Mastermind Poems - Poems about Mastermind

We have incoming, A soundwave invasion, Harmonic vibrations, Don't change the station, Embrace the sensation. Come, ride that wave in, Invoking all emotions, The ocean of notes, A potent healing potion. Music is my Medicine, Tones start sinking in, Notes are singing, Bringing peace. Ringing, Through existence, Releasing, The resistance, Trapped in my mind. Music is my Medicine, The Rhythm moves on in. Fingers start dancing, My feet are moving, My body gets grooving, Feeling the Flow. My heartbeat...

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We are masterminds. We can be cunning, But sometimes, we need a break from deception. They wonder about that. We smile less, and act as tired as we feel. Standing with them at the crosswalk. We never cross, we never trust green lights. All us masterminds… Hesitate too long… Get left behind. We can try to be cunning. But sometimes that’s all they need. To find us...

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Alone twiddling their thumbs, the chaotic mastermind sat in eternal quander of why they never really had any sort of control at all; Undisciplined and oblivious ringing in the air like bells the mastermind’s thoughts stood clamoring as he remained locked in silence; A safety net of disconnect; Chaotic Mastermind you’re not deep you’re flying; You’re not sharing a message...

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The mind is consciousness and brain is mastermind Brain is writer and brain is fighter Brain is fear and brain is tear Brain is smile and brain is dear Brain is cab and brain is a lab Brain is beam and brain is the theme Brain is one and brain is a team....

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Way back before this baby boomer waz astute countless decades before aye became long in the tooth, and also prior tomb ma sporting dentures to boot fond memories rush more than so far back envisioning illusory wind blown steppes (wait...this visage belongs to thine long since deceased maternal grandfather hub hill eave didst hail from Kiev, or some place thereabouts) within the mind of...

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The Poetic Mastermind of these times, Penetrating with organically written rhymes, Before you now, I’ve already won, Speaking in fluent poetic tongues, To all the puppets blindly strung, Classic lyrical plots, stung by the gunshots on some drastic target practice, From the abyss spilling Illmatic proof within hidden truths, Clues dance, forbidden tests laying to rest dogmatic tactical...

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Catacombs of memories..swirl. Fusions of light.. Wisp frantically.. Playing with my brain. Serpents dance to the sound. the sound of peace in my mind. Smokey visions of angels in blue. Violins enchant. Orchestra sounds.. Jesters practice for the King. A Camel lays in the sand. The sun's last radiance.. pierce the darkened sky. Salt in the sea breeze.. I breathe. I duck into the tent. Lantern's glow...

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Fantastical our minds... MASTERMIND Catacombs of memories..swirl. Fusions of light.. Wisp frantically.. Playing with my brain.. Serpents dance to the sound.. the sound of peace in my mind. Smokey visions of angels in blue. Violins enchant. Orchestra sounds.. Jesters practice for the King. A Camel lays in the sand. The sun's last radiance.. pierce the darkened sky. Salt in the sea breeze.. I breathe. I duck into the tent....

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This poem is dedicated to all the amazing poets here on Poetrysoup!! The poet mastermind Is back again - Beware! She’s got her pen, and thriving muse for poetry - her lair. She puts her pen on paper, And words begin to flow. Her sentences, are one by one, starting to shape and grow. They then turn into verses, only a part of the masterpiece which...

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Mastermind String bean of a youth because of an eating disorder Found a cure for that ailment called Mary Jane Grown a little bit south of the Tijuana border Fleet of both feet and wit, Oop’s I forgot about the tongue And a magnet for lots of chicks both old and young Speaking quite softly yet carrying a very big stick...

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The Mastermind isn't keen or shy. Though some have deemed him pretty sly, His life just keeps on passing by And in the end, he’s a normal guy. He speaks good French but he's not from France. He lives in a dream, dwells in a trance. His life never quite seems too advanced But he thinks it’s a fine song and dance. He...

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So many words cannot explain it And line by line I will frame it Who is the mastermind Look hard and you will find Him in this rhyme Look hard and you will find Him at the right time The mastermind I look forward to progress With no set backs Many give and take...

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