Best Fallacious Poems
When fallacious friends fail and break you in two
let me be the one-
to help you feel worthy and whole
And when slithering serpents slander your name
let me be the one-
to defend it and stand by your side
When your lioness libido lets loose
let me be the one-
to send you to the moon and beyond (again and again)
And when tender tears of joy trickle softly
let me be the one-
to share in those moments of bliss
When worrisome woes of this world drag you down
let me be the one-
to offer you hope and a dream
And when dismal depression ends in collapse
let me be the one-
to rise up and set you on high
Yes, my love, let me be the one
to be your always
and everything-
forever
*simple Sunday scribble
Categories:
fallacious, friend,
Form:
Verse
“It was a mistake," you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.”
David Levithan
I will forever be as pure
as white virgin fibres,
in your onyx
field of ravens.
When the
star-crossed
silhouette of
bleeding ink,
ricochets like
vindictive arrows,
within your
hollow walls,
quenched with
muted echoes,
I am reminded of
your ebony eyes,
cradled under
black decomposing flesh.
I shove my
misunderstood identity
into a pocket journal,
embalmed with a
fragrance of peace lilies
and rhapsodical prose,
amidst doleful dusks
painted with
past mistakes
hidden beneath
narratives of sinful
tangerine nights.
But, remember
that your fallacious
name is an
erased footnote
in the history of
relentless runes.
My tormented tongue
has become
immune to
your false screams.
There is no need
for close-fisted
fingers to flip
through pages,
of the story
I left behind,
as visions of
venomous verses
cremate into
ashes in my mind-
as mere memories
of monologues from
ice cold monsoons,
which don’t define me.
I’ve sculpted fragile
paper boats and
watched them ferry my
demons,
floating on daisies
in a ravishing rivulet
of truth and tranquility,
whilst you chase
impassioned imprints
within chapters
written in patterns
of insincere phrases.
I am a survivor of
your storm,
drawing dreams in
drowsy darkness,
blooming my
amethyst artistry,
which vibrantly
beats to burgundy
evolutions of a
blossoming flower,
who's scent you
will never savor.
My petals
may be fragile,
but I refuse to remain
prisoned in toxic
traits of a
weathered wildflower -
I only attract
majestic butterflies.
Categories:
fallacious, angst, emotions, heartbreak, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
Music of Love
On cloudless, starry, starry nights,
you sit on your moonlit patio,
under the cool canopy of Royal Poinciana trees
showing-off their flamboyant scarlet petals.
Cradling your beloved cello between your legs,
you plunge into a vortex of musical love.
Skillfully drawing your bow, you fine-tune her;
testing for perfect fifths, you arouse her.
She thrills you with every expert caress
flowing from your fine, familiar fingertips,
so intimate, sensitive, and silky soft.
Tenderly titillating her, you bewilder
even the stars with your playing,
as the most melodic, harmonious music
breathlessly, seductively emanates from her soul…
more melodiously profound than the sweet,
nocturnal song of an amorous nightingale.
Together you two eviscerate the ills of the day
as you embrace her close to your heart,
plucking and stroking her sonorous strings.
An ardent lover, you tantalize her,
releasing a dulcet, celestial sonata
that causes even the passing breeze
to shimmer and quiver in jealous ecstasy.
Charmed, captivated, and curious,
as if sipping wine from the Holy Grail,
you thirst and hunger to delve and discover
the essence of her innermost secrets.
Lovingly romancing her with every touch,
she senses your love is not fallacious;
for like warm molasses, her music melts…
seeping into your brain, your heart, your very being.
And your soul passionately pulsates with the pure,
rhythmic melody of your cello’s divine voice.
