Consider all the madmen through the ages
and how their suffering provided the wages
for wardens, attendants, psychiatric nurses,
those paid to put a name to what their curse is;
the shamans, shrinks and psychoanalysts
motivated not only by avarice,
but also fear, for who’d dare tell a Caligula
that he’s insane in such and such a particular?
Nobody in possession of their senses,
that’s why the poor are mad, the rich eccentric.
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Consider all the madmen through the ages
and how their suffering provided the wages
for wardens, attendants, psychiatric nurses,
those paid to put a name to what their curse is;
the shamans, shrinks and psychoanalysts
moved by compassion or avarice,
or fear, for who’d dare tell a Caligula
that he’s insane in such and such a particular?
Nobody in possession of their senses,
that’s why the poor are mad, the rich eccentric.
Unbalanced revised
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I'm out of faith and in my cups
I contemplate such bitter stuff.
I contemplate such bitter stuff.
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From a poetic point of view, the end rhymes/half rhymes and enjambment all worked well, a nice flow, to my ear anyway.
As for the meaning, I'm struggling slightly . Initially it seems the mad have been taken advantage of, yet you mix compassion with avarice?
Ah, perhaps the title - 'Unbalanced' explains that? The psychiatric nurses - worthy. The shrinks - unworthy? I just got lost a little in the middle, perhaps it could be a little more compartmentalised?
Just me thinking aloud!
Your poems always strain my brain.
Cheers
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As for the meaning, I'm struggling slightly . Initially it seems the mad have been taken advantage of, yet you mix compassion with avarice?
Ah, perhaps the title - 'Unbalanced' explains that? The psychiatric nurses - worthy. The shrinks - unworthy? I just got lost a little in the middle, perhaps it could be a little more compartmentalised?
Just me thinking aloud!
Your poems always strain my brain.
Cheers
Kris
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Thanks Kris. Originally I had thiscamus wrote: ↑Tue Oct 24, 2023 10:22 pmFrom a poetic point of view, the end rhymes/half rhymes and enjambment all worked well, a nice flow, to my ear anyway.
As for the meaning, I'm struggling slightly . Initially it seems the mad have been taken advantage of, yet you mix compassion with avarice?
Ah, perhaps the title - 'Unbalanced' explains that? The psychiatric nurses - worthy. The shrinks - unworthy? I just got lost a little in the middle, perhaps it could be a little more compartmentalised?
Just me thinking aloud!
Your poems always strain my brain.
Cheers
Kris
motivated not only by avarice,
but also fear,
I must be getting soft in my old age, I thought it was a bit harsh. It would make the poem more coherent, though. So yeah, fuck 'em.
I'm out of faith and in my cups
I contemplate such bitter stuff.
I contemplate such bitter stuff.
Ray
Enjoyed the read but I think it works better without the last two lines, kind of keeps it from being a thesis, more a poem if you know what I mean
Tony
Enjoyed the read but I think it works better without the last two lines, kind of keeps it from being a thesis, more a poem if you know what I mean
Tony
Counting the beats,
Counting the slow heart beats,
The bleeding to death of time in slow heart beats,
Wakeful they lie.
Robert Graves
Counting the slow heart beats,
The bleeding to death of time in slow heart beats,
Wakeful they lie.
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Thanks all. Maybe I should cut those last two lines then. Hmm.
I'm out of faith and in my cups
I contemplate such bitter stuff.
I contemplate such bitter stuff.