half past insanity...

...just a bit of satire, perhaps. ;-)

Half past insanity and quarter to absurd

no velvet petal's verses to behold

babbling brooks chanting in rhyme

'perhaps it's time to hang up the wind-chimes'

snow falling upward to a new moon phase

weeds scattered conjugating germination

wanderings in my mind won't be set free

bloody ink purged brash senseless jazz

breathing in the illogicality of farces's hold

took a walk on the wild side of folly

madness doesn't seem all that bad

when the teardrops in your coffee

are singing the blues to a cuppa tea

perhaps a contemplative walk in the park

will spark the beauteous pen to unleash

something half past lunacy's bat s**t crazy

lost the plot somewhere 'tween here and there

for now the idiocy looms on the horizon

screaming be content with what you see

tomorrow's derangement could be worse indeed

Author's Note

captcha~prying

Reviews

[Amanda J Hopwood]

This poem reminds me of when I seem to be lost as to where my own story is going and I just start writing all kinds of nonsense. When I stop and read what I have wrote I truly believe my mind has left my body and I am left with pieces no sane person believes herself to have. Strangely it helps unlock my mind. Love this piece and will put it the library so I can jump to it when I feel this way. No one likes to be alone in insanity.

[Frieda P]

Laughing here, so true...we're all a little bit daft as poets I think, thanks Amanda.

[:o]

I think insanity is life's way of letting us know we are here and we are not getting out without running the gauntlet first. Tears are inevitable for me at some point but I try to roll with it as the song says. You have such an interesting mind to write the way you do. I think some would refer to it as abstract. Some of the reviews you get are even interesting. (Laughs) Great writing frieda, hold your head up, the valleys are low but sooner or later we've got to come up.

[Frieda P]

I guess I'd opt for insanity over boredom most days. And yes, I've gotten some really good reviews, sometimes better than my poetry...crazy poets us all, thanks Laceyboo! ;-)

[:o]

Your poetry stands out to me. You are very good at what you do.

[Frieda P]

Awh thanks boo, you humble me with your kind words......

[:o]

You're welcome my friend.

[Vidya Bacchus]

Who is to say where we would be without a little crazy.Life would wear us down if we did'nt take a second to just be us even if that means batshyte crazy (to quote a certain somebody lol.)Excellent Freida but then your work always is:)

[Frieda P]

Hahaha, takes batshyte crazy to know batshyte crazy. Thanks muchly Vidya! ;-)

[Vidya Bacchus]

I absolutely accept that as the truth lol .You are welcome hon:)

[Pryde Foltz]

Half past insanity and quarter to absurd
no velvet petal's verses to behold
babbling brooks chanting in rhyme
'perhaps it's time to hang it up'

Where would poetry be without the insane. I kid but really … where would it be.

[Frieda P]

Don't ask me any hard questions Pryde (insert menacing laugh) thanks muchly! ;-)

[Pryde Foltz]

hahahahaha.

[icelandicblue]

Oh how I hear those babbling brooks- they talk to me Frieda! I see the worm turned in this bringing us into the world of madness that we make believe we don't live in.

madness doesn't seem all that bad
when the teardrops in your coffee
are singing the blues to a cuppa tea
perhaps a contemplative walk in the park
will spark the beauteous pen to unleash
something half past lunacy's bat s**t crazy

You just never know what's gonna "grab" ya. I'll let you know tomorrow. Great poem, I see myself in bits and pieces (buried in the yard) throughout the poem. May I offer you an umbrella drink?

[Frieda P]

Ha you can offer me a few, cheers Anne, it's getting harder and harder to play make believe, perhaps we should stayed sloshed. :-)

[Rob Santana]

Wow! You said "s**t" why does this make sense to me? I like "snow falling upward to a new moon phase" clever wording. Right now I'm falling while thrusting squares into circles....(shrugs shoulders) :)

[Frieda P]

Ha, you're a bit nutters too I'd say, so I'm in good company...thrusting squares into circles would have made a great line, what didn't you tell me earlier? Ha, thanks Rob! ;-)

[Sami Khalil]

Insanity can be both germination and pollination depending on the circumstances and soil conditions. Both can sprout and affect us and others. You have penned a great one on this subject. I like the time references for it is a matter of time when it does all of that...Bravo..............

[Frieda P]

Ha soil conditions have been ripe lately, love your take on this Sami, thanks muchly! :-)

[Sami Khalil]

Hahaha...A fertile one I hope...Lol

[Frieda P]

You know what fertilizer is full of right? Lol ;-)

[Sami Khalil]

Hahaha...I love that...Smart indeed...:)................

[Frieda P]

10 character grin here........................... :-D

[Sami Khalil]

:).........................

[Lydia Shutter]

Sanity is highly overrated if you ask me, Frieda. Let your teardrops sing the blues...hell, coffee could use a bit of salt anyway. You might think you are "bat s**t crazy" but I think your poem has that jazzy bluesy feel I just adore. Unhinge those hands of the clock...it's wild and free o'clock and you can do as you wish! :) Reading you is such a pleasure...truly. Lydi**

[Frieda P]

Oh oh, you know I'm over the moon that you said 'jazzy blues feel'...thanks for this glowing review, & hey, I hope you're right Lydi! ;-)

[Jack...]

What seems like an endless revolving door, brass trimmed glass on ball bearings of spinning days finally stops and I exit, into your fablulous poetic world where even the slightest of whims climb up my spine and touch in places I have never been before. It is then that I notice the big clock on the facing building and realize that it is has past insanity. Sorry about the strange content of this review, but your poem today had my mind spinning in kaliedescopic directions and dancing in the streets.

Loved the entire piece but this portion below was way over the cliff:

madness doesn't seem all that bad
when the teardrops in your coffee
are singing the blues to a cuppa tea

[Frieda P]

Quite the contrary Jack, your review makes perfect sense, perhaps we're both bat s**t crazy, eh? Lol... Love "my mind spinning in kaleidoscopic directions and dancing in the streets", now there's a poem in there somewhere! Thanks, and go for it....like to hear your side of insanity too. ;-)