06-17-2018
Contest: Eight Word Challenge – 7 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Placement: 1st
8 Words:
Fallacious, Eviscerate, Curious, Bewilder, Plunge, Tantalize, Vortex, Scarlet
Categories:
fallacious, beautiful, love, music, romantic,
Form:
Personification
Jewel-colored butterflies flutter in scarlet sage
Hovering hummingbirds on a red tubular stage
Highways they navigate apparently their own
Invisible to humans as they stay in their zone
These lovely creatures are by nature vivacious
At times if necessary can also be fallacious
Both either drift or glide in on a breeze
Plunge into a vortex of nectar sweets
Satiation of thirst while lost in the moment
Entrances spectators with similar enjoyment
There are days when fluttering colors
Dissipate daily woes... a gift of the hummers
Butterflies and hummingbirds are beauties to behold
Their appeal is captivating and never grows old
POTD - June 30, 2018
August 28, 2018
Contest 485, Any Form, Any Theme
By Brian Strand
First Place
Pick a Theme Contest
By Viv Wigley
Theme - There Are Days When
Eighth Place
Altered from Poem Lush Garden - August 26, 2018
Categories:
fallacious, aubade, beautiful, bird, butterfly,
Form:
Rhyme
Satellites in space keeping an eye on the human race
Independence in place a parental pacified pallid pace
Gods of war prepare for their cadaverous command
Narcissistic lair in control of the deceptively damned
Obedient in oblivion MK ultra has barbarously begun
Facing fallacious delirium bullets bleed of killing done
Tyrants of time tenacious terminators of our humanity
Hellions in prime pandemic behind a venomous vanity
Evaporating echoes of morality ephemeral of the state
Thespian theological amnesty thermostats that negate
Idols of invasion indestructible in their satanic structure
Mellifluous minds into evasion ready to rapidly rupture
Escaping evil entities of illusion diner drugs of the day
Seduced by enemies of confusion that are here to stay.
April.23.2018
Sign of the times
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
...my thoughts and prayers go out to all the victims, family and friends…of the horrific Toronto truck massacre chain of events that happened April.23.2018… to the Toronto Police, first responders, and pedestrians who had to witness this great tragedy…for these are truly sign of the times…
Categories:
fallacious, conflict, destiny, humanity,
Form:
Acrostic
Do not let the ray of his meek sun fa me shines alone So
Seek O, the favor of the Creator on his templed throne, eke
Favors of mercy Lattitudes of grace; lo the patient Savior’s
Heart pines through tedious days for us, rich joys to impart.
Do seek tenaciously lakes solacing familiar pains. Meander
In his goodness, his ray of peace shines for you. Flee the sin
Shackling us to self-delusions of pride. A doe may blunder
Before the hunter’s scope, but mercy renders a shift of wind
Raining reason not inborn, meaning for praise fore fallacious
Certainty of some evil heart. No weapon formed against you
Shall prosper. Lark the sky with praise, team hearts O to do
His will and sing: Doh te la so fa me ra doh, O Lord I am all
Prepared thy will know; through my night let bright rays fall.
Here me call when I groan: do ra me fa so la te do ... let me
Feel thy lattitudes of grace bringing me in embrace on my knee.
Categories:
fallacious, faith, inspirationalme, me,
Form:
Verse
Winter Wildflower
A billion snowflakes do collect upon a wasteland of neglect
The sky frigid no sun to reflect appears a dot lonely specked
A tear does fall melting snow as the speck staggers to grow
A wildflower starts to sough as the winter winds seek to blow
***
Amidst frozen fields lost in time, a wildflower begins her climb
Awaking beauty stretches sublime with petals strutting chime
Behold the wonder you see displaying love near a wounded tree
No one bothers with her plea standing around the white debris
***
Courage keeps her alive with recluse radiant colors to survive
With a calming chill, she will thrive awaiting the storms to arrive
And dreams now blurred that the fallacious frost has spurred
Her silent screams are heard carried by the malign mockingbird
***
Standing still before the dawn alone a wildflower winging spawn
Within her will, she must go on before slumbers of her next yawn
Secluded in her salient solitude she eagerly embarks to be renewed
Now a wildflower subdued all she wishes is to be virtuously viewed.
...dedicated to my Mom, May.16.1941~Oct.24.2017...and to all the Wildflowers here at the SoupBowl...they know who they are...
Oct.22.2018
SEASONAL OR UNSEASONAL Poetry
Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues
N/A for contest
Categories:
fallacious, beautiful, cool, flower,
Form:
Rhyme
Demonically Dispossessed
...man has the ability to express great love,
and dispense great evil...
The legions of darkness descend as they beastly bewilder and offend
The serpents of Babylon attend as their ecumenical evil does extend
In a pandemonium plunge with pernicious pains and succulent sponge
With tenacious tongues they lunge and fast fade away as they expunge
~~~
In their fallacious faculties fermenting feces frolicking the wasteland
Demonic disciples preach profanities before the sanguineous sand
As they efficiently eviscerate exigently under their hellion command
For they are curious to castrate the condemned as their cries demand
~~~
Within their taunting tantalize as hearts bleed amidst the scarlet skies
Their goal the soul to compromise and for love to cripple and capsize
In a vortex venomous vile blasphemous broods of a damnation defile
For we must battle the bile as warriors of light with a sagacious smile.
