Madder Poems - Poems about Madder

The congregation of passportology Is an overwhelming majority Don’t know much of my geneology Even don’t belong to minority But anyone can attach me of course To the less equal nation in Orwellian sense For that mental trick I must feel some remorse Must believe in the depth of offence But I must be a little madder To take this to...

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They scar and mar the alma mater of the altar/ We’re hard on bars as we rock it and lift off far and soar sure of our space car/ They’ll never run us flat too solid for that / Matter of fact we hear ‘em like a fawn’s blat after we snapped with sass and packed brass/ More...

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There was much chatter about the new mad hatter He is madder than the other, said my sister and brother I want to meet him, I told them, intrigued by the new him. He was a bit crazier than expected, nutty as suspected, on a whim. How else would he have met the council’s approval? I said. He was upside...

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... Secondly a second lay a second lied with a lei of flowers around its neck just made up a seconds nexts Part c) me make a hammock for a worn out see seas do they sea me Frankly without thawt ha thought glitter bunny dusting with the strand of light make dance for a tendrils dri[p Part in fin i tee hee Look at the shinee shiny Vote to make it...

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My Fellow Soupers, I rarely get mad anymore, but today I am madder than an adder. Not long ago, an unemployed security guard in Florida accepted an $11/hour job at a company named CIS. The man was happy to find work, and didn't realize that CIS had...

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We are madder than the hatter Seeking refuge in words Enticing souls comprise Sharing emotion We feel deep in inside Well... Maybe just some...

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Old Maid Hadder, Got Madder And Madder Old maid Hadder, got madder and madder wind blew her bonnet and wet upon it. Soaking showers from a blackbird's bladder taken aback, next she fell doggone it! Did not matter, her day in a tatter rain pouring down, gave her another frown. Wind drove and gusted all the more at her in her shame she...

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Rose Madder Eloquent to its name Its pink set deep Vibrant Soft and screaming A morning glory Etches shade and hue Though red prose lustre’s That warm And cool In sunset pools Its flush a more succinct translation To the blush of scarlet Captures the Lotus tip With its piquant colour As striking as a petal fire In velvet folds To delicate depths Rose Madder Is my pink neon pallet Inspired by Kristin Reynolds...

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