael J. Nappi
Shutting the door with a sigh
Running from insanity
A close call, as claws clatter and click
Fanged jaws snap, and fling snotty saliva
Unhinged hounds of lunacy
A ravenous pack, carried on my shoulder
Feverishly followed by fatuous feelings
Never far from crazy
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Insanity
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
His methods were almost simplistic...
He seemed anachronistic...
His attitude totally chauvinistic...
His words often linguistic...
He lost his large enthusiasm...
No longer using sharp sarcasm...
His thoughts going into a strange spasm...
His bruised ego triggered a chasm...
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superstitious woman
by Bogdan Dragos
In the morning
she jerked him off
and had him
cum in the cups of her
bra and then
he watched as she put it
on and went about the
rest of her day like
that
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Daisy Crazy
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
daisies in my hair
red and pink yellow and blue
the fields of frolic
vases hats gardens
trailing sun from window box
swaying to summer
anytime daisy
dawn sunset red midnight black
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