Best Synthetic Poems
Food for thought!...today~some Quantum physicists believe we live in a holographic universe...with multi-dimensional realities living side by side...and these multiverses only exist if observed upon...
Spurious spatiotemporal spacious synthetic skies
Contrarious curious conundrums critically compromise
Mysterious matter melding metamorphically mystifies
Nefarious neurological nilpotent neurons normalize
Insidious idealized information instructions immunize
Hilarious holographic hallucinogens hyperactively hypnotize
Various vector voids vivaciously vaporize
Delirious denurulizing defragments deceivingly digitize
Jan.11.2020
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. “The Artistic Style-lings of a Synthetic Cubist”
Friends help scratch
Harlequins
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SECOND PLACE WINNER 6-25-09
Pablo Picasso’s “Three Musicians”
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Three_Musicians
Entered in Brian Strands “Septimal Fun Contest"
(itch) refers to his musical aptitude
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder...that's what I told her...but she didn't believe
Used to ugliness and cold crime scenes
Like a bad dream...smelling roses while gettin tangled up in thorns
Pain of death...pain of being born
Wet,cold,and wartorn
There is no bottom to her her bottomless hole
She's a quick deadly queen with a synthetic soul
She smiles like the sun and hides her furious frown
I roll a little closer and I know I'm going down
This chaos clown needs his frustration fix
With the spirit of a scarecrow...she's made of straw and sticks
Like a demigod diva with razor sharp claws
I can't forget her naughty number...I'm forced to make that call
I climb to her throne then I fall in defeat
Kicked hard in the face...still I can't retreat
Dazed and dumfounded now I question it all
Casting pearls to a sexy swine with a synthetic soul
Her crown of cruelty...it deludes and it deceives
The jewels they sparkle brighter than black nights lost out at sea
She says "YOU'RE FREE"...but I know I'm still a captive
I'm getting distracted as her detours make straight ways crooked
Virgins,vixons,harlots,hookers
With supernatural x-ray vision now I'm a looker
I can see through confusion
I can see through storms
I can see through the heart of the honey with the synthetic soul
Insignificant
This dust
A void
We trust
This is real
Magnetic solids
Fate is sealed
Whatever
You call it
So struggle still
Churning fauna
In constant flux
Earthly sauna
Show me
The end
If it’s soon
I can't defend
Synthetic moons
I’d like to gift you this diamond ring
Shining on top of the low karat gold
For, my dear, while Valentine’s coming
Your fine finger will look really untold
People glance would think authentic
Briefly, appraises for a pricey jewelry
Consider some adornments synthetic
Made celebrities glorious and pretty
Delight the jewelry that we possess
Be proud of everything that we own
The pricy things greed brings us sadness
Smile to the simple synthetic stone
In our hearts, we build up a happy life
Love won’t survive just on costly style
Explode the galaxy
iron out this wrinkle in time
Cheapen a poor mans rich taste in fashion
it’s habit to be a creature of design
When the delicate send out the search party
start by scanning the various roadsides
follow the stench of day old regret
that should lead in right to my location
Where have I landed?
A strangers planet Earth?
A manic depressives getaway?
A lunatics wet dream?
Drain the oceans
bleed the kids on the mountain
the formidable foes of the knife I haven’t sharpened yet
jam packed arenas stocked with fresh meat
I’ll start at the bottom
-The Man-
The man holds the hand of his wife
greeting me with a reverse handshake
Something grainy about his personal life
leaked into his lovers tears
it sure as hell isn't this lady on his arm
Rinse his eyes in a river of lust only to let him see what he's done has scorched the Earth
straying too far from...
Rid you
Burn
The scum secretes
my head can't take much more of this eyesore
total eclipse of his soul has begun
Next up...
-The Harlot-
The girl holding the rose laughing
she’s breeding an uncanny look of impurity
Nothing perverse about what I’m thinking
it’s what she is
Spreading a soil around the town that reeks
a forked road where she walks down the handle
nothing she won’t do
nothing she won’t take or see
Come here and meet me in the middle
there aren’t so many eyes here
I’m sure this won’t be the most popular of assassinations
everyone likes a harlot
Excitement stimulates
Diseases decimate
Make up your minds
-The Vagrant-
Traveling on web feet has begun to hurt his ego
burn his shoes and prick at the calloused soul of a man ravaged by nothing
Pity is lost on skin without purpose
throw a penny at something that begs
spare a nickel for a chosen profession
Demon in disguise if you ask me
Blameless self de-evolution personified in a cardboard box
warming themselves with headlines and bold ink
Cold?
