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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.

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Ann Peck

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!

Andrea Dietrich

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!

Beryl Edmonds

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

Mystic Rose Rose

Date: 4/26/2023 1:17:00 PM

Your vocabulary is so extensive Victor, I enjoy reading and dipping in your memoirs, :)

David Kavanagh

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

Eve Roper

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.

Evelyn Judy Buehler

Date: 4/26/2023 10:31:00 AM

Engrossing poem, with stunning, transcendent images. :)

Paula Goldsmith

Date: 4/26/2023 9:23:00 AM

I enjoyed your powerful/wonderful write. Write On.... Have a great/blessed day............

I Am Anaya

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.

Speaks Volumes

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

Daniel Turner

Date: 4/26/2023 6:26:00 AM

Victor, this may be my new favorite of yours. I especially love the ending. Well done!

Linda Alice Fowler

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! :)

Valsa George

Date: 4/26/2023 6:18:00 AM

We find beauty in your 'mass of oddly disjointed lines'......

Lin Lane

Date: 4/26/2023 6:09:00 AM

Scribbles are poetry in another form, Victor. As long as you write, you're a poet.

Vijay Pandit

Date: 4/26/2023 6:02:00 AM

Your muse always finds a way to splendid poetry. Creative thoughts!

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 4/26/2023 5:37:00 AM

Excellent write! Love the final line…also the opening verse!

Mike Gentile

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!

Tom Cunningham

Date: 4/26/2023 4:28:00 AM

Thought provoking verse Victor, Tom.

Sara Kendrick

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

Joanna Daniel

Date: 4/26/2023 2:02:00 AM

Very good, Victor, filled with Greek imagery:)

Anne-Lise Andresen

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