Short Déjà Poems
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Decision time is up,
a once-over review
prompts déjà vu,
a pause to think twice through.
For thinking once
is merely enough.
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what happened just now
is what I had dreamt about
it was déjà rêvé
my brain churned through memories
to predict perchance fated
Déjà vu crossroads,
What is right and what is left
When love is not there;
Free of self, you lift your gaze,
A third way opens ahead
You're mad, I'm insane
Playing the déjà asked game
You pretend it's new
Dodging the truth word for word
I can't tell until it's heard
we are here as elsewhere
in the subjunctive of souls
in the verb to love
in the déjà vu
in the art nude
without silent
without noise
Death
the ultimate
release
Freedom’s
Déjà vu
Questions
answers
join as one
Prescience
— shining through
(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)
carefree summer night
recalling the fireworks fuse…
Déjà vu to Vietnam
For the fireworks haiku contest and dedicated to all vets who suffer from PTSD.
In lives past, a silent rue,
Whispers dance, déjà vu.
Familiar paths, memories accrued,
Time's echo is a mystic brew.
Past and present entwined, anew.
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Déjà vu, a strange, fleeting sensation—moment eerily familiar,
Parallel realities bleed into one another, align, and then bewilder.
In the distance a myriad of voices call,
Echoes of the past hidden in déjà vu,
The lateral thoughts unable to hear,
The visions beyond the walls of time,
As answers come in perception.
Form: Pentastich
Semi-sleepwalking
Ev'ry day is déjà vu
When my love's adrift
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Nashville to Kentucky
The state line divides my heart
So where lies my home?
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The journey stretches
I'm like Kerouac, on the road
Or Frost, miles to go...
My mind feels like a broken record,
I keep thinking about the same old things.
I feel so stuck in déjà vu,
Running through the same old scenes.
Day in, and day out,
My mind is never empty.
But sometimes I wish it was,
So I could sit and think.
Form:
The life I lived was
So exciting that I smiled
Each time something new
Occurred in one of
My days and I remembered
It as if it was
A thing that I had
Gone through before, Déjà vu,
Sometime past, somewhere.
W.C.Hull © 2020-I53-K53-11-L61-11
Time rolls by
As it throws down impressions
Of people and places
And these echoes
Remain anchored in the years
These impressions you feel
May leave you ill at ease
A feeling of Déjà vu
‘I’ve been here before’
As unmeasurable dark matter.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Larmes
Ma Aurore
N’existe pas
N’est pas ici
Moi aussi
Disparu
Complètement perdu
Dit moi
Dit moi pourquoi
J'ai froid
Mais elle n'existe pas
Je suis glacé
Elle essaie de prendre ma place
Dans le palace
Dans mon cœur
Déjà vu
Encore et encore
Mon amour
I say to le "grand fromage".
You and your pastiche attachè.
You with all your rakish, cliche.
You think you're so Debonair.
You with another au pair.
You and one more rendezvous.
You again it's déjà vu.
You and another faux pas.
You always with Au revoir.
I say so much "bon voyage.
A rainy shoulders kiss
Traveling from peak to peak.
Once a weary well, still rooted in green.
She found herself greeting the spine of a haircap’s beam.
Like déjà Vu for the trees, only petrichor can fuel these roaring needs,
And as our strings entwine, let the leaves whirl in this time.
After all it’s our love, divine.
Inside, I was compelled to decline
How could I be yours when I was mine?
Though now acknowledge true transcendence
Identifying independence.
Quenched quality of being free
Prime power of owning me,
Spiralled down to feeling blue
Detrimental déjà vu.
Though wishes made came with season
As does choice and fair reason.
Ten Words
T’was a bone fide anomaly
an avant-garde cacophony
carte blanche imbued with déjà vu
soft ennui of élan
following an endless toque
the dilettante went flat
baroque
John G. Lawless
©1/15/2018
ten words
Anomaly
Avant-garde
Baroque
Bona fide
Cacophony
Carte blanche
Deja vu
Dilettante
Elan
Ennui
One plus one equals two
That’s why I can’t stop thinking of you
I hate that your so far and down in the blues
Maybe that why you got a new friend called booze
You found another guy, it’s not surprising news
I hope your happy with him
Even thