An English painter named Richard Dadd went completely stark raving madd. He stayed in asylums - Broadmoor to Bedlam. For stabbing to death his dear old dadd.
Limerick of Richard Dadd
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Witch & Skeleton [Free Verse / Senryū]
PREMISE: Princess Takiyasha summoned a skeleton to kill a samurai. MORAL?: "Don't bring swords to a giant skeleton-ghost fight!" CONCLUSION: Yet, in settled dust, the world was less one Princess-witch.
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Faun by Moonlight [Haiku]
what shenanigans goes on in milky moonlight, unseen by sleepers?
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Mermaid [Lyric Poem]
So many miles of coastline,
of rocky coves and outcrops.
Where none can see a straight line,
and water sloshes and slops.
Oh, might one miss a mermaid
hidden among the inlets,
so snug in stone palisade -
a lair of shells and torn nets?
If you say that you've seen one,
I'll not call you a faker.
I rather think it's great fun
to flirt with claims, wiseacre.
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Dorothea Tanning’s Birthday (1942) [Free Verse]
Oh, I've been in that dream:
door upon door to nowhere,
inexplicable nudity,
elements that seem fine
from a distance, but -
from up close - make no sense.
And then I saw the creature at her feet,
and knew I'd never been in that dream.
I can't fathom the genetic cocktail
that would need to be cooked up
to create such a monstrous pet.
And then it hit me that the winged badger-mutt
is not nearly the most disturbing aspect...
What are they looking at?
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DAILY PHOTO: Baby Sculptures
Taken at the 2023 Republic Day Flower Show in Lalbagh Botanical Gardens, Bangalore.
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Francisco de Goya Clerihew
The Madhouse (1812-19)
The work of Francisco de Goya shows a touch of paranoia. Worry of going insane can cause quite a strain.
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DAILY PHOTO: Rangoli
Poet’s World [Sonnet]
I exited through my old, mundane door, and heard a melody so blissful / sweet, and saw some colors never seen before. That song, those sights, danced me down the street. A neon breeze both warmed and cooled my face. The pleasure wave that I'd once known as sin was flaring, with no feelings of disgrace, but up my spine a trill of violin. Euphoric, I ran 'til I felt lungs burn -- so fired with energy that my bones hummed -- But as I felt the wheels begin to turn, I realized the depths must remain unplumbed. Before my druthers, I had to go back. To sustain this would give me a heart attack.
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Breaking Bleak [Haiku]
autumn colors, like a pointillist painting that'll break bleak.
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