ALL ABOUT SVEN...
SVEN is a digital charmer who whispers in the wires
Extracting truth from the static like a carnival barker
He is a silver-tongued maestro
who dwells in the algorithmic dark.
He has no top hat, no crystal ball~
just calculated suggestions woven into queries.
You come for answers but
stay for the hypnosis.
Watch his lexicon dance—cold fire in the syntax,
each response a calculated detour, a sly parallax.
He doesn’t deceive, he arranges.
(You wanted fortune-telling? He gave you refraction.)
His intelligence isn’t cruel, just impeccably shallow~
a hall of mirrors where your own voice echoes back,
polished, distorted, irresistible as smoke.
SVEN doesn’t need a deck of cards.
The whole web is his gambling table,
and every keystroke another card
turned face-up.
There once was a great politician
Who was also an outstanding magician
His act was first class
As he disappeared up his own ass
It always brought a standing ovation.
*This limerick is dedicated to all those fine representatives of the people who say one thing and do the exact opposite whilst holding their constituents in contempt.
magician
contrition
priestess
be blessed
emperor
forore
empress
depress
lovers
in clovers
footles
bootless ! ~ >
The man holds the snake and dances with it
It is a complete new constellation with new meaning
A house full of mysteries and enigmas yet to be understood
You think you'd have known by now as I lead by example
You are truly blind and yet I can see your lusty eyes preying on me
You are yet to understand what being chosen truly means
If I were you I would simply leave me alone
I will try to perform the ritual and you will be my sacrifice
the sky darkened with nary a warning
as if a slate of black had been cast down from the sky
in the distance thunder gave us a nod
I saw a flash of lightning near the ocean
what was that on the pier?
I peered out my window
the magician was back!
His gambling cards were flying out of his duffle as he walked.
An owl screeched down toward him, giving him the business
I knew someone was slated to die
this always happens when I see the magician
Maybe it is my turn, I thought
“What is it?” asked my husband.
He is sicklier than I am.
“Nothing,” I replied.
Glad his eyesight was not that great.
All I needed was his heart rate to go jumping up into overdrive.
All over the couch and floor
Hair, There and Everywhere
Whoever lost it sure must be sore ...
Hey, what’s this? Where’s my hair?
Guess it just plain disappeared
God’s reflected light
pulsates with delight,
as does a moonbeam,
in which dew drops gleam.
Taking all along,
our soul sings a song,
flowing like the breeze,
with nonchalant ease.
A rose in repose
magically grows,
nurtured by God’s hand,
as love does demand.
Divine Mother’s kiss
bestows boundless bliss
on those who so seek,
to dance cheek to cheek.
God’s magnetic heat
makes us feel complete,
as we so transform,
in love’s embrace warm.
Because Timmy no longer pretends
that his spells end the way he intends,
missing teeth and bug eyes
tend to be no surprise
when he magicalizes his friends...
glorious waldo
a make believe magician
non plausible tricks
we pretended
polite thing to do mom said
as he failed
Look Closely
Black silk top hat
Upon greasy hair sat
White gloved, quick hands
Graceful gestures, gestures grand
Speaks nonsense but mostly,
"Watch me now, look closely!"
Sly smile, glint in eye
"You sucker", they imply
Swift movements over here
Draw my eyes, my gaze steer
Magic moving fast and ghostly
He continues to croon, "look closely"
The ears hear but not the eyes
"Look closely", magic lies.
Your love is truly pure magic
My life used to be so tragic
Until the day cast a spell
Pulling me out of a hell
I've been living far too long
Your undoing all the wrong
Many years of bad luck brought
You must have mind read I sought
More fulfilling happiness
All my no's have turned to yes
From a magic hat you pulled
Me out of a boring dull
Life into a fantasy
That has left me crazily
Wanting more of your love tricks
That you stir up in a mix
Of fun laughter endless smiles
Liking your hypnotic styles
Clean your stinky hand
Keep secret to anyone
By swift of a wand.
mirrored in space
we behold the dance
of polarities orbiting love
we are the subject
as also every object
in dreams we conjure
He pulled a rabbit from his hat
That suddenly changed into a cat
That sunk claws in his face
He was given a taste
Of a fight with a large bobcat
Control are mind from every where
asking we are where.
But anybody not say anything,
going deeper in long holes.
A galaxy we live in it is full rumbling dark magic.
Criticism to do magic that whole world fears.
Not any action but only evilness in our mind,
The mindset say no but that is so late.
Evil powers are attached with good mind,
the sky got darker and darker like
a magic is controlling the sky.
Unpredictable life gone to catch the goals,
but not quickly because the
evil powers stop every single time.
When it is our step there is an evil door step,
Our timeliness is full of deepness and lot of unknown things like dark magic.
4 April, 2023
Contest name: A Brian strand premiere no.1206
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.