SIX PORTRAITS OF MADNESS

SIX PORTRAITS OF MADNESS

A Poem by rutherford
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Random, nonsensical wordplay. I don't expect many to like it and may be grounds to have me committed.

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Portrait 1: Outside and Inevitable


The hermit grew delusional and portentous


about the outside and the inevitable


With dire moods invading his home


No more did he trust the press, phones


or the outside world in general.


During the day he activated his nocturnal headshrinker


Then again


he never thought he would ever be caught


violating the rules of day-night psychology.


Last words from the smashed and dying shortwave radio


warned that


many inoperable ruptures frustrate the dreams


of obstinate


yet sentient beings.



Portrait 2:  Elves Themselves


More benign than translucent


we prodded the tremulous elves


into buses and provisioned them with crudites


for the expedition ahead.


Up north


when evil weasels find Etruscan elves elusive


they often turn to Elvis


and thoughts of industry


A rival tribe of trolls with souls


escaped into their underground game rooms.


Portrait 3: The Surreal Revolution


In his delirium,


the Archduke felt no remorse


when he consolidated his crockery


in the museum's sarcophagi


Below the parapets


scenes of the surreal revolution...


--Roving gangs of octogenarians feared nothing


but the lunar eclipse.


--A compendium of rhinoceros blubbered pluperfect odes.


--A barber refusing to abide by


the Vizier’s holistic manifests.


--Men in overgrown mutton chops


looked superfluous


but proved a fateful distraction


to the Bishop's defrocking.


--Justice was meted out for those that abandoned participatory


architecture.


--More inflatable obelisks were deployed to allow the


competition to continue


--Chocolate milk went on sale at the infanticide


but went unreported in the media.


Desirous of additional conspiracies


the man from afar said it all.


Portrait 4: Unreported Explorers


Finding the planet's fastidious pulchritude tolerable


Captain Des Jardins waded into the hoards


The incredulous hermaphrodites


of the Southern Hemisphere followed suit


The Francophile circumnavigation of the Chukchi Peninsula was


obstructed by the isthmus so he resorted to his dirigible.


On the camping trip


my daughter was chided for not bringing deodorant.


Do you think Daniel Boone would have used deodorant?


The sounds of disco fever wafted in tender tones


over the lonesome prairie.


Closer to home


my collapsable recumbent bicycle helped make many


new friends and leap frogged other bike technology


Over the time horizon


Conquistadors reclined in their mukluks on the charpois



Portrait 5: From a Military Standpoint


Eskimos should have more escalators on their frigates.


A kerfuffle erupted over the issuance


of a new and improved blunderbuss


The adoption papers went missing


after the adorable Panzer leader


executed a pincer movement in western Ukraine


A wounded Brevet Major General excoriated


the cheating charlatans of his command


and uttered unexpurgated oaths


“Tinker-bell in espadrilles equals fashion overkill.”


“Grandpa said you have to take care of the baby


while she gets tattooed.”


“I care not for your javelin experiments


and instead find favor with transubstantiation


and the simple pleasures of saltine crackers.”


“Fortify my carousers with embellishments and rectitude.”


Over the ridge


the violin marching band stormed the fortifications


without a single heartbreak.


Portrait 6: In Stores Now


At the motley, old haberdashery


preposterous dramas of amputation


and pillow talk played out


amid a magnificent assemblage of


gewgaws and gimcracks


In the aisles


pranksters never settled the great debate


between itching powder and sneezing powder.


The stock clerks favored his action items


but my checklist was supreme.


In the hubbub


the constable was so flummoxed


he put the kibosh on the kabob sellers


and bamboozlers.


Contrast smartly


the superior gamesmanship of Chico and the boy


allowing them to extricate the harpsichord from the estuary.


The hobos condemned the blubber display


in the town square


while at the same time


admiring its primordial qualities


by stealth


At headquarters


not even Zeus, Napoleon and Trump


could restructure the postal rates


for the next fiscal year.


© 2013 rutherford



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A compendium of rhinoceros blubbered pluperfect odes. Loved this line.

The poems are great but might I suggest you break them up into two or even three posts. Because of the absurdist take and historical allusions, it actually takes some brain power to get it. I found by the fourth one, my wee ole noggin was gettin' a floggin.

As far as being deemed mad. Your poetry will either have you deemed insane or a bore, you sir are no bore. Wink. I kid, but you get my point.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

rutherford

4 Years Ago

Good point. Your reaction is similar to my wife, Eileen. She couldn't take the barrage of complex .. read more
Pryde Foltz

4 Years Ago

I think they are great but even with the finest wine more than a glass or two and you might as well .. read more
Pryde Foltz

4 Years Ago

One at a time will be more impactful. My two cents anyways. And give Eileen a chance to regroup.



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Okay Rutherford I am here to shamefully admit that all of this went righ over my grey haired dome barely making a touch and go. Your friend in words, Pete

Posted 4 Years Ago


rutherford

4 Years Ago

Pete, no shame here--this is pure nonsense and wordplay. Sorry for the word torture but glad you ha.. read more
Well, I must say, Rutherford, old chap... I thoroughly enjoyed this one; one so many levels it's hard to know where to begin. I'll begin with the possibility that you may not know exactly what you've written or why. Would it surprise you to know that I think that I have, at the very least, a clue? When I read such as this I am compelled to insert certain portions of my psyche into the work. For example, the very first Portrait... in this, of course, I am the hermit. It all follows from this simple transposition of character and therefore of mind. After that, the remaining Portraits may be decoded. It is, in total, a message of peculiarly sophisticated intrigue; the reason is illusive because reason does not come into play often. No, this is more about assimilation and disgorgement of that which has been assimilated, consumed, and that which is of no further use discarded. But how it is discarded! Mon dieu! The best cast aside with such clever deception that there is treasure in the trash. Now, it is up to you to decipher this review in order to gain your true and just reply. Bon appetite!

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

rutherford

4 Years Ago

Tam, I was especially looking forward to your review on this one. I feel some level of satisfaction.. read more
Tam Warink

4 Years Ago

"...the words come assembled to me when my mind wanders..." So, is that how you encode a descriptio.. read more
A compendium of rhinoceros blubbered pluperfect odes. Loved this line.

The poems are great but might I suggest you break them up into two or even three posts. Because of the absurdist take and historical allusions, it actually takes some brain power to get it. I found by the fourth one, my wee ole noggin was gettin' a floggin.

As far as being deemed mad. Your poetry will either have you deemed insane or a bore, you sir are no bore. Wink. I kid, but you get my point.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

rutherford

4 Years Ago

Good point. Your reaction is similar to my wife, Eileen. She couldn't take the barrage of complex .. read more
Pryde Foltz

4 Years Ago

I think they are great but even with the finest wine more than a glass or two and you might as well .. read more
Pryde Foltz

4 Years Ago

One at a time will be more impactful. My two cents anyways. And give Eileen a chance to regroup.

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