Short Deludes Poems
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No need to be good
when chasing the great
The moral imperative
deludes and conflates
With blinders on horses
we ride through the fray
Our eyes on tomorrow
— in search of today
(Dreamsleep: May, 2024)
noticing how flawed perception deludes
we glide in and out of the flow of life
embracing and releasing images
mindfully enlivening all by touch
in an aspect of joyous playfulness
effusing love through our radiant heart
Daring desire blooms in desert cactus
Sun-gilded mirage allures
Elusive betrayal oasis recedes
Dream dunes collapse.
The actor Bedouin strides on stage
Stringed free will deludes
Puppet’s poignant passion
Dances to the destiny designed rhythm.
Very strange and unexplorable
is this illusion in our mind.
It is like a glittering pearl
in our darkness inside.
It knits a fine linen with joy and dreams
Decorates the cloth with alluring things.
This sorcerer engulfs and covers us
With it’s dire hypnotism.
Then finally deludes and deceives us
So miserably with blankness.
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Amitava (15.7.2015) 7-00am
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Interesting
how the same words once iterated
tend to flow, just a little differently
than ever before, now placated.
The rhyme pursued,
free verse deludes
standards not quite right
or good enough this night.
There lay a transition
new poetic positions
for the poets listening
intent of finding what is missing.
Who decides
what is poor or best
as a heart and mind abide
the poetics of poetry's tests.
The crazed obsession
to rule the lives of others
rends the ruler's humanity
into tatters,
feeds, fills and bloats
his overweening vanity,
deludes the ego
with invincibility.
But stripped of his mask,
the tyrant shall fall apart
for pomp and vainglory hide
a sham, hollow heart
of a cursed, cowering canine
that creeps to crawl
through labyrinthine caves
of what's left of his soul!
It is one of those days again,
where everything is off track,
It is one of those days again,
I try and never find my way back,
always lost in this common misconception,
perhaps dazed by my own reflection,
Satisfaction deludes and misconstrues,
hope feels lost without you,
Who abuses me,
but me,
Who accuses me,
only me,
Never deny the evidences,
truth always follows every lie,
Can't hide that which refuses to stay shrouded
The tyrants psyche is broken.
He sits in his gilded palace
Surrounded by his trusty band
Of armed thuggish cutthroats, waiting
For the inevitable end.
Outside the palace walls a crowd
Of angry, loathing citizens
Whose long suppressed voices bellow
An immediate regime change;
But like most tyrants of the past
Ego and self-aggrandizement
Deludes clear, rational thinking;
As a result, grasping at straws
Hoping for the impossible.