Best Pseudo Poems
Blood that screams mixes with tears of fears,
Over your hypocrisy and useless years.
Fresh cuts don't matter - your attentions yet wane.
It's just too easy to shut down, I could end this pain.
But, escape artists aren't artists at all.
When life ends the real journey begins, the journey to be
Above imperfection and glorified weakness everyone sees.
Life trickles into the drain of the sink, wash it and pretend
The veil is burning off,but there is only so much fire can mend
Besides, escape artists aren't artists at all.
Lately I've been on flats, between heaven and hell
Who but the Almighty buffers me from lack
My stance is firm, I move with care
Not to tear or deplete what's left of me
As parents persevere, praying renewal of psyche
Grown children are puncturing precious time
You'd wonder why wise women still ride so high
On horses that will topple them in wilderness
What simmer souls from stilts that do silent
Damage to free will's humbler spirit?
I have learned it takes time for the clearing of
Cobwebs clouding fair point of views
Who will wed serenity and naked troth of this:
Time and space and grace heals and inspires simplicity with humility.
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Pseudo Criminal
Spic and span
Washing laundry like dirty guacamole cash
In Miami sand..... buried hidden Latin trash
Hurray for the tango so grand
Pseudo criminals holding poetic book
When everyone knows they are the crooks
The underbelly of wrong upbringings
Margaritas tasting as sour as the opera lady singing
Her pimp smiles with undisguised guile
For after dusk he will do as he must
Pseudo criminals lurking with pseudo lusts
Full of their pseudo charms that are sure to disgust
Criminals and cowards share the same dance
Brave with words and at first danger seeping pants
They have convictions in their crimes
Some have even two
Beware the criminals lurking around you
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Today’s poem was sponsored by the word “Pseudo” and the number “2”
Into this quiet realm oft do we tread
this quiet place where nought is ever said.
To wax and wain within the mindless air
which fills the clogs and clicks we find in
there. Why then we bump into that thing
again. That thing we can’t describe which
causes pain. We swear to never think of it
again. But as before it always will come
back, to bring this awful cyberspace attack.
We pop a pill and soon the hurt is gone. It
goes to who knows where , I do not care. I’m
fine so long as it leaves me alone. The lesson
here it can be said, don’t dwell ! Strange
things emerge as thoughts inside your head
I am not one to make confessions...
I do not miss you.
I am not in love with you.
I do not see you when my eyes
close...
I am not angry!!
I am not losing myself without you!
I do not hate the world for tempting
me with happiness!
I am not upset!
I am not on the verge of tears while
writing this!
I am not heartbroken!
I.. Am Not... Hurt...
These are NOT the confessions of a
poetry souper...
These are NOT the confessions of
broken man
who has to lie to himself just to
keep from crying...
I will not bare the most vulnerable
side of my
soul for prying eyes just for one last
chance to
feel connected to you...
You did not mean that much to me...
I do not love you...
I do not love you!!!
When poet Tennyson was very young,
He was a handsome tiny son,
Who loved playing tennis under the sun.
When in his teens,
Tennyson excelled at his studies
So much so that he won the admiration of
Adorable girls who numbered ten.
As an adult Tennyson the tiny son went on a journey
To a faraway city called Newcastle upon Tyne.
There he came across a man who covered himself with tin.
Tennyson decided to call him "Tin Man."
Tin Man and Tennyson became good friends
So close together at all times.
Then one day they met someone so pretty and tiny
Who looked and behaved exactly like Tinker Bell.
Tinker Bell, Tinker Bell, tinkle all the way,
Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one-donkey open sleigh!
"What a delightful, perfectly beautiful day we have today!"
Said Tinker Bell.
Oops! I don't think she could talk.
Who, then, made that statement, I wonder?
I wonder, I wonder, Alice in Wonderland.
Humpty Dumpty all the way,
Smiling nastily like that cat
Whose mouth was floating in the air,
Devoid of the rest of her body.
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put Alice together again.
And she one day decided to climb that tree,
Which grew so tall as to reach the sky,
Out of those beans that that old, ugly woman
Had given her the previous day
In exchange for the cake Alice had given her.
So Alice climbed and climbed and
At last she landed on the nearest cloud.
There she saw a great mansion
Surrounded by vines.
She lost no time in stealing in through the huge iron door.
There she found this goose of gold
And Alice was tempted to steal it
And bring it back home.
And so she went down back home
With that goose of gold
And lived happily ever after.
If only for a moment you could let me inside
To see a great fortress, or hobbit hole where you hide
I won't be judgemental and play toying tricks
I just want a gander, see what makes you tick
Feel the pain of your sorrow, wicked past telling lies
Keeping you held at gunpoint by yourself stepped aside
Behold the rainbows and unicorns oh what a flurry of bliss
See I know you have self-pity a cacophony minds mix
Something awful and strange brought peace to your being
And it puzzles me so to see you standing there breathing
I really don't know why this happened to you
But I feel for you buddy even when you are rude
Making false accusations about nonsense, a ruse
I know something is wrong so stop hiding the truth
I can see all the way through you all the way to the roof
Where the shingles are hanging not a drop left of vermouth
Let me in for a moment, let me see, I won't bite
Just to glance at the person whom I reconciled thrice....
a blue sky of spring
man, portrait in silhouette
white clouds as the wing
Mint, peppermint, Cool Mint, badminton. . . .
