Best Smoke And Mirror Poems

The black-as-widow’s-weeds night of endless stars 
was so cold...
cruel as temperature 
plunged its frigid fingers feeling through my being
fondling my heart and soul without mercy
molesting me - taunting my will to live
and just when I thought 
the ice water in my shivering veins would kill...

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Poetry is something I do not understand
Words my soul reads and instantly recognizes,
Leaping about in joy, yelling "let's try to do that!"

words tossed in a way I never could
romantical and metaphoric
charming, delightful, or frightful

Poetry is not something I do,
it is something I aspire to learn
as...

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conclusions drawn in crimson 
they're the hardest to erase
as is seeps from every pore
pooling on the tile like waste
I guess some would call it
a bitter aftertaste

it shrouds like a hooded cape
never quite fading away
it's there in all of my dreams
remaining here when I wake
gnawing like...

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In the sea of  swirling dust that is our infinity
Held together by the breath of Divinity
Infinitesimal microdots are we
Yet megalomania rules our see.

Do ants blindly view themselves as lords of their world
In their intricately marshalled social whirl?
Does the Higgs Boson,if it exists,
Boast worlds invisible...

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Didn't really fit in, so I put up a facade, built upon my sin, to make em grin, and applaud. It was all just a fraud.
Outrageous me, courageous me, Look, I'm free, nothing gonna cage me! I got no fear! 
Ah, but that was all just smoke...

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Her eyes aren’t hollow holes
A smoke and mirror trick 
She’s filled with gasoline
Not as soulless as you may think

She spites bitter memories
Her skin flares
Itch away the pain
Raw from you picking away

Sand paper could feel better
Than the words you run along her
Close your eyes
You won’t want...

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A walk so brazen
A walk so bold
A walk so true
A walk so broken
A walk so cold
A walk with you

Godless heathens who pray to the heavens
For parlay, forgiveness, recourse
Prayers
To see parties, happiness and of course
Families and children whose moments they will treasure forever 
If a part...

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Fog is a folded shadow cast on a concrete wall
Dim lights fall to the dirty pavement drains
As rain sweeps up around the gutter rims
Along the open cracks a mist fills in
In currents rippled, diamond tumbled days
To the streets as steaming sheets of white
Streams gather into...

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The best of years

in a side room where things are put to be used later but never will
there is an old “brother” typewriter gathering dust, bought a day
I felt like Mike Spillane, drinking whisky and smoking cigarettes
while writing rapidly about the hidden crime world of...

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Annoying Annalise does whatever she can to bother her class.
Smoke and mirror she uses are loud, annoying, and a little crass.
Her teacher is beyond knowing exactly what to do.
Annalise has been bothering people since the age of two.

She wants attention, but her parents are workaholics...

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Class clown
Attention
Keeps class laughing
The smoke and mirror expert
Conquers

Class clown
In fine form
Spins his classmates
So they don’t know that he
Can’t read

Class clown
Happiness
Demonstrated
A big giant pretense
Class clown...

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Magic

The kind that stretches
The fabric of who you are
And in a blinding instant
Makes you more than you were
Somewhere deep inside
We all know the trembling thrill
Oh, not sleight of hand or
Exquisite stage illusions
Not smoke and mirror card tricks
Or up close abracadabra
It is the high octane magic...

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Writers write to master the minds
like mine to master, be thines,
5th century Greek writers Patriarch
Herodotus, Thucydides and Plutarch.

They savor the flavor, 'Land Battles', be
Persia and Greece, intro 5th century.

Persian priests', called it magosh, then,
Greeks termed the word magoi when
it changed to mageia and then magika,
hence,...

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Slaves to our Doctrine 
Category: Writing and Poetry 


Slaves to our Doctrine, we comply heads bowed

voices are muted, complacent but cowed

This 'Ism is ours,  we defend it so blindly

not seeing through disasters occurred so timely

Hateful fervor fueled by fear

Evil greed snuck through smoke and...

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