Best Discrepant Poems
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" this disguise is my final revenge for myself ... "
Mimicry of visage
Authentic effigy?
Superb tangible facade?
Kaleidoscope icon ?
Contrived through lofty scrupulous gilt scraps of aesthetic means
Overlaid with fragments of embellishments given birth by fervency
Nestled wholly with comely stokes and chromes depicting secrecy
Camouflaged behind this handmade MASK
Every single " skeleton in the cupboard " still the same - incognito
Ample emotions,heartstrings - not converted...not seen by the eyes
Living - existing in this alluring visor
Secret - this is my " FALSE FACE ", my revenge ... my FINAL ace ~~~
Mimicry of my own image
Entity discrepant from my genuine ME...
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Mimicry of visage?
Authentic effigy?
Superb tangible facade?
Kaleidoscope icon ?
Contrived through lofty scrupulous scraps of aesthetic means
Overlaid with fragments of embellishments given birth by fervency
Nestled wholly with comely stokes and chromes depicting secrecy
Camouflaged behind this handmade MASK
Every single " skeleton in the cupboard " still the same - incognito
Ample emotions,heartstrings - not converted...not seen by the eyes
Living - existing in this alluring visor
Secret - this is my " FALSE FACE "
Mimicry of my own image
Entity discrepant from my genuine ME...
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"IT'S MASK TIME" Contest
jun-jun villanueva
Manoeuvring through purplish cerulean azure
'Til she touched the empyrean Zion
Perching above the whinstone during cockcrow
Possessing allured ala line with grandiosity and passion
Dressed like a virgin woman from ABOVE
Divine messenger? A cherub?
" NO " - An Orphic pixie
Cradling the scintillation with her left mitt
Intent - coveting for self-innovation
Reflection seems so distant from blithe and poise
Apathy, twinges of regrets and pieces of sorrow - echoed
Yeah - mystic frolicsome otherworldly wight
Wishing to be a human
- Not a perfect being but changes must be done
Fairy be a woman...
Scouring for eccentric discrepant realm
Where mistakes are the supreme pedagogue
And where perfection is " out of the question "
Where warmth and adulation is a must
And where ceding and relinquishing is a Crime
Where creeds and dogmas is Supernal
And where gluttony and lust is Buncombes
Where food and water is an exigency
And where world is ruled by CROCODILES...
" two worlds so different ...yet a fairy wants to glide over the world of HUMANS "
Why were you afraid
of unknown ?
I am washing away
the whole truth in the vicinity
of discrepant nouns.
The words will articulate
the body overrun by rough
handling of the golden triangle.
The arrival does not stop
the allegro.
Claustrophilia enslaves you.
You start a new journey
towards a non-space and non-entity.
Was there anything beyond the naught.
I have come faraway.
Will not return to numbers.
Satish Verma
As I slowly climbed the stairs to bed
discrepant thoughts surge in my head.
For it would not be long before
my bedroom door
would slowly open
As it usually did;
an omen
of what would come.
Hot draughts of rancid breathing,
upon my neck;
which always reeked of beer,
or sometimes stale Darjeeling.
Then, subsequently sated;
It would slowly whisper in my ear;
"Unless you want
I see your little brother too,
Don't you go and tell your mother,
dear."