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A Phantasmagoria of Nonsense

I searched in vain for inspiration. I even climbed the sacred Parnassus Where all the muses reside. I danced with them Engaged in endless discourse. All in vain. Then I resigned to my fate. Oh Pythagoras? How I refused Ever to believe in your metempsychosis? Alas that meritocracy should be reborn Reborn to write again, Reborn from darkness and void Reborn to mock myself again. With a splash of painted words, Disjointed, without sense. A sickly morbid earthling Fed on the slums and dregs of earth, Pampered on deadly drugs., Only to be haunted by a thousand empty dreams. Now I solely scribble: A mass of oddly disjointed lines, Words upon words, a phantasmagoria of nonsense, While ashes fall upon the yellow pages Scented with nicotine of stale cigars.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2023




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Date: 4/28/2023 12:26:00 PM
Your poem is truly wonderful, Victor! I think I've been where your dream took you when poetic words refused. to appear. :) I love your line: "only to be haunted by a thousand empty dreams." Great work!
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Date: 4/27/2023 4:11:00 PM
gosh, this is the kind of poetry I would expect to see in a modern poetry magazine. Great job!
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Date: 4/26/2023 7:27:00 PM
Victor I enjoyed reading your entertaining phantasmagoria of nonsense, though I had to look up the meaning of the word. Keep writing your dreams are exciting… Belle
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Date: 4/26/2023 1:17:00 PM
Your vocabulary is so extensive Victor, I enjoy reading and dipping in your memoirs, :)
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Date: 4/26/2023 12:42:00 PM
Sometimes the dreamlike nonsense makes the most sense, when looked at abstractly, as you do here in this brilliant piece of writing, cheers David
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Date: 4/26/2023 12:24:00 PM
To write a sequence of imaginary images like those seen in a dream.. Final if those can Imagin what to write.
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Date: 4/26/2023 10:31:00 AM
Engrossing poem, with stunning, transcendent images. :)
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Date: 4/26/2023 9:23:00 AM
I enjoyed your powerful/wonderful write. Write On....  Have a great/blessed day............
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Date: 4/26/2023 8:22:00 AM
"Disjointed, without sense" poetry is left to the reader's interpretation, nonsense may be perfectly clear to some. I love the touch of noir at the ending.
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Date: 4/26/2023 7:17:00 AM
Am I allowed say it is phantasmagorical or would that be plagiarism? Well its terrific anyway Vidtor.. Enjoyed it a lot
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Date: 4/26/2023 6:26:00 AM
Victor, this may be my new favorite of yours. I especially love the ending. Well done!
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Date: 4/26/2023 6:21:00 AM
You carried me along the way and caught me with that last line LOL A fantastic write Victor! :)
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Date: 4/26/2023 6:18:00 AM
We find beauty in your 'mass of oddly disjointed lines'......
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Date: 4/26/2023 6:09:00 AM
Scribbles are poetry in another form, Victor. As long as you write, you're a poet.
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Date: 4/26/2023 6:02:00 AM
Your muse always finds a way to splendid poetry. Creative thoughts!
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Date: 4/26/2023 5:37:00 AM
Excellent write! Love the final line…also the opening verse!
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Date: 4/26/2023 5:11:00 AM
Though ashes fall like wasted words, I sense that inspiration will return Victor! Your lines are poetically stunning! Happy Wednesday!
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Date: 4/26/2023 4:28:00 AM
Thought provoking verse Victor, Tom.
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Date: 4/26/2023 3:54:00 AM
I like this work that seems to have arisen out of the feeling of your muse being hidden. Very creative indeed. Thanks for sharing and for dropping by my page. Sara
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Date: 4/26/2023 2:02:00 AM
Very good, Victor, filled with Greek imagery:)
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Date: 4/26/2023 1:22:00 AM
- A deep and sensitive poem, Victor - Have a lovely day... at this minute ... the snow is falling on my window ... it is ice cold only + 4 degrees - hugs
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