Best Dissemble Poems
Written: September 15, 2023
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In the halter of destiny, we are all bound.
A monody of souls dissemble and found
With every lynch of trice vicious hand,
We quest to the ossuary of the apex land.
Yet in this hoedown of life and death,
We descry trices to canonize our breath.
In the equidistant cuddle, we share,
We ascertain solace in the clad of despair.
Through brittle nights and rallying days,
We quest to unfetter from the maze.
Omega awaits to clarify our fate.
Ablaze of stinging anguish, we can't abate.
Inanimate entities, ephemeral, and plain,
As a ripple of anguish sways, weep in pain
Aside from that, the cosmic harbinger sky
Espies our destruction with a silent sigh.
An epidemic of metempsychosis,
We inherit the legacy of pestilence psychosis.
On hiemal days and hibernal nights,
We bear the stature of sorrow's bite.
In every epoch of fugacity,
We quest for repeal—a wink of clarity.
Bequeath and madness, we strive to overcome
Nocuous menace to switch what we've become.
We often embellish it as life is so anxious.
Our roots still hold the pinnacle to progress.
Decisiveness, anguish, and an urge to revoke.
Lead exposure us to a nonlethal stroke.
The dance of life and death is an exquisite art.
Delight and anguish entwine—never apart.
At the pinnacle of this poetic tale,
We ascertain that life's heirloom prevails.
Though pestilence and grief endeavor to bind,
We have the incite to bequeath them all behind.
So let us dance, with hearts bridled high.
Embracing the madness as we reach for the sky
Categories:
dissemble, analogy, appreciation, death, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
Through troubled times of struggle, hearts were muddled, I'd dissemble,
I'd drop your hand, chest buckles, you withstand and reassemble,
you've restored so many times what I've tore down, disassembled...
you understand my loss, first hand, "I love you", your lips trembled.
Though record shows my deeds forgo your love, you're more than gentle,
refused the bounds of apprehension, tension disassembled,
unleashed affection, your devotion, yet emotions tremble,
there's something uncontrolled, it has a hold within, it's mental.
Your intuition, my acts of indecision, temperamental,
propriety, on my behalf, falls way short of monumental.
Your heart permits my love, undeserving, unconditional,
though reservations pull back elation, unpredictable.
I promise you my heart, my spirit, it's unequivocal,
you complete the parts of me I thought were integral.
Burdens, troubles, tension, dissension, all now invisible,
all replaced by exuberance I once thought was mythical.
Trepidation, dread, fixation on perceived forged fictionals,
bring forth false truths expected to be unpredictable.
Look forward, opened heart and eyes, keep close what's fundamental,
I understand your fear, first hand, "I love you", my lips tremble.
Categories:
dissemble, boyfriend, change, conflict, cry,
Form:
Alliteration
Search of Peace
The love which we seek for others
It only gets lost for us
The breath we breathe is just painful it seems
Heavier we feel it’s just a start
The life which we have are just surrounded with profanities
Little to fear as hearts are plonk
The soul we have just made for jostles
Fostering are tried but nothing came up
The dissemble of heart will go for a fraudster
Reiterate will done who are not snobs
The scathing will just prove schism
Tolerance a big deal may come with entente
Categories:
dissemble, pain, passion, peace, people,
Form:
Rhyme
Beneath the River Somnium,
Abandoned Wishes hymn: quiet in the viaduct:
Reverse the Lodestone;
Reverse the First Sin;
Reverse the Autumn Hearse;
Reverse the Universe.
We are the murk men, intangible ends—inebriated together
With Beelzebub our friend. Absolvent now in burning skin, the Piper plays our rudder;
Garudas’ quietus ballroom-mance veils lioness earthbound shudders
Vindicating tincture.
Come speak as One or risk the Sun
Melting e’en your physical fixture.
Rainforests, peripheral phantoms
Meshing lanterns; coalescing unwound mummy-cloth sanctums.
Opium deserts,
Drear-dreaming desolates—we inhale brimstone, we imprison Nymph oxygen
Together Daedelus;
Einstein;
Victor Frankenstein.
