Absurd Poems - Poems about Absurd

There's no gnus like no gnus if you're a gnu who likes no gnus but if you're lonely and agnother gnu you'd like to see as two gnu's company yes indeed believe you me altho' it may seem absurd no less than three's a herd ...

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‘Circling the wagons’ is an absurd cliché ‘Cos even stations-wagons are out-of-fashion today ...

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What would you say, if you have heard The news that came today Or rather you won’t say a word Just let it go astray What would you say, or maybe think To say, but you won’t do Would you prefer another drink To help a thought come through? What would you say on deal of peace They tried to fix for good You never...

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Intelligent musical talent begins with this, to relearn the timing within our soul, But other tactical psychological methods are busy swaying to and fro, To an obvious yet nefarious covert Rhythmic tyranny of Mind Control, Damaging trauma appears, disappears and reappears so often - irregardless whether anyone of us - really and actually know, Although - know; you ought...

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Sometimes a poem turns on the absurd, like that one there, with that pink elephant flying on the back of that lime-green bird. It's like a scene painted by Marc Chagall who, as we know, was the grandmaster of all who pictured things that never actually occurred. ...

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She will not give up her absurd ideas No matter how strange, bizarre or unplausible they are Holding them in her wheel well, ready to toss them out to everyone Defending them up, down and sideways She learned this from me. I am her mother....

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Who’s not a victim of absurd Lend me some rationality To see the best side of the world I need your bright reality Won’t you show me how it works That I'm charged for the actions of those I didn't vote for and never trust What does this paradox logic impose? How could I disarm the army? If you know, then please reveal Bear...

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In the absurd theater of our world, where the curtain of reason has long been torn, The puppeteers of madness move their marionettes with strings woven from illusions and empty promises. The crowd, an ocean of hollow eyes and dormant minds, sways to the rhythm of a harsh melody, Executing every command...

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No so funny, man, Feeding me spam, Morbidly yours, all right, More verbs, how blight, Don't waste your words, You're beyond absurd, Negative chaff and chatter, Really does not matter, Get over yourself, Get off that shelf, Go get a life, Signed, your only wife! No one believes your spam, Morbidly yours, now scram! ...

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Zounds! longing for a merciful descent into the terminal ground where smoky eyes semi-watch streams of semi-(dis)information exhaled from smoking brains on a mission to search & deconstruct ticking clocks taunt timely bombs lost in purple blobs of orange haze awaiting purging deluges sprinkled with white bolts of blinding hell the raving raven's feathers flicker while flippant tentacles grope skyward for divine decisions tickling a sickly brain that bemoans its feckless fate we shall overwhelm a sizzling planet striving for brief...

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Risking the absurd and death in every verse, The poet, like an acrobat, swings over the heads of The crowd, in a world where writing is a tightrope act And rhyme is the ladder to the lofty heavens of words. He climbs on ropes of images, crocheting In the fine thread woven from dreams and harmony, Balances on beams of gazes,...

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She was called the Lyin’ Tamer. Absurdity would enflame her. She could spot a line way back from foot nine. She’d decline and who could blame her?...

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Spending our time in life’s wondrous rut hoarding the good times like a squirrel his nut hope sagely nourished by ideas not yet born the endless dilemma of the truly forlorn the heartbreak and anguish of unlived dreams deeply buried in our unleashed screams spontaneous passion that dies in a flash selling our soul to that demon cold cash doing something good every...

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In stoic carnival, emotions juggle, laughter somersaults on a tightrope of reason. Epictetus, ringmaster, dons a clown's nose, philosophy as whimsical sideshow. Stoicism, circus tent of paradox, where the lion tamer wrestles inner beasts. The trapeze of fate swings on absurdity, as three Moirai perform an acrobatic feat. Seneca's stoic beard, a magical illusion, transforms into a confetti-spewing waterfall. Cynicism rides a unicycle of cosmic...

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("Untitled - The Eye of Jihad", 2019, original encaustic) Love is Love - and other absurd truisms “Love is love” is like “Follow your bliss” a way to deflect the moral agency and subsequent consequence of our desires with vague equivalency. It’s like all love and bliss is somehow equal, which is absurd. What if my bliss comes from destroying yours? Or I...

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