Best Delusionary Poems

My favorite President is yet to be
  He may well not go down in history
For he'll do what really needs to be done
  Antagonizing almost everyone under the sun

First he'll fix Social Security; it's running short of cash
  Upping retirement age to...

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What lies behind that grimacing catty coy smile, it’s upside down
Thinking perplexes me mentally, topsy-turvy confusions beastly
Kitty, popping off riddles to confound all humanity’s realistic
Way of thinking!
 Swishing his feline tail with utter cat flatting happiness, a word to the
Wise my dearest sweet Alice beware,...

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The deception of  “free verse”: Dreams II, Translation of Etiemble’s “L’imposture du vers libre” by T. Wignesan

“Free verse, free not to be verse” – Audiberti

My love is not blue like a lake
my love is not blue like a sky
but red swollen with blood
and of...

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The dream weaver of passion’s illusions paints magical visions
Within the soul of desires lost, the token King shifts wildly upon
The chess board of life, until he captures the Queen of hearts,
Melting her beneath his words of enchanting poetic charms.
But the black knight yields not the...

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ON FINDING NEMO

Nemo is blue,  and I am a rabbit,
Comical thoughts my brain inhabit,
Thoughts invent friends imaginary,
Quite silent, tacit but delusionary,
Women's fantasies are good,
For older Red Riding Hoods alone in the woods!
Do not have a victim mentality,
Smiles are universal and free,
A concept not so...

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The Morning Rush

Early to bed early to rise, makes one healthy and wise....
So here I am,  wide awake and awaiting sunrise....

The millionaires, they sleep on, not a surprise...
If they awake before noon, that itself is an event.....

For even when they sleep, their money ...

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No Sleep Till Death
Some Russians are like insomnia. Always there and always evil. No let up on the pressure. A wave bursting out of your skull. A physical presence so real it becomes surreal. Invisible, not there, not existing. 

But eight thousand nuclear warheads, massive...

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Every time you walk into my space, 
Everything that’s real about me,
Gets erased.
Somehow, it always ends up
My mistake—
Comatose I am,
to my own fate.
I have decades, years
Not knowing how--
Can I fix this ever,
 If not now?
Every step closer, you’re closing in on me,
You say cruel things
And...

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It’s an early Sunday morning
The devils on his knees
Shallow self-importance
Screaming to be seen

The facade of something special
Filled with rage and self-disdain
Putting on a holy show
Attempt to cover - all his pain

His words speak so loudly
Feels so good for the sheepish minds
Believing is their weakness
Truth so...

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Do I have a future?
Sure, I have a present.
I exist, but for how long now?
I am weary.  I try to rest.
Is death near?
I don’t know.
I bear life alone.
The horizon is invisible and dark.

I wake at all hours.
I never rest.
The ebbing moon is dark and...

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what is consciousness
living sharing in every
moment blissful
what is happiness
we are..
poets
artist is a god
in a sense
creating delusionary
illusions
just to be
what is circulation
i dont know
honestly

this is dedicated to CHERI one of the best 5 poets i love in soup...

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Confused for Life

These visions I've been holding
Are turning in my brain
They're twisted and their inside out
I've lost control again
More delusionary concepts
Feeding off my lust
My hopes and dreams are shattered
I just don't know who to trust
If you turn your back on me
I could not bear the...

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Could you tell me 
when
 America became so selfish, introspective, 
 a host of clueless, unrealistic fools,
that see only ourselves above all others,
 sole contemporaries of time and history?

When
 did we forget the points and purpose of freedom
to follow one man's power hungry dream, 
...

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As we look back at life journey thus far
Freezing the frames of whirring memory
Our soul within etched by many a scar
Borne of ego urge delusionary

Upon slowing down sway of attention
Ego borne fears and desires vaporise
Exiting thus swamplands of stagnation
Aglow in the now, each throb a...

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He loves me, he loves me not.
I do, but he does not.
I'm the favorite, that much is clear,
I know he loves me, though he hides it, I fear.
 
So happy! Wealth and fame are mine,
The center of attention, the star that shines.
All that you have...

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