Music by Slipknot-'The devil in I'
June.28.2018
Eight word challenge-7
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Placed 2'nd
Categories:
fallacious, conflict, evil, fear, humanity,
Form:
Rhyme
Finding Abigail
“Abigail! ~Abigail!...where are you, my love?
I can’t see you, nor smell you, let alone touch you…”
A nebulous cloud encroaches the corridors of mind,
Where a fallacious hope seeks its refuge in silence.
“Abigail! Is that you? I thought I heard someone talking…”
Disembodied voices revel throughout the empty voids,
Existence in the grand abyss impenetrable from both sides.
“Abigail, I know you care about me…I can’t see you,
but I hear you…I remember the time we met my sweet,
the sky and air stood still until we embraced…
then came the fireworks…we must still be there, for all I see
is smoke my dearest…Abigail! come back my love,
I’ve lost you in the smog!”
Illusions begging resolutions, the marginal mind wanders,
Taking with it memories of what used to be,
but now has been abandoned.
“Abigail my love…I’m afraid…can you hold my hand my sweet?
this is no good, I can’t reach you…where are you…Abigail!?”
The subject is going into Cardiac arrest… convulsions are increasing!...
We are losing him! Quickly flush with at least 20ml of 0.9% sodium chloride…
“Abigail my dearest…I can see you…so beautiful you are…come to me
My love…come closer...let us start anew.”
Nurse, prepare him for surgery…there is a good chance we may save him…”yes Doctor.”
“Abigail! Abigail! ...I’m losing you, my love…come back, come bac, com…”
He’ll be OK now…we saved him, but sadly he will still be enslaved by love…
Oct.04.2018
Brainstorm Poetry
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Placed 2'nd [1'st of 8]
Categories:
fallacious, devotion, heartbroken, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
Dear God, please grant me Your wisdom*, without defilement
…but so pure along sanctification’s fulfillment
Teach me Your truth against sinfulness-detriment
…never fallacious in assuring my redemption’s eternal settlement!
Oh, I need Your wisdom, without turmoil
…but so peaceable along spirituality’s oil
Lead me from downfalls that eviscerate my strength in distress-spoil
…for my surrendered servanthood’s joyful toil!
Give me Your wisdom, without rudeness
…but so gentle along charity’s kindness
Forgive me in my plunge into vanity and worldliness
…as You rescue me from the vortex of hatred’s heaviness!
I beg for Your wisdom, without terror
…but so merciful along patience’s ardor
Instructing me with Your principles of honor
…that direct my curious soul for discernment’s fervor!
Uphold me by Your wisdom, without damage
…but so good along fruitfulness’ package
Drive me to Your standards of heavenly advantage
…while guarding me from compromises that tantalize my spiritual courage!
I need Your wisdom, without partiality
…but so fair along judgment’s authority
Illumine me thru Your holiness shining with integrity
…to confront deceits that bewilder with their destructive falsity!
Thank you for Your wisdom, without hypocrisy
…but so honest along Scriptures’ supremacy
Enlighten me midst stain of scarlet secrecy
…for my Christian walk’s virtuous consistency!
*1Chronicles 22:12 Only the LORD give thee wisdom and understanding...
June 24, 2018
3rd Place, "8-Word Challenge" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton; judged on 6/29/2018.
Categories:
fallacious, christian, courage, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
The Man casts a shadow purulent with stealth
Having seen his apportion of nebulous days.
In fear of himself... too long on the shelf
And a vague memory of far better days.
He then lowers his head.
Overcome with a feeling of dread.
Dreaming of marmalade and bread...
As he ponders the end of his days.
"I'm the Marmalade King!" He shouts
To a world passing him by.
"I'm the Marmalade King," he pouts
To those who are left alive.
"Was I somebody once?" He reflects.
"Who was treated with gentile respect?
But I have a vehement tendency to forget
This thing for which I strive."
"There are vile beasties intent on mischief."
He whispers to a Juniper tree aside his tent.
"They task me when I am fast asleep
In a melancholy slumber of sly torment."
Now the tree failed to address
To the comments so pressed
But the King would have to confess,
"You seem a perfect and absolute gent."
"If I truly be King?" He continued to say.
"Then I should lord over all that I see.
But my Kingdom seems to have filtered away
And I'm not sure where my subjects might be.
So I will remain here on this spot
Until my loyal subjects are brought
Whether they come freely or caught,"
Said the King to the Juniper tree.
