Long Deja Poems
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Deja Vu; I believe that's what knowing minds call this anomaly.
Another Baroque tinged ballroom boasting bona fide blue-bloods.
Poorly feigned elan for the singing dilettante causing the cacophony.
The ennui in the room due, I'm sure, to the
artistic Carte Blanche given the chirping dud.
It's time someone demonstrate "avant-garde;" give them an actual reason for the sneers.
So on my way out I'll loose this brassiere and with a toss add some "bulbs" to the chandelier!
01/24/2018
(It's 10 lines on my tablet :D)
Assigned words:
Anomaly, Avant-garde, Baroque, Bona fide, Cacophony, Carte Blanche, Deja Vu, Dilettante, Elan, Ennui
When love went away...many many long years ago
A life of roller coasters
Ocean waves ---storm inside the brain---Titanic Blues --
A Dissipated Dream
A long nightmare ---Sleepless lullaby
Black and White rainbow ---
Kaleidoscope Heart ---Souvenir
Life spent all alone---
Colorblind Dreamscape
Wait for return,.. I miss you
Whispering trees---All remind me of you
Beyond the light--- My eternal grief
Canopy of Pain ---Graveyard of dreams
Echo came back---You Complete me..
Undeciphered.. The Horizon of Eternity
The Unknown---Unfinished poem
Deja vu---One sided Love...Silent Love...
Obsession ---Paradise
Love you Forever.
Dated 12 th of July 2019
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premonition, deja vu and clairvoyance reveal
that life as unveiled has already occurred
impulsed by soul in the ethereal domain
there then being only limited free will
being response to life as it unfolds
where if we be tranquil and acceptant
nothing at all need be done for all is well
recognising that this life is but a lucid dream
and time itself is an illusion replaying vibrations
already created but played out in slow motion
solely for our heart's delight and soul growth
which we have ourselves so chosen to feel
resolving conflicts in the cauldron of love
in time transcended blissful stillness
29-November-2022
The alarm blasts me awake
From a fitful night’s sleep,
Another day of bills to pay
And promises to keep.
Dropping Patanol in my eyes
As I attempt to slowly rise,
Feeling disparate deja vus
As my morning coffee brews.
And I make a mental note
To try and get more sleep
Then just as quickly forget
As I leave the room to eat.
Sitting at the breakfast table
Where I find that I am able,
To spend a few, quick minutes,
And rummage through the obits.
Is there someone I know?
And then right before I go,
Count how many are my age
Before I put down the page.
And I make a mental note
To eat less and workout more
Then just as quickly forget
As I rush out the door.
I arrive at my job.
Turn my office doorknob,
Begin my daily routine
Taking breaks in between.
And my boss storms in mad
Says “You did something bad!”
And I make a mental note
To do better next time
Then just as quickly forget
When I leave at closing time.
Returning home feeling famished
I notice some damage
To the roof and the doors
And the siding and floors.
And the gutters are hanging
And the shutters are banging.
And I make a mental note
To make time for repairs.
Then just as quickly forget
As I climb the porch stairs.
I finally make it inside
And after eating decide
To relax in the den
Before my favorite show begins
Then I notice God’s Word
On the table undisturbed.
And I make a mental note
To take time to read God’s Word. . .
Hey, wait! I can do this now!
So, I open up God’s Word
“faith follows the thing heard”
And I understand the hope
That allows us all to cope
And I make a mental note
To read, meditate and pray.
The Holy Bible gives us courage
So we can face another day!
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Jamais Vu ~ "The feeling of being unfamiliar with something that is familiar. The opposite of deja vu."
