Best Psyche Poems

Pondering perils

of writing poems in rhyme,

    it plunders my mind.

A poet's plaguing problem

so I propose to pen prose....

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(Intro)
Psyche watched from behind blue eyes 
as Flesh stared at the mirror, 
the look upon the face was grim, 
the heart was filled with fear.
 
(Psyche) 
Please tell me what is wrong my friend 
and why that bitter smile, 
let's see if we can cheer...

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Penning powerful poems and prose permeates the psyche of profound poets.




December 10th 2015
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In the shadow of my ID
My ego cowers in shame
So conflict and friction
Like yin and yang
All take part in this game....

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A girl more enchanting than the most beautiful Goddess
With her long shining hair falling over her white dress
Was sitting on the cold stairs of her marble stone palace
With a tear running down her fair ivory face

Weeping for a love she once held so secure
In her...

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There's a crazyness inside me,
  Im afraid to let out 
It provokes & disturbs me,
Sometimes,  I need to scream,
 out loud

Its not a danger to anyone, 
Its just a voice, I hear.
A voice without reason,
That I cannot share.

Sometimes the voice tells me, 
What...

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If I have to do a psychoanalysis of self; 
I’d say, I’m of hyper anxiety ridden mind 
Constantly in some sort of mental pressure. 
The vibrations generate more conflict 
akin the communal disturbances of the social fabric.
I’m anxious to meet my expectations or much, 
To...

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As Freud describes humankind
With three divisions of the mind
Motivations now defined

Id is present from our birth
Driven by pleasures of the Earth
Wants and impulse, no self-worth

Balance, reason from the Ego
Deciding pleasures to forgo
Acting master of status quo

Super Ego stands its guard
Ensuring morals are not marred
Decision making...

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If lovers of lovers had a story self-reflect would look upon a river and share old wise tells 
Would it perhaps be nacrracsitic or shallow 
Or knee deep to jump in 
Idealism or fantasy I say turn the page 
If my child was that of...

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I wonder
I wonder if
I wonder if there
I wonder f there is
I wonder if there is anything
I wonder if there is anything above
I wonder if there is anything above Self Interest...

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Rake 
My nails down my face

Take
Nothing from my disgrace

Fake
My smiles and place

Nails
Down my skin down my arms

Fails
To stop all the harm

Rails
Keep me back but alarmed

Pain
One succeeds the other

Name
Called but no bother

Maim
Feeling hot red and spiky

Which should I hurt, my skin or my psyche...

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Choice clusters come 
Claim cheery sums


Prime poignant play
Sweet success stays


Charm crafty choice
Vet vibrant voice


Treat touching toil
Skim salient spoils


Mind moves matter
Chimes crave cluster


See sensuous stakes
Move mental make


Treasure thought truth
Ply precious proof



Leon Enriquez
29 February 2016
Singapore...

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(Gail's Note: Reply Email from Subby Conscience is the sequel to this.)

To: Subby Conscience
From: gadeb@zzzsmail.com
Re: Communication between You and Me
Date: February 4, 2012

Why isn't it easy to call you at will?
Couldn't I just Twitter or email you until
You provide the answer in clear, solid terms
So...

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REM(Gail's note: This is the sequel to the Email to Subby Conscience poem.)

To: gadeb@zzzsmail.com
From: Subby Conscience
Re: Communication between You and Me
Date: February 14, 2012

While I sneak  and scheme in your chaotic REM
I am doing nothing more than being a friend.

Those dream-swirls and ‘mare-tugs purge...

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I remember childhood carousel mirrors,
antique, ornate, intoxicating, glimmering,  
glinting, gleaming, turning,
calliope piping, toy top twirling, shimmering.
I remember all those early years of yearning.

I remember grainy analog TV,
pallid, pasty-faced, fuzzy vestiges,
wavy-gray shadow-shades so giddy.
I remember the vapid, vacant egregious,
the dull corporate thievery of the airwaves.

I...

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