Best Deluded Poems
Upon their thrones of smoke they sit,
With crowns of rust and tongues of wit,
They bless the poor, they damn the wise,
And trade the truth for gilded lies.
The lords of law, the kings of sin,
Build walls without, and walls within,
They preach of grace through twisted scrolls,
And weigh the worth of broken souls.
They wear the robes of faith and fame,
But power burns beneath the name;
A thousand bowed, a million bled—
While silence crowns the nameless dead.
Oh, what a play! What grand charade!
Where virtue’s sold and vice is made,
The people cheer, the puppets dance—
All drunk on gold and circumstance.
And when the thrones at last decay,
The ash will whisper what they say:
"No god nor crown was ever true—
The delusion lived in me and you."
I have tons of dreams amid the night's agony.
My optimism was tainted by despair.
Is there a cure to reignite passion?
Even anxiety found me sad.
The walls of the soul were silent.
The definition of wanting was inhibited.
And now I find myself at the ending of the hallway.
I am vigorously and repeatedly supervised.
Have faith in healing, waiting for relief.
We are puzzled by social visions.
The sharp focus is like a cloud.
The light on the Dark Ages.
Appears and vanishes.
Meaningless.
Stress.
To all who suffer from Delusions of Importance
I have strict diet – no moderation with Humble Pies;
Breakfasts, Lunches, Dinners; meanwhile
Don’t forget Snacks in between and multiple Desserts.
Thee Cured at the end; Disabused of Grandeur.
Lost in a desperate mind world
Seeking a sense of community
and a need to belong
through an innate desire to be whole again.
But confused…
The path nebulous.
And through indoctrination
either directly or unintentionally
or perhaps inadvertently
harboring a vision that individuality is the answer
through a desire to see and “find oneself”
but left with only a false mirrored reflection
of who one really is.
And one says, “It is my right!”
hoping that it becomes “their destiny”
but really is only “deluded identity”.
And this desire
gives life to the belief
that one will find and understand oneself
by way of separating from that “other”.
The result…
illness within
then spreading to community
for the connectivity link now broken.
And without humility…
there is little compassion.
And without compassion…
there is a lack of understanding.
And without understanding…
one becomes lost
in ones own separate ways…
severed from the natural world of community…
exhibiting the dark side of humanity.
Deluded by life over all.
Scratch and climbing at a wall.
Tomorrow, is thought to bring hope again.
Succumb, as today it seems never to end.
Trust shattered, left desolate, withdrawn again.
Death beckons like an old friend.
I asked my daughter if she's happy that I'm gone,
her reply was "I'm sad daddy", her face, a picture not to be drawn.
How do I reply to something like that?
Torn between the one I love and my self created combat.
Are you really at peace without me?
like I can't even talk to you, feeling the third degree.
I don't have it together so please don't assume,
waking up every morning feeling impending doom.
Reaching a critical point in my life where I wanted to end it all,
I cried for help, the reaction from the one I love, I can always recall.
The whole thing thought to get attention,
adding to my frightening tension.
A deluded idea spawned,
the failure of commitment dawned.
Surrounded by drug addicts, alcoholics and the major depressed,
after seeing such things, I realized that I am blessed.
Would you be happier if suicide was my answer?
Or are you satisfied I'm alive with my soul suffering cancer?
A anguish that I truly feel can be cured,
from the love you once had for me, a love that seemed to endure.
Send to you a deluded music tune.
Put your soul flying to that.
Tonight's sky with a little unstable shower.
Missed much the very far voice.
There're very cold and freezed.
Sweet music tune instead of night rain.
Raindrums're silent falling soft.
Light breeze shakes just by time.
Dandle you to have a good sleep in full.
Sleep,a best sweet one,
in my breath,there's small lover.
Tomorrow,dawn does not yet walk up.
Only time,please relisten.
This echo resound forever.
Sun radiation'll break off a fog curtain,
will you still always miss night's deluded music tune????
Hien Q.Le
Opportunities Deluded with Interruptions
Interruption corruption can happen in an email
And another poem Horn has sent without fail
When others already you were trying to read
Here comes Horn poem planting a new seed.
Life of Priest proved to be difficult and hard
Many things trying to keeping you off guard
Church after ten years needs to be painted
And Horn as a poet, he wants to be sainted.
Last night new family had not seen before
Coming in as they entered our front door
And without trying to create a commotion
Gave him copy of Lenten Love and Devotion.
There is still something left for me to do
Read Isaiah Fifty Eight until I am through
Father Dave's message is cloudy and gray
Will help me understand what he had to say.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Many people walk around quite happily deluded.
We all have misconceptions of our flaws, myself included.
I see some people strutting by, unflatteringly dressed,
But they would disagree with what my eyes have just assessed.
We watch the TV talent shows for those who sing or dance,
And realize many are so bad they don’t deserve a chance.
Yet there they are, quite clueless, belting out an off-key tune
And when criticism comes, they look like they’re about to swoon.
Our self-protective instincts often keep us in the dark;
We sail through life by nurturing that tiny, hidden spark.
It’s easier, by far, to keep one’s faith in an illusion,
Allowing us to promenade, ensconced in our delusion.
deluded hope
torn and twisted and mangled
deluded hope
shredded and sliced and mashed
deluded hope
strewn beneath dimming skies
deluded hope
yet hope persists
hope thrives
hope reawakens
sweltering lives
may hope persist
may hope thrive
may hope awaken
my
knowing that
i am still
alive
feeling hurt, we forgive
healing heart, that we live
noble act of doership
tact of one-upmanship
if all one, who remains
save bliss squall, free of chains
each behaves, as ordained
thus knaves too, are unstained
18-August-2021
Creating deluded verses I, the sun
paciently wait for my sovereign moon
Concluded We Were Deluded
Could be that we have concluded,
Trump did become badly deluded,
And we suggested,
Should be arrested,
Constant liar is what we colluded.
Jim Horn
Weed in a bed of roses
You don't belong
But you persisted just the same
Petals fading
Taking advantage of her insecurity
Preying on her weaknessess
You acquire your desire
No appreciation
Of the delicate layers that represent her
You celebrate your acquistion
And abandon her in the Garden
Withering after your brutal beating
i loked into her eyes so bright as if i were
looking into the sun, my heart she had
already won, it was something about her that
i couldn't resist, i thought it was love but
my eyes were filled with a dark mist, she
loves me i thought as we looked into each
others eyes, but i only loved her to my
suprise, after all she knew how to
manipulate and was a great pretender, now
it's too late my all i've already surrenderd,
it's now just a bunch of confusion,
sometimes i wish it was all just an illusion,
now i can see behind the cloud, i think its
what she forgot to say aloud, my days began
to seem so dark and cloudy, im scared
because i dont't know what it is about me,
i always seem to be so cold and trembling
in fear, not knowing if i will awake i
think death is near