These days, life is shroud in a fog so vivid
I’m forgetting what it was like before
I’m feeling saner in a truth so twisted
Nights sure have a way of exposing deplore
(And it took a while to realize but-)
I was jealous of all the lies I told,
the lessons I sought were self-assured
clotting my throat were vehement wisterias
as I let fear smile a perpetual hysteria
My tears tasted metallic
the tracks on my cheeks told tales of crimson
thoughts bitter, bitter, static
just blood in my veins and sickly sweet venom
Back then, you didn’t matter
that’s what I tell myself every plight
this world is an illusion yet to shatter
it is why you are prone to this pending bite
But words are the one time machine I get to have
the epitome of cruel hope each one of us vies
Yet we set ablaze dreams of ash
You and I, my young magpie
Alas you changed and I am changing
I know the reason we have changed is not time
for you were charged the crime of weeping
and I am mourning an ending mime
One last lie
I want to remember the person I was
One last goodbye
just another farewell my heart lost
It was so real
the sights, smells, and the people
in my dream were very familiar
there was a feeling of deja vu
Until the moment that
the person that I was hugging
faded into nothing as
I opened my eyes
It was morning
I had not been hugging
my deceased mother after all
it was just a dream
The person I was when I woke up,
and the person I was in my dream
are very different people,
on opposite sides of grief
Grief is such a strong emotion
that even a dream of a loss
can take you back to the first
heart wrenching days
However, the gift of a hug from
a deceased loved one is a precious
thing, and I am grateful
even though, it was just a dream
One and Only
Only Pornstar
My kitty’s fav
Inserting him
Make me screaming
Squirt loudly
While peaking
Thinking about you
Sliding in all night
That’s the reason
For not sharing
My kitty’s portrait, love
I will be due to that
All day and night wet
You are the only clue
In the queue
My darling deja- Vu
Best Alchemist Therapist
Joy and Toy for my ********
You’re the only one
On this Earth
Allowed to slide in
Enjoying pleasure
Hyped- up desiring
Our sex-testing
Jam-packed with
Love making – feast
Equal to wildest dreams
I am your mistress
A chained wild beast
A hungry thirsty
Longing for the most
Arousing first kiss
On my hissing lips
A place called Copenhagen, do you know its song?
Joy and laughter safely ride waves of light.,
and summer days are twenty-five hours long.
Do you still hear the sprocket's cadence and pedals din..
our hearts saying "follow me!" to clamour, and climax in sun,
along the perch fishing canals and Strøget's shops.
You wore Pegasus sandals and a Nørgaard 101 striped t-shirt.,. two sizes too small,
our bikes were true friends, our chains sang in unison,
to the lonely smiles of the raggedy ann town folk.
From the biergarten our parents look on..
sipping Carlsberg Pilsner and Mulberry Aquavit snaps.
Just a hint of sadness hidden behind sunglasses,
they knew that innocent sun too..
Let's sup on ourselves unrepentant,
where no one else can dine.
Your basket holds sweet fruit of existence..
the fresh bread of light in mine.
We'll make a pact to return one day,
where sunshine brightens the May,
and If the clouds turn to grey,
or we're separated by a crowd of strangers..
I'll look for you at the center, searching through the bins,
for what two foolish lovers threw away..
Among Kewpie dolls, sandals & scarves,
clothed déjà vu dreams abound.
Yet true hearts yearn for eternity still,
in Tivoli Garden's lost and found.
A is for amber ambition and amethyst dreams
B is for believing in yourself and becoming
C is for creativity courage and celebrating
D is for developing Deja vu and dancing
E is for engaging and encouraging
F is for fun flavor and fulfilling
G is for greatness and God and gifting
H is for happy holy and having
I is for interesting introvert
J is for joyful jokes and chicken that’s jerk
K is for kind kisses king kente
L is for love lavender and lake
M is for magic moon messenger music
N is for noon night now do it
O is for onyx oxtails and onions
P is for purple peace pinky toes with no bunions
Q is for queen quiet and quest
R is for red riot and required rest
S is for soul singing song
T is for Teal Taj Mahal tone
U is for Universe understanding
V is for violet vote and victory
W is for winning wholeheartedly writing
X is for xenophobia isn’t that exciting
Y is for yes yellow and you
Z is for Zulu people with eyes like moon
the unconscious
a source of images&actions
in disguise&gestures
interpreted
with
simile&metaphor
of
libidinal desire
of the unsound
made loud
opened
out of view
id&ego
expanded
frustrated freed
impulses exposed
as
universal symbols
from
the repository of memory
in
the fiction
of dream&myth
transitioned
into the realm
of reality
enigmas &illusions
magnified
made
manifest
again