Delirium waterfalls brew spirits despite ballets
Heating gloam flintlock
In Nem-kissed cabernets
Cascading pyre dunes endlessly:
Nine inward tales lost in Ambrosia unbelonging,
Scorching any falsely fairer,
Side-thrusting ineffective suffocation
With undead rapiers. Who dares desire to replace You
Shall receive Bubonic nebulas, past arbalest
Exhibiting thrones’ cobalt fire under Babylon’s command,
silent yet laughing always waiting for zero
hands cannot wait they tremble
we dissemble they commend grown avatars
youthful Avatars: hawks circling together,
Smiling, sardonically tired of this world
Trapped within thunder,
As gorgeous black does spool this secret:
Those of us who have strayed from The Path
Disintegrate into cinnamon
For common use. Therein, use the fallen well,
Persephone's stair of the past—
only in dreams Hades’ Wint has passed
hinterland skies embracing crescents’ fast
below our lone, draped behemoth ‘cross cities’ paradox
in the midst of a nightly, playful wink.
We daemons tacit vacant love insane.
Alucard, Alistaire, Allwein: Remove your Glove—dispatch that Vein.
Your pact with us has just begun,
Though fear us not, O Clem, who’s won?:
Escape's been reared by us—reality fears Your perennial face;
Your marrow trills—now Murkland strafes:
Quem di diligunt, adolescens moritur;
To siphon Your Color——A New Corridor.
Categories:
dissemble, dark, fantasy, surreal,
Form:
Prose Poetry
HUMPTY DUMPTY LAND
Political correctness prevails
words dissemble & dissimulate
lose their meaning as the Mad
Hatter’s manor rules and reigns,
and Humpty Dumpty’s semantics sound.
Decadent hedonism,attired in faded
blue jeans,with fundamentalist fury
points its finger here,there everywhere
and for the past apologise yet…. fails,
forgetting today can never be
yesterday. Alice in Wonderland has
come to pass, but can never last.
Categories:
dissemble, culture, political, social,
Form:
Verse
They talk about heaven
And life after death.
Ignorant, ironically
Of living instead.
They mutter about hell
And what lies beyond
Suffering every day
Sadists, all along.
For once someone told me
How moksha could be found
Tis "Living in the moment"
"Rooted to your ground"
I look around and wonder
How many of us do?
"Live in the moment"?
Or embrace the truth?
The truth that we deny
With all mighty disgrace
Heaven and hell to dissemble
In this evil masquerade.
Categories:
dissemble, life, satire
Form:
Quintain (English)
an Arabian sonnet
Raising up a falcon brood – bucolic,
one becomes extremely melancholic.
Yesterday a clamor vitriolic
told of eyas’ danger diabolic.
Trying panacea called a mixer
feeding drops of magic juice elixir,
desultory effort served to fix her.
Little did I know there was a trickster.
Still forbearance caused my heart to tremble.
Gathered on the roof, my birds resemble
teenage bullies looking to dissemble.
Such assemblage often does beleaguer.
Lissome sibs had pushed off little leaguer -
fellow eyas not yet fledged but eager.
*eyas (eye’ yuz) is a nestling falcon
taken from the nest for training, plural is eyasses
Categories:
dissemble, adventure, bird, bullying,
Form:
Sonnet
Political correctness prevails
words dissemble & dissimulate,then
lose their meaning in semantic sounds.
Decadent hedonism,attired in faded
blue jeans,with fundamentalist fury
points its finger here,there everywhere
and for the past apologises yet…. fails,
Alice in Wonderland has
come to pass, but can never last.