Maybe
Alas, what I do must be done
It's a thirst unquenched by a common liquid and if not
then innocence is lost in a blink of an eye
Explode this galaxy
iron out this wrinkle in time
Numbing the emotional pain that is not visible
It stills present behind a mask that shows a smile
To the outside world, but is holding tears inside
Hallucinating with the shot injection that kills with
A venom that slowly poisons the mind and body
Recreating a fantasy world when the realities
Are not seen with the anesthesic effects, until
One day, one injection is not enough and
Trying to escape from the torments carried inside
A needle is stuck in the arm, leaving forever
Founding his body abandoned in the street
Nobody reclaimed him, been buried as John Doe
Without leaving a legacy of good deeds in his life
Sometimes life lessons can be very painful to endure
But drugs use is not the answer. Pray for Direction
And take the decisions that will bring you a better tomorrow
4-9-2016
For Images that make you think Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
Picture Number 3
Third Place
Written May 1, 2013
Where does it end
Oh where's it end
With a synthetic loving man
Right where we began
Where it began
Love is such a simple thing
Why does it dangle on a string
Like slow spinning redemption
Waiting for the start of spring
The autumn harvest left me here
A new day breeds the new year
Romantics drop like leaves
From a tree so easily
Where's it end
Oh where's it end
With a synthetic loving man
Right where we began
Where it began
You are the home to come back to
a prominence of my starry body
enduring there as a warning
to all of that asteroids throbbing at our
affixed paper door
this soul is engraved with
each of your microscopically misformed curve
irregularly modified word
aligned posture
parted attitude and
shards of perception collected in crumpled framework of skeleton
in all those desecrated parts of you lies a thought of me
Synthetic satisfaction derived in the shade
On the edge of the page that defies the sage stage
Where wear and tear declare war to degrade the head
That buttresses my resistance and persistence to engage
In conveying and purveying messages
Between my avatar and the siren I thought would break a record
Wearing down my reluctance to acknowledge difference in wages
As a major factor in the substance of the discord
That rages on from comments and moments I began keeping a low profile
To build bridges with ridges of my conscience
Which prescribes neurons march in a single file
To rebuild edges and wedges whose science
Holds that romance commenced in an African pot
After a rebound from a duel with the miniature
A herbalist despatches to whisk the cot
In which I take a break from the literature
Casanova and his supernova shoves down my brain
Attempting to initiate me into the cult
Whose vaunted principle lies in imposing strain
On men and women who look down on the catapult
That steals arrows from Cupid
Emasculating and diluting his capacity
To render lovers less rigid and more stupid
Such their plasticity and elasticity croon a ditty
Mourning the dying culture of stoicism
In favour a wearing my heart on shirt sleeves
If romance rays should illuminate the prism
That scatters feelings as soon as sanity leaves
Determine my resistance in need of a boost
Ought to travel to the most faithful filling station
To replenish the stamina I need to rule the roost
Not by coercion or ostentation, but by substantiation and expiation.
The man at the pulpit is screaming at me
He calls me a fool and he calls me a fiend
But who is the monster? I just cannot tell
He'll be the one soon burning in Hell
He rants and he raves about death and disease
While shaking his fists and shouting his pleas
His eyes burn like acid
His words are like doom
From scapegoat to scapegoat he tears open wounds
He shepherds lost lambs then devours them whole
Still one day soon he will pay for their souls
Too many holes in his so called holiness
Now his crooked face drops and his blue eyes turn black
The serpent is smiling and set to attack
With venom and vengeance turning his dark devil days into neverending night
He screams now forever inside a bottomless hole
Good buy and good riddance to the synthetic savior with a see through soul
Why must you boudoir bring me an empty bag full of fake?
Pinocchio emotions: wooden soul mannequin real
Your impulses beat a synthetic heart mood —
artificial aorta stimulation ~ false erotic excitation
Making it so hard to pump up contrived passion,
when I’m getting so many tissue soft, milquetoast excuses
as to why you’re always missing in merge action
I don’t believe your tears of contrition are real ...
see, here’s the deal —
Me tasting no substitute was the attraction thrill
Once you got the plastic access,
enabling for an instant gratty hi-rise, material elevation
A funky vibe got dropped on the Cloud 9 date vine,
and the alternate current rain paraded imposter elation
Counterfeit love declaration bell bottom dings
started ear chiming with the sultry pleasuring
Bottom line sensations, gong bosom calculating
You’re accrued credit to the lass canine race,
cardio dressed in Marie Antoinette violet lace
Guillotine guilt was disembodied false grace,
repentant wet blush stroked an invisible trace
Ugly thoughts painted on a pretty angelic face ...
clipped wings: be a forged halo prize for haste
So sorry that a makeup do-over couldn’t take place
I found out you had a synthetic stack of sorrows
stashed for a rental getaway rainy day
Victoria building up the secret portfolio courage,
befo’ you go centipede creeping astray
Your skyscraper acquisition desires
wasn’t nothing but a disengaged, EKG rocket boost
A surgical science project
of a failed bypass carjack
Blunt scalpel carotid cut the angle criminally obtuse
But you got caught in the act ...
Trying to steal someone else’s family jewels
just ain’t chastity cool
So sugar, you can keep your recycled sack of sorrows,
it’s alright, baby ... do believe me
Please accept my handwritten,
parting dear Joan message
lip inked urgently
But, it was tardy delivered
with the utmost synthetic sincerity
Save me, Cotton, save me, O,
from the Polyester foe.
Shield me with your porous weave
on back and neck and chest and sleeve
lest I be trapped and worn to bits
by Acetates and Double-knits
that tease and taunt with silken flair
yet hide their poison: WASH AND WEAR.
Blessed Linen, Wool and Silk,
the likes of which are mother's milk
please keep me in your sacred shell
and save me from synthetic hell.
I come prepared with iron and board
as any knight with shield and sword
and would remain pure and chaste(though lonely)
if I could but read the words: DRY CLEAN ONLY.
On bended knee I plead, I beg
(while nursing an arthritic leg)
keep me save and free from harm
beneath your oh-so-natural arm.
If this aid you are ill to rend
I would settle for a blend.
P.S. But absolutely me no wanna
that vile nylon called, Qiana!
Yet another soul taken away.
Another family's loss is great.
Another time tears rolled down this face.
Why won't they realize its purpose and quit making these mistakes
Barely an adult still having child like thoughts
Barely coping with life and all that it's brought
Numbing the emotions is what is sought
But death is all that's caught.
They feel these struggles these days it's so hard to make ends meet
Opportunities are few they can't seem to get on their feet.
They prefer to forget their failures prefer to just sleep
And while attempting to be okay they forget to breathe
They look peaceful like the pain has left
But little do we know they are dangling so close to death
In a minute it's slows to one maybe two or just three breaths
And then....
They are gone right before your eyes
We scream to the heavens begging to know why
Our hearts our souls are devasted as our eyes cry.
Breaking us inside
It takes away our ability to cope
Some choosing the drug some not even knowing it's in their dope.
Killing the same whether or not you know
So little of this drug can end all hope
Listen to me hear what I am saying
If you know they are doing drugs then don't even play
Don't kick them out or push them away
Don't feed their habits but understand their ways
They don't mean to hurt you. No it's not an excuse.
They want to be okay, to be clean but wonder what's the use.
These days are hard even more so for our youth.
The pandemic, desocialization, struggling in work, at home, and in school.
Give them knowledge, give them a reason to hope.
Show them different ways to be okay and to cope.
Don't belittle the addict, don't tie the knot in the rope.
Restore their faith, don't let them turn even more to dope.
Don't whisper accusation
Don't deliver ultimatums
Don't end relations
Don't add to their equations
Be honest, speak up, make your thoughts and feelings quite apparent.
Allow them to show emotions as they scream and rant.
Listen when they say they wish they could stop but feel that they can't.
Don't roll your eyes thinking that they can.
Its dangerous and painful withdrawals, emotionally and physically.
Don't push them away. They will need their family.
And not just financially.
Be patient for they'll recover eventually.
Stop the useless fatalities.
Dazzling, synthetic lights emanate from polished silver,
Penetrating my deep, chemically induced sleep.
Blinking sensitive eyes, I raise my swirling head.
I sit up and walk into a corridor of glass display cases.
Rustic farm tools, mannequins wearing clothing from the past and present fashions, pottery from long ago…
A collection of some kind, featuring timeless treasures and ordinary items of little to no monetary value.
A discombobulated hoard of flea market finds?
I came to another display difficult to make sense of…another display of mannequins except these wore no clothing and floated in some viscous liquid.
A chill went up my spine and I knew not why until…one opened their eyes and looked at me!
I awaken. Bright sunlight streams into my bedroom windows. I recall everything in a moment of time.
Sitting up, pain and horror, a poisonous flower blossom opening red petals in my mind…
A nightmare or mad illusion? I see nothing but my room, and hear nothing now but…
… silence.