Victor Buhagiar Poet Free verse

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 April 28, 2023 at 12:26 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 April 27, 2023 at 4:11 PM gosh, this is the kind of poetry I would expect to see in a modern poetry magazine. Great job!

Beryl Edmonds April 26, 2023 at 7:27 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 April 26, 2023 at 1:17 PM Your vocabulary is so extensive Victor, I enjoy reading and dipping in your memoirs, :)

David Kavanagh April 26, 2023 at 12:42 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 April 26, 2023 at 12:24 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 April 26, 2023 at 10:31 AM Engrossing poem, with stunning, transcendent images. :)

Paula Goldsmith April 26, 2023 at 9:23 AM I enjoyed your powerful/wonderful write. Write On....  Have a great/blessed day............

I Am Anaya April 26, 2023 at 8:22 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 April 26, 2023 at 7:17 AM Am I allowed say it is phantasmagorical or would that be plagiarism? Well its terrific anyway Vidtor.. Enjoyed it a lot

Daniel Turner April 26, 2023 at 6:26 AM Victor, this may be my new favorite of yours. I especially love the ending. Well done!

Linda Alice Fowler April 26, 2023 at 6:21 AM You carried me along the way and caught me with that last line LOL A fantastic write Victor! :)

Valsa George April 26, 2023 at 6:18 AM We find beauty in your 'mass of oddly disjointed lines'......

Lin Lane April 26, 2023 at 6:09 AM Scribbles are poetry in another form, Victor. As long as you write, you're a poet.

Vijay Pandit April 26, 2023 at 6:02 AM Your muse always finds a way to splendid poetry. Creative thoughts!

Kim Rodrigues April 26, 2023 at 5:37 AM Excellent write! Love the final line…also the opening verse!

Mike Gentile April 26, 2023 at 5:11 AM Though ashes fall like wasted words, I sense that inspiration will return Victor! Your lines are poetically stunning! Happy Wednesday!

Tom Cunningham April 26, 2023 at 4:28 AM Thought provoking verse Victor, Tom.

Sara Kendrick April 26, 2023 at 3:54 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 April 26, 2023 at 2:02 AM Very good, Victor, filled with Greek imagery:)

Anne-Lise Andresen April 26, 2023 at 1:22 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