Illogic Poems | Examples

The Darkened Sky Stole My Tears

Darkness devours my miserly despondent room.
Wide windows covered shutting all luminous light
A taciturn thief that stole even the stars.
I sigh, a sudden suffering, it steals my sorrow from my eyes.
“The Darkened Sky Stole My Tears.”  


She had left for good, no reason given.
Sorrowful soreness cling to my weary heart.
I feel a dreadful dirge hurting inside my breast,
My humble heart dances a worthless wake.
And still no sign of a flash of light in the dark.

My heart beats an echo of an illogic rhythm.
A mournful lullaby comes and goes in my head.
I curse the hush of darkened air, desperate echoes.
The mournful dirge suddenly flickers light
Through louvers and then I find my dreadful tears.

Placed 1

Purim Theorem!

Purim Theorem!

Rambam holds Hashem is math,
Hashem does not take a path,
Like “Squaring the Circle”,
Such is illogical,
Yet the Zohar differs on Hashem’s craft!

Witness the Aron anomaly,
Giving rise to a homily,
Finite length & width yet zero volume,
Boggling the mind, yielding it solemn,
Evoking Emunah more than normally!

Size yet no volume?
Anomaly! as in Shalom,
Moshe saw that the “Burning Bush”,
Was unconsumed, he didn’t silence: Hush!,
Risking ridicule, courage to be alone!

Moshe saw water & fire combine,
Hashem’s Shalom nonintuitively align,
Illogic surprise from mire,
Despair be gone!  Lost? A Divine sign!

Purim, 339 Before Common Era,
Hashem again was a true “Chevra”,
Upending Haman’s goose,
In a long necked noose,
Saving the Yidden from an evil schema!

Arrogance vanquished,
Anomaly? Yes by logic languished,
Expect the unsuspected,
Human reason dissected,
Headstand of man anguished!

“Shemayim’s” Burning Bush is a hymn,
Let the “Olam” Hear Him,
Again no novelty,
“Chiddush” renewal, an end to “Evilty!”
All Adds Up to Purim Theorem!

The illogic saves the day

Not-two

Breaks the spell

Of separation..

Perhaps..

Perhaps not..

The illogic may

Save the day...

Staring Off Into Space

Out of his mind
  lost all control
Whither his soul

Mad as can be
  completely insane
Whereto his brain

Garbled speech
  making no sense
Illogic dispensed  

Here he comes now
  staring off into space
Kindly greet him with grace…

He’s a card-carrying member
  of our crazy rat race

A Coil of the Labyrinth

A coil of the labyrinth winds deep into the night. 
A path that is tortuous and falls 
into terror turning left then suddenly right.

Something sits in a dark room 
pondering the moves of kings. 
Hearts imagine a world of fire. 
Oppression of governments that are tangled 
in the web of the labyrinth, like mist.

The mind of a God-King; 
a man of Flesh and
Cyberdreams. 
An intelligence that damns all
is spoiled by the blood of the innocents.

The coil of the labyrinth. 
An enigma of future kings and minds of turmoil. 
An empire of illogic; Chaos in a sea of control. 
Coils wind deep into the Darkness…

The beast of myth is built by mankind. 
As minds ponder the moves of kings,
the assassination of Queens. 

Tangled in the coils of the spine. 
A maze is ablaze in holy fire. 
Labyrinth; it spirals deep 
into the dusky fortress of kingdoms to come.

A torrent path full of dread at every twist and
turn whines deep into the night. 

A path that is tortuous
falls into terror 
turning left 
then suddenly 
right.







…a traitorous path at night!

Words Fail Me

Words fail me
illogic sickens our world
as we’re caught in the
dystopic distemper 
of our times.

The ice cube’s melting
the waters rising,
yet our house burning
as this ill wind blows
nobody no good
and that puff of LA breeze
only spreads the stench
of viral victims.

Our future discounted
by doubting Thomas deniers
prophets of false truths
doubling down on 
discounted discredited lies
whilst the cryptocurrency  
of insurrection warps
once patriotic minds.

Words fail me.

Nonsensical

Wrong is right and right is wrong.
Long is short and short is long.
Black is white and white is black.
Toilet paper we may lack.

All is zero. Zero’s all.
There’s no writing on the wall.
Down is up and up is down.
The scientist is now a clown.

Toes need hands and hands need feet.
Siberia does not need heat.
Cold is hot and hot is cold.
The old are young; the young are old.

Kitties bark and dogs meow.
There is no need of money now.
In shadows, shine. In sunlight, lurk.
He who works hard is a jerk.

Harsh noises blind, and snow storms burn.
No child is left behind. All learn!
Illogic see and reason lose.
Never have to pay your dues!

Dead’s alive; alive is dead.
To sleep well, do not go to bed!
Straight is crooked; Crooked’s straight.
Does heaven even have a gate?

Hell is heaven; heaven’s hell.
All humanity is well.
Light is dark and dark is light.
Peaceful earthlings like to fight.

The rich are poor; the poor have riches.
Politics leave us in stiches.
Night is day and day is night.
Right is wrong and wrong is right.

Sept. 11, 2021
For the Nonsense Rhyme Poetry Contest of charles messina
Now for  'A BRIAN STRAND 1093' Poetry Contest

Women

I like being a woman in a men s world.
         The world think that.
the woman is weak and wan,
         with no strength.
What an illogic logic,
         it seems like it is a creep and cheap world.  
How would they know that,
   how it fells being bleeding five days every month
and still, they think
    we have no strength.......

Ramble

what language form's best
for non-material things
minds and ideas...
aren't just illusion
they're based on experience
and so a language...
repeats and reflects
on itself to the point that
illogic is clear...
in the confusion
that passes of what is now
this 'mine' that i steer...
blah blah blah....

Illogic

Born brown, bad.
Turned brown in a tanning booth, good.

Born black, bad.
Dressing all in black, good.

The Passive Voice

THE PASSIVE VOICE (Grammar series)

In Italy a glorious Voice 
Was employed by Pavarotti
In England of voice we’ve a choice
Which sounds a little dotty

When we sing our verbs of action
The way we do, it sounds as if
We’re committing a verbal infraction
For these words can be voiced in the PASSIVE

Just consider: if someone is active
There is something that someone is doing
And you'd  think that being passive
Means that doing they are eschewing

But we need not be hopeless or cynical
Say it' s  British illogic - insanity
We'll be annoyingly rational and clinical
Causing foreigners to express profanity

However you parse it or say it
While in both voices something is done
In the ACTIVE we say who did it 
But in PASSIVE might not say which one

So in solving a murder for the fun of it
And answering: "Who fired the gun?"
We need not claim the butler 'dun of it'
But inscrutably say: "It was done"

Thus the PASSIVE is my voice of choice
For my deeds despicable or infractive
But for actions worth merit, that I rejoice
I will happily indulge in the ACTIVE.

Losing My Memory

LOSING  MY MEMORY 


Factual material
In dissembling separate realms
Different lots at an auction sale
Of a lifetime
Purchased with precious time
Time  wasted ; 
Now with instinct feelings
All disassembled
And greater than the separate parts.
 
Jumbled in the lumber room of memory
Lots of material  -
And volumes are increasingly
Missing from my shelves.
I know I had them once
But they’re gone :
Sometimes in the illogic of sleep
They return momentarily.

Human Frailty

...Apologies to Heraclitus and W. H. Auden...

We, defeated by the merest things,
in defeat, endure...for now.

No abiding truth in faith:
origins and destinations
we cannot differentiate,
all random, unguided
by any prescient power;
but, not illogical
(there is no illogic.)

We impose all universal order,
influence what subsequently occurs,
to learn, or not, through endless repetition,
endless failure...and we are
but a current iteration,
here for now -- in constant flux,
defeated by the merest things.

Courage and nobility derived
from continued confrontation,
continued endless struggle,
let us show an affirming flame.

Scissors

Scissors and paper cuts
gashes, slashes, and crooked ruts.
Thank society, you made me this way
Everyone knows there's a price to pay.

Burns and scars, brutal pain
mind anticipating compensating insane
Thank society, illogic persuasion is completely sane.
Everyone knows society can blame.

Darkened dreams, morbid thoughts
my body churns while my insides rot
society deems the unjust and unfit
this part of life i have to admit.

Eyes bleeding, flesh tearing
why are dreams sometimes unbearing
society forsakes what they fail to understand
if you agree, take a stand.

Extinguish and Emblaze

We do not despise 
What God gave us 
We do not dislike 
Our countless flaws
We whom wonder hastily 
Clinching to life after life
Hanging on with no purposes
Just the desired selfishness
To be alive
Claiming to be depressed
Claiming to be out ruled
Outlived 
But who is it to blame
When one tries continually and repeatedly 
And the thing one desires 
Is not to be set in claim?
To live is to be alive
Cling to life 
Outspread life
And contaminate life 
But when one has the false desire 
To terminate life
One has gotten the opposite meaning of living
And other ones must help this one
Give him a better understanding
A better view
A brighter view of life
Or perhaps how foolish one could be to end such grace
How illogic and insane
Or perhaps ungrateful 
One could be to the creator 
To God 
To Allah 
To live fully 
Is to truly extinguish 
The bleak fire of one’s destruction 
And to emblazon the torch of existing gratitude

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