"Oh how silly of me... I've made a mistake."
He said as he rose from his chair.
"It is good to have given my head a fair shake
As there are new facts of which I'm aware.
I've been unloading my fears
But it has now become clear
While standing right here...
My Kingdom is right over there!"
"I see you're a conifer of hearty regard,"
Said the King to the Juniper tree.
"We must do well to keep up our guard
As lesser mortals have been known to flee.
But I've come to the conclusion.
The outer world is a fallacious delusion
And if I'm meant for seclusion...
I'm glad it's just you and me."
While a callous world attempts to ignore him,
There is a venue for which he might cling.
Made only for him... less dour and grim,
Where he has control over differing things.
And in that sacrosanct place.
He will find not a whiff of disgrace.
Bathed in the love of God's Grace...
All hail the Marmalade King!!
The End
Categories:
fallacious, courage, humanity, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Bewilder was my middle name as I felt lost and torn
experiencing fallacious feelings before the hike that nothing would go wrong
going on the Appalachian Trail had always been my goal
but unrealistically couldn't eviscerate the rough terrains soil
I had hiked off the beaten path to obtain some privacy
curious I looked around for a thick bush or a hidden tree
finally crouching down I let all my inhibitions go
as I watched the steady stream of pent up urine flow
Disoriented I looked to my right and my left
as the scarlet ball in the sky was about to set
my mind became a vortex of worried thoughts
wondering what had happened to the compass I had bought
On a whim and a prayer I tried to call home
but being in the deep woods there was no signal for cell phones
with dusk enveloping my environment I took out my trusty flashlight
wondering if I should venture further left or to the right
As I walked I heard in the distance a coyote let out a wild cry
as I thanked God for the flashlight and the full moon in the sky
thick branches of pine trees molested my passing form
as I found a clearing and set up camp while waiting for dawn
I tossed and turned nervously and let out many sighs
and heard eerie noises while sleep did tantalize
finally nodding off from exhaustion I woke up to sunrise
packing up my gear to go on my back for another ride
Hiking for what seemed like miles I heard a blessed noise
and going in that direction I spied two teenage boys
who helped me get back to the AT which I thought would be so much fun
and while driving back to civilization still proud I had taken the plunge.
6-19-18
Categories:
fallacious, anxiety, lost,
Form:
Rhyme
Monomaniacal Mist
I am the finite of the infinite for the shadows bleed my presence
My habitual hunger is imminent and toxicant time is of the essence
Like the serpent swallowing sorrows slithering to sanitize your soul
In view of marauding morrows whispering winds wavering console
As a malodorous mist, I appear a demi-god of recyclable tangled time
A fallen angel fostering fear bringing forth a new pernicious paradigm
I come within denigrative dreams a diabolical debacle demanding end
A Svengali of silent screams an oblivious organism that will transcend
A jaded jackal conjured by the broken hearts withering to their demise
The grotesque genie that departs only to enslave before it’s downsize
I am the confiscating conqueror of night banishing your barren breath
Like a fallacious futile frostbite a feculent frozen fire ... for I am death.
April.03.2018
The Life of Death
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen
Categories:
fallacious, death, destiny, mystery,
Form:
Rhyme
In this world of joy and pain
Yahweh has been so gracious
It's His Word that does sustain
In this world of joy and pain
His love for me will ne'er wane
His promise, not fallacious
In this world of joy and pain
Yahweh has been so gracious
05.21.2021
For Kim Merryman's "Try a triolet" contest
Categories:
fallacious, blessing, god,
Form:
Triolet
I walk the corridors of the nefarious night
Where warring angels guard the gilded gates
Thus demons arise with their fallacious flight
Do I enter beyond the vanquishable void?
For which I seek diminished and destroyed
My heart enslaved as mind divided dominates
The guardians give permission to eagerly encroach
As my soul separates within the abdominous abyss
The darkness descends upon a cadaverous coach
Infinity stands before me like a denunciative dream
The blackness fills the sanctimonious silent stream
For I have been betrayed by the Judas killer kiss.
...before we see the true light we shall experience the real dark...
Dec.24.2018
Rhyme Time 7- Deep and Dark
Sponsored by: Lu Loo
...I know this verse is a little dark for this time of the season...but hey she asked for deep and dark lol...
(((((HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!! MY DEAR FRIENDS...MERRY CHRISTMAS)))))
Placed 1'st...Thank You
Categories:
fallacious, dark, deep, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme