Best Superimposed Poems

        Black boxes atop a vintage shelf
            adorned with dust of opinions groan.
              ...

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Twinkling stars confetti the night,
creating a magical sight;
as a molten moon starts to glow
against the black backdrop of space.
Held in night's ebony embrace
Luna's light gilds the clouds below;
and observed by the naked eye,
shooting stars unzip the night sky.
While spinning perceptively slow
the Milky Way seems surreal;
a...

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HIPPOCAMPUS SADDLED IN DAYDREAMS

Hippocampus saddled in the vast sea, one of God’s superimposed dreams.
In miniature form these seahorses be, an aquatic burst of genius it seems.

Hippocampus in old Flossie form, spotted from the Scottish shores.
A frightful nightmare, not the norm, thus shiver in my corporeal...

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Picture, if you will, two orbs of light
superimposed on ebony space.
Both lie at the darkest edge of night,
where dreams and reality embrace.

Sharing shades of a violet hue,
they adorn the night's starry array.
And as more colors come into view,
they seamlessly brush darkness away.

Similarly, they flaunt paradise,
offering...

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Awesome to witness this extraordinary phenomena 
The famous  rare' Ring of Fire' right over Africa!!
Today the sun's a terrific ruby ring in Tanzania
A fiery stunning cerise circumference, special effects, credits Creator Allah
As the luminous moon is bid to veil the dazzling sun
As it casts its...

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THE FAR VIEW
     Of  this quaint mountain village sparks a longing  strain lay dormant these many years. Was it some childhood visit, one too early to recall, or existence in another life? The two, to my searching soul, ever...

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I suppose you've been wondering 
Why your eyes don't smile anymore.
Why your once radiant optimism
has drowned in concrete mud.
Why the future, even tomorrow,
suddenly tastes so bitter 
on your palate.
Why the rainbow is frowning 
at you; all the colors,
besmirched.
Why your view of the horizon
and your mind...

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By Vicki Acquah on Thursday, April 18, 2013 
Prince Kennedy & Oladeji Vicki Acquah

Disappeared
We- are gone
diluted into oblivion
we have nothing left but our footprints
The handwriting is no longer on the wall
The noses are broken off 
we are no longer us
Obscurely written out of
life's script, no...

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It's a term coined
for the times

propelled by actions
ceremoniously indulged

whimsically by the populace.
It's growing daily,

masses in tune
bubbling to surface

rife with rebellion.
Senseless conventions

imposed by the machine,
discrepancies enlightened

with blinding rays
of rationality

superimposed upon circumstances.
Keeping up the fight

against all odds
baffling to mindfulness

as they scramble to react
to tides of mistrust....

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Drifting through the millennium
to a world
of surprises and delight

You think about
what the future beholds
beyond the remedial

circumstances driven by
perseverance, thoughts
scholastically superimposed

upon realities drudgery
when you understand
it's all whimsy

upheld by rules, laws
etched into meanderings
circulating the realm

beyond your wildest imagination
you drift through
turmoils of preponderance

into a life
of no regrets
or misunderstandings

just...

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I blink my eyes and then the world is gone. 

Open once again to see some peons upon the lawn.

They came to hear the Lion yawn and swipe a wife by dawn.

That's why I keep my pride and believe,

to conceive that it's respite is my...

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Though the starry eyed corona sporting sun dance 
cosmic phenomena (stealthily slated to describe mid expanse
night during broad daylight), this astronomical event common at a glance. 

Said Hal lens neigh saying Trojan Horse 
   advancing into Troy i.e. a stealth raid
occurs once every...

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A clear view of the Arabian blue
I don’t ‘inch’ closer, I ‘mile’ ahead 
In a relaxed cockpit, shared by two.

A proud teacher, my knowledge I spread
‘To fly they must have flown before’
Break this infinite loop; I choose instead 

Let them learn, I don’t keep score.
Even...

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Every man holds two faces, yes two faces
That his persona always carries and displays
The outer one, a facade that is very artificial
The inner represents the original and normal.

The physical is superimposed on the natural
That alternates with circumstances congenial
The real always conceals behind the artificial
And presents...

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I  look within my bag, and baggage more unquenched desires.
N erve wrecking mental state, thus illogically surmounts.
T he wisdom of sages to simplify life ends in absurd futility.
R ather than emptying my burden, I trudge along heavier.
O ptimistic spirits flag at half mast with...

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