Delusions

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August- 11- 2025

Marathon Mile. 6. Poetry Contest

Sponsor- Mark Toney

A thousand bees never settling down, buzzed within his head. Their confused drone, into a ruffled rumble grew, lengthening into frenzied drum beats, taking the might of roaring waves or gaining the momentum of a plane, prior to take off. Mind lacking coordination limbs receiving discordant commands, he suddenly hurtled into the streets, stepping out from regimented norms and breaking loose the tether of reason, never walking, never running but scuttling from side to side like a piece of driftwood over the current. Hearing the cawing of a crow suddenly, he into a prophet grew. stood with arms outstretched, waiting for the crumb of bread to be dropped in the manner Elijah was fed by the raven in his lonesome cave. Seeing the audience swelling bigger he was enthused, greatly cheered. The riff- raff and the scraps swarmed around to see the show. Mounting the steps to the pulpit, in unfaltering voice and with fire in his words, to the congregation, surveying him with fun and sneer, he thundered.... “The Doomsday is near” With finality in his tone, he said- “Repent and flee from the wrath to come. The tree that doesn’t bring forth, good fruits shall be hewn down, and cast into eternal fire.” The transition was quite easy. He scurried from Elijah to John the Baptist and from John the Baptist to Elijah oscillating between-- sense and non-sense.

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Victor Buhagiar

Date: 8/11/2025 8:28:00 AM

How sad, one can always pity such children. When I go to oncology for small treatment, I always feel sad. We all need strength, dear Valsa.

Sara Kendrick

Date: 8/11/2025 7:10:00 AM

Well, I can understand the insanity with which this person suffered. So sad that humans suffer from such illnesses, but they do. My grandson has Huntington's Disease and part of the illness is that the person can suffer from one or more than one of these illnesses at one time: schizophrenia, bi-polar, paranoia, plus they also have chorea mixed in. The chorea part can be also show up as rigidity. There are some medicines that help provided they take them, but it always results in death. continue

Sara Kendrick
Date: 8/11/2025 7:13:00 AM

Their death usually comes from aspiration of food into their lungs and resulting in infection unless God spares them of that. I could feel the emotion, pain and suffering of the person of whom you were writing. Great work. It reads like a good contender for the contest. Way to go. Sara K

Rowena Velasco

Date: 8/11/2025 5:27:00 AM

Wow, this poem really paints a wild picture! I love the buzzing bees in the head and how the guy goes from total chaos to this fiery, almost prophetic vibe. The way it flips between sense and nonsense feels super real and raw. Definitely a cool, intense read!

Joe Dimino

Date: 8/11/2025 5:02:00 AM

"He scurried from Elijah to John the Baptist and from John the Baptist to Elijah oscillating between-- sense and non-sense." -- Wow! Great writing! Only the Father knows. You get a FAV!

Sotto Poet

Date: 8/11/2025 3:19:00 AM

Pleasing it is to ponder your stirring words. Your verse delves into the depths of madness and the light of prophecy, painting the delicate boundary where sanity meets insanity, as one wanders through confusion toward a fleeting spark of divine insight. It ponders the stormy depths of a soul, one who bears the weight of visions, revealing the wild and restless spirit of such a change.