Best Dissembled Poems

Romance Day And Night

How the Romans played their moonlit dreams
splashing out near viaducts of love I can only
wonder same as with knights in shining armour
or rather without when the Ages seemed dark
and oriental spices called for senses and beyond

Roma and Sinti travelling with passion in...

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Memory is my fading friend
of millennial days transpired—
faithful scribe and guardian
who measured mercy and intent
and gauged love’s joyful glint—
yet never turned from rutted path
when sorrow’s specter, tinged
in mottled shades of gray and black,
sought only to inveigh.

Dissembled memories puzzle,
viewed dimly from afar—
where motes of recollection dust
swirl...

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Chanel  #5


	She was immersed in a shallow
Dialogue with the guy—next—door.
	A distant conversation,
Mingling with his heart, his senses.
	Her “fake” pheromones
Brought him in to an all new ecstasy.
	This brings us to the synopsis,
About the pheromone phenomenon.
	Deceit and lies barbed her
Surreptitious, razor- edged tongue.
	Told in dissembled words,
Concealed...

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Through the glistening sunshine, he rode, the masked man,
His face dissembled, but held high in pride.
No one would dare ask what his name or history was,
Neither did someone know what beneath the mask, lied.
For what they knew he was the greatest warrior of the king,
Presumed...

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Translation

So something has happened and you are not quite sure
What it is your woman is thinking
Don’t be confused or fret overlong
You only need a translation.
Just look at the words without the distraction
The emotion of the moment
The words stripped bare of the soothing tones
The dress up...

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Writing with peace about the Avenger
She assembled words of worship
Simplicity filled her pages

Writing with perseverance for the Builder
She bumbled with joyful jubilance
With truth, she engages

Writing with praise for the Creator
She crumbled her satisfied soul 
Joy motivated her pen

Writing with poise about the Deliverer
She dissembled all...

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Where's my soul? 
Come, show me myself.
But just as I looked into my own reflection, 
Behold, it was another person staring back at me; my identity is gone. 
Not knowing my own self but in a shadow, in a maze, 
I've drifted to where the...

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As she laid their, withering,
Her mind in a fog,
She stared at the dissembled body, of the one she once loved,
The blaring sounds of bombs, shouts in the distance, and thundering gun shots
The woman screams at the man to wake up, shakes at the broad man
as...

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Straw Men (for Patrick and others)    

There are scant few of them now, standing
In the rows of my memorably failed crop.

They came dressed as they were.
I always complimented them.

Counting on them to dispel
The crows, the starlings, black eyes

That have circled since before...

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Stay now with me , and listen to my sighs,
Bidding me to drain the curse and know it all.
	Feigned that I spake ill of thee,
As to who beholds two currents thwart amid
	the fluctous profound.

	Pass , pass upon your way , for 
I grow never old...and...

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The girl in the corner
Sucker cheeked
Sweet lips
had such a pretty face
you'd think
it was broken joy
in a flower pot
waiting to be dissembled
by sticky wrappers....

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... And be one eye , one soul 
as the world recedes , gone ,
away far climbs. Vanished like a 
driven cloud.
		He is merely flesh and blood Reality ;
slaughterhouse stumbling through script
	typed in selfless pursuit.
Wanting only quickened wit & Pupil's Needs.

Mortal simian image, which we...

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Tripping Point: An Opioid Odyssey 

There are lines we cannot see, hardly know exist
Until we cross them. Then, as if by trip wire,
The temptress snare catapults us into a world
Of primeval darkness with no guide star. 

“Hear my song and have a life of feel...

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We used to share dreams;
thoughts, my sister and me.
I occupied the top bunk, she the lower
in the cold, dank bedroom
we once inhabited from dusk to dawn.

Not prophetic dreams, the future;
we had no perception, illusions.
No exchanging, dissembled violent nightmares, 
or nightly voyages traveled solitarily.

But joint adventures...

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I know it's she
even though the 
photograph is dark
features dissembled 

in motion and shadow.
I can see 
her face enough,
straining at her smile,

fists frantically
joyous. This is her life,
awakened into
unending sunshine....

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