Best Self Styled Poems

JE SUIS CHARLIE — Afterthought

The shock of this most frightening tragedy is practically beyond 
the pale of any reasonable or adequate attempt or effort to explain
it or to rationalize the horrible circumstances surrounding it.

Let me just say that all of us who are writers and...

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Soliloquio del Individuo by Nicanor Parra, Translated by T. Wignesan


(Homage to Nicanor PARRA, 1914-2018, the Chilean ANTI-POET, winner of the "Cervantes Prize" (the highest literary honour for writers in Spanish), four times nominated for the Nobel Prize, studied Physics (Brown University), Cosmology (Oxford University) and...

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What I'm about to write will make no sense to those who have a materialistic worldview: that only matter exists, no mind, no soul, no god. This mindset includes over 1/2 of scientists and probably a majority of self-styled 'intellectuals', professors, journalists, doctors, and more...

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Politics is a dirty game,
So indeed is religion –
One screws with your mind,
The other with your soul;
One promises heaven on earth,
The other, heaven after death.

Trust not these savvy advocates –
Politicians, priests, mullahs, imams,
These breeders of
the ghosts and the goblins,
These keepers of
the deities and the demons,...

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       Hay un dia feliz by Nicanor Parra, Translated by T. Wignesan

      To come by a happy day

(In this poem, Parra maintains lines of twelve to thirteen syllables with every other line ending almost...

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A MEANINGFUL DESIRE

Human nature is never satisfied
temporal fulfilments we evaluate and try
these things may serve their use
inexhaustible riches we so oft’ confuse

 generous gifts are open-handedly bestowed
our appetites are whetted—seldom slowed
contentment remains an elusive pleasure
stubbornly we pursue all earthly treasure

our fun-filled ,self-styled life—insane
wearily penetrating absurdities...

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Paris November 13th Makes Me Weep — Afterthought

The shock and tragedy of this most horrendous event of slaughter, murder, and unmitigated evil are indeed a very sad commentary on the state mankind finds itself in today as the dark specter of terrorism and chaos attempts...

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I think perhaps
The heart of a child really is
Heart shaped...

Like those on valentine cards,
Delicate and soft with seed pearls
dainty lace and fancy glittered
Ribbons, spilling over like happiness.

Yes, heart shaped,
You can tell by the sound of their
Laughter and of course by the was
They smile...

Babies coo the...

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Proyecto de tren instantaneo entre Santiago y Puerto Montt by Nicanor Parra, Translated by T. Wignesan

Soliloquio del Individuo by Nicanor Parra, Translated by T Wignesan 

(Homage to Nicanor PARRA, 1914-2018, the Chilean ANTI-POET, winner of the "Cervantes Prize" (the highest literary honour for writers in...

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‘ Monsters, Among Us … ’

 Scatter The Creeping Vapor-Stench, Away
  Expose The Wake of  Eerie, Fog and Shadows
And Nightshade and Fiends, and Vile-Beasts That Bay
 Begone, to Taboo, Grounds, Unhallowed …

… for there Are Monsters, Among Us …
Yea, Also An Ancient Curse
We...

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It seems that, more and more, I feel myself being drawn to face the dreaded realization that I am certifiably mentally ill, not just depressed, or anxious, or emotionally exhausted, but deluded, my sensibilities having strayed well beyond the boundaries within which normal people experience...

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Twas a dark knight, 
whence there came a pawn the hushed crowded movie house
A phantom of horror sprung out of the rookery that wrought deadly havoc
Renting asunder innocent audience members
Anticipating Batman annihilate evil within Manichean eternal duel
Extant within imaginary world of Gotham portrayed on the...

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GOD’S THUMB IS ALSO HIS MIDDLE FINGER

I SUFFER THE DAYS DILEMMA
And vie with midnight’s madness
I suffer daylight’s RETRIBUTION
And at dawn, dusk or in the dark I suffer insufferable sadness
This right here I my entire  world
A ROOM OR A SELF-STYLED CELL
While waving a white flag...

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O England,what will become of thee
once the bastion of the free..
Now on all sides beset..betrayed
by a friend from across the sea

O  England, what will become of you
a once fair land..now bereft of freedom
of truth to express ..views thereof
must in silence ..suppress

O England,where once was
...

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Slipping silently, serenely sober, 
Somnambulist seeking some solitude 
Shuffles, self-styled, still sleeping so soundless  
Solitary search--simply solipsist. 
Some sadder simpleton slipped severely, 
Searching so silently, supposedly, 
Slipped solemnly, sidestepped suddenly!

FIRST PLACE WINNER
March 23, 2021
Entered "Seeking Solitude Alliteration" Contest
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