Categories:
dissemble, political,
Form:
Political Verse
For this lovestruck lass, I concite my sentiments out
To open her eyes, and to let her grow out of bout
Because below is undetermined that she does not want to read
And for some, my dears, might give some veritable heed
That you are far too young and meek to know how
To say these prodigious thoughts and vaunting vows
Dauntless you act, yet you dissemble your gists
And away you cast your realism for these hallucinating wisps
To know much more than enough of a man is queasy
And your unending superbia feels quite deprecatory
Your agonistical reasoning keeps your life at bay
Never astatic, never receiving luck in your pent-up haze
To know less than anyone is stringently speaking
That you have more to acquire and perceive more in living
Lest you would tumble out of cloud nine or deliberate
What to conduct for yourself to revel in and emancipate
To act like a libeler gains so much gibberish in return
Reenacting jealousy from such and to offer and subvert
To try and woo anybody for your ego's diuturnity
And consider this man as your Love's virtuous magnality
My lass, for your sake, nimble your mind and strengthen your soul
For my provokes and prongy wrangles may dishearten your resolve
But reminisce this, my significant delivery amongst them all
Is that you are never too late to change before you ridicule yourself to fall
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Categories:
dissemble, for her, judgement, life,
Form:
The unfairness
of life
stares
us
in the face
Each
day
every day
day after
day
the
innocent
die
young
legislators
deceive
monied men
into greed
makes us
bleed
our protectors
dissemble
the media
a rabble
resemble
in none
do we trust
where lies
abound
buried in deceit
all around
injustice
the cry
does
no one
sigh
at lie
after
lie
does anyone
care
revenge
cannot
be
for me
or for
thee
Truth
will still be
for
He
did
atone
He will
make
good
our
cries
and
each
groan
Categories:
dissemble, angst, hope,
Form:
Verse
It's taken years to build this wall
One loose fitting brick at a time
I can't expect to knock it down
Simply over night
The thoughts I've used for mortar
In this hardening of the heart
The chisel of my consciousness
Isn't quite sure where to start
At times it tends to lean
Over mistakes that I have made
In my rush at selfishness
A weak foundation has been laid
Always is a process
This building up and tearing down
Using bits and pieces
That I find laying around
Years now in the making
The height fits well the crime
But I must dissemble it brick by brick
If I'm to get on with my life
Categories:
dissemble, life,
Form:
Rhyme
SEQUENCE PHRASIS 1
Remember ,momento mori,always
ever present in life,where,the rain
falls on both the good&bad.Words
so often dissimulate & dissemble,
alter the envisioned state of the
moment,& become convention.
Nostalgia slowly secretes into memory
bewilderment conceives a new
understanding on the shifting sands of
truth.Behind this mask of public persona
private passions glow,making visible the
invisible,to crystallize opinions.This illusive
holy grail,pictures in the mind,a well of
images,of dreams,visions and things not
known all dissolve, as water through my hands
into a reservoir of the emotions.
From my Fibonacci Sequence 2005
Listen to me recite this part phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthys chiro
Categories:
dissemble, poetry,
Form:
Verse
Jealous eyes of an angry face,
Bewildered the mind, this time.
Dishonorable actions displace,
Truthful hearts into this crime.
Serendipity is what,
I must live in hold, and trust.
Nasty, needy hole of a rut,
And dreams of truth rot and rust.
Conflated all to be none,
Humiliated now, too.
Hated now killed and shunned.
Your actions can’t be out done.
What happens now to me here?
Left to rot in your pity pot.
You have become who I fear,
And tore my heart, in a knot.
Categories:
dissemble, loss
Form:
There is the family by blood,
There is the family of choice.
The one a work of nature,
The other born of the valued voice,
The manner and the measure
Of the long trusted friend;
From whose welcome wit we gather our souls' true treasure:
Our conduct's guide, our action's end.
Our friends define the best of ourselves,
Bringing all our gifts to light.
Sharing cares and joys alike
They complete our days and soothe our nights
With their banter and their familiar ways.
They serve us as the living mirror
To our improvement through our numbered days,
Through the act grow ever dearer.
No friends match the oldest,
Those who know and love us best.
These are the ones whose truths are boldest,
Whose honest vision stands the test
When we would fain dissemble to ourselves;
Who make us see what most needs seeing,
Whose faith in us undaunted delves
Within our depths, intent on freeing
That inner self we were born to share,
That common spirit that resides somewhere.
Though we grow old and older still
Youth's boundless strength can never fade
From out the bounds of common will
Our shared experience has made.
Let us then spend our hours in close companionship
However best we may, my dear comrade,
Reflecting one another as the hours slip
In sharing all we have, and had.
Categories:
dissemble, family, friendship, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse
It is a curious tree of paths
we take to justify the place we are,
the bold and sacrificial leap to insecurity--
one step to left or right to override
our common quest for righteousness,
for unknown breathless wonder far ahead.
Higher on the climb, the codicils
to all the monuments of history,
bravura songs of loyalty that we were taught
amid the hands on hearts,
the festive manifests we sang
before the home team
flashed upon the scene.
Looking down, we never knew
that we were lost before the game began...
that we were fed upon decay,
the victors' bounty measured in its septic glory
only at the birth of consciousness...too late,
too late to claim the prize
beyond a price called love.
At the height, the branches will dissemble,
tremble at the tentative alighting
of the dove. They are tender infants,
prone to alarm beneath the laurels of success.
And it is not for us to know
their sheer audacity to grow
beyond the riches of the earth
into the skies of peace.
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Categories:
dissemble, allegory,
Form:
Free verse