Best Illusion Poems

This piece was sparked by an idea in a fellow poet Tom Woody’s’ — “Last Dance Amid the Stars.”  I however, followed a very different emotional path — one that avoids finality and leaves room for mystery and one’s own imagination. The story also...

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(one-act play)

The patient

They call it a sickness, a psychosis, an insanity, but I know: this is the leverage 
by means of which I can set the wheels of the universe in motion. All I need is to find the last fragment they hide from me...

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We have our differences in the shadows,
yet, act so different in the light.
Crimson shadows dance 
within our dull routines.

With the moon beneath my wings,
I drink softly from the bottle.
I rehearsed this kiss a thousand times,
as archaic bridges emerge from the fog.

Come softly, butterfly...
Land upon my...

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Life Fled As I Sought Yet Another Day,
( verses born from the illusion of immortality, 1977) 
Part One

As I went beyond that black veil,
Having trod this earth and seen hell,
I look back while daring to say,
" Life fled as I sought yet another day."
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This may come unspoken
dismay is mostly taboo

This count feels endless
discount refills the queue

This trust I lost in God
distrust found in the pew

This stain runs too deep
disdain sets in like glue

This dress shows all flaws
distress perfectly fits you

This gust left a whisper
disgust in what it blew

This...

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Illusion illuminated instantly
Reality realized… rationally
Nature noticed normally
Vision vitalized vibrantly
Life lived… laudably...

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There's a rehearsal in the castle, cult party masquerading on the dance floor latin verse sermons the words heard will entrance you, transfix you,
The devil advances towards you and sits you around the marble table where we talk about our carnal instincts and every situation...

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It's the empty spaces
That we long to fill
It's our lifelong dreams
Lying unfulfilled

The apathy takes hold
The caring ceases
A semblance of a normal life
Lies at our feet in pieces

When the magic no longer amazes
And charm has all but died
Nothing left to hold onto but hope
And give it...

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Fake face
Fake smile
Fake voice
I'll run a mile

Yes master
No master
Of course master
Now master

Gothic witch
Gothic dream
Your downfall
In my smile

Eyes radiating
False adoration
Your spell
Oh so vile

Empty words
Empty syllables
I'll empty out
Your lies

Cold iron
Strong will
My claws ripping
At your heart

Claws ripping 
Blood dripping
My icy,
gleeful smile

Fake face 
Smashed
Fake smile
Thrashed
Fake voice
Silenced
You don't fool me
Anymore...

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Upon hours spent, little hope is lent
To a far more pleasing incandescent light
A hue of clockless space seen upon its face
Aggravating the light into a speckled fright

Futuristic visions, are merely illusions
Yet ne’er doth the lie cease to glisten
And many wait with a faith hard to...

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An Illusion Of Words

A girl
No way to know her age
Her looks are years younger than her
Her mind smarter that her age
Her beauty is timeless among the ages
She sits and writes day after day
Places words in just the right place
She laughs at her ideas
She cries at...

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Memories are often deceiving 
Yield to all the possibilities

Permanence is an illusion
Everything is in constant change
Reign in moments of confusion	
Stretch your subconscious range
Ponder a new or different vision
Everything is in constant change
Constancy is key, not temporization
Tomorrow brings something strange
Incorporate and embrace intrusion 
Venture an exhilarating...

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It’s just an illusion
that softly stirs sadness within my broken heart’s
confusion.

I have been tricked.
I'm seduced by the Queen of Tarts -
and pricked.

Voodoo
casts magic darts -
you.

 It’s just an illusion,
 I'm seduced by the Queen of Tarts -
 you....

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as best she can
she tries
to insulate
each gap
of silence

the voids the cracks
with everything she can

anything to blur
the reality
she wants
so desperately
to gloss over
and forget

mindless chatter
most times sadly pathetic



AP: Honorable Mention 2022

Posted on March 21, 2021...

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“The Scent of Jasmin”

As I wait for my love, like so many times before, beside the willow tree near the brook, its water glitters like diamonds in the midday sun. The wind was blowing ever so softly through the trees. The anticipation of her arrival...

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