But that's not what I meant.
You still don't know what I meant?
Then I'll give you a hint.
There's a famous guy named Clint.
Yes, his family name is Eastwood.
As an actor, he's sharp as a flint.
He always wears a shirt with a nice tint.
He hates to drive a car with a dint.
He once wrote a book that never got out of print.
He once daydreamed of being a quint.
He's diligent, he always works without a stint.
"Go ahead, make my day!"
says he, with his eyes shining with a glint.
So tidy is he, well-dressed is he,
without a single loose piece of lint.
Never did he do that, no he didn't.
So said he, with his trademark squint.
But he's not learned enough to be able to read a Septuagint.
Once he broke his leg, and they had to put it into a splint.
How do you define what is “true love”?
Is this the person you’re thinking of?
She clings like a parasite,
during both day and night.
She’s someone you want to get rid of.
At first, she was as sweet as honey.
Now, she’s only after your money.
Your ultimate goal
is to drop her in a hole.
Some place where it isn’t too sunny.
So it's back to love, gonna write about love
My favourite subject besides giggles
The thrill, the passion, the heat of the moment
Makes me wanna wiggle and jiggle
Love makes me act in very strange ways
As if I'm possessed by some demons
Always been a very prim and proper man
Really can't imagine the reason
Could be I'm reliving my teenage years
Heard you do when reaching old age
Those romps in the hay with the girl next door
When teenage hormones just raged
Well this didn't turn out the way I expected
It's void of the lovey dovey stuff
So I'm gonna sit right down and try again
Sometimes I find it real tough
© Jack Ellison 2013
Case in point comprises emotional state of euphoria
would deafeningly, definitely, deliciously get
frenziedly expelled from stadium. Roe ting for
“our boys” packing every last seat in the bleachers
all manner of humankind would (during lulls)
Instagram, Kindle, Messenger, Outlook, Quicken,
Snapchat, Twitter. Santander, Verizon,Wells Fargo
might be sponsors for major competitive challenge.
Zero tolerance imposes winning at all costs versus
grievous miserable rapacious violent yawping
linkedin loss outcome of sporting events. Under
stand able home team owns an advantage (true
for rival players on their turf) predicated on avid
loyal fans boosting morale from family members,
friends, neighbors, et cetera. The ear splitting
roaring cheering hoopla emanating from spectators
(housed in relatively close proximity to handsomely
paid putting Pontius Pilate and bad ass Brutus brutes
rolled into one mean human fighting machine.
This previous comment meant as an honorable
kickstarter, hyperbolic endearment. My humblest apology
if said statement misinterpreted as a NON off fence sieve
strong moderate slight against any creed, race, religion,
et cetera. I merely sought an analogously effective
impact asper these hypothetical Popeye muscle
bulging arms length professional athletes plush residences
lodged in general metropolitan area to rubber baby
buggy bumper screaming banshee spectators. A
winning score affiliated with bruising, cutthroat,
dynamo...fierce-some giant, heaving, indomitably
jinxed, “killer” macho no nonsense, outlandish packed
quintessentially robust searing troopers translates
into utter screaming, quaking outrageous merciless
krazy individuals generating ecstatic cacophony
You smile at a distance,
Honesty hidden behind your teeth,
Tongue poised to reminisce,
Of linen floors and bed-sheets,
I can't remember,
How your hand felt in mine,
Memory locked in December,
When our fingers intertwined,
A nostalgic misfortune,
Cheap stuffed bear excavated by golden cranes,
Entering our relationship's 7th edition,
A 90 degree kiss coupled by growing pains,
Following the path of our stiff walk home,
These nights alone are my whiskey,
And your cup of tea,
Perfectly content in my fluorescent dome,
While your opening the windows in your house among the trees,
Bottleneck ballads,
Your stained glass lips sting,
Muddy ink word salad,
Our awaited reunion we approach like zombies shambling,
It's just my gemini stigma,
Silver tongues and lead bodies,
A matrimonial enigma,
Her neglection and your idolatry,
My story with her written by the space-bar,
And ours stargazing in telescope cars,
An atmospheric distance,
My mile high sky,
Your callous correspondence,
My overbearing replies,
My reluctant departure,
Your earnest independence,
Our paper-thin affair,
So alone we wander motionless.
So it's back to love, gonna write about love
My favourite subject besides giggles
The thrill, the passion, the heat of the moment
Makes me wanna wiggle and jiggle
Love makes me act in very strange ways
As if I'm possessed by some demons
Always been a very prim and proper man
Really can't imagine the reason
Maybe I'm reliving my teenage years
Heard you do when reaching old age
Those romps in the hay with the girl next door
When teenage hormones just raged
Well this didn't turn out the way I expected
It's void of the lovey dovey stuff
So I'm gonna sit right down and try again
Sometimes I find it real tough
Lingering languages bowing to lovely lies
Men’s mansions begging to murder morality
Falling flowers born to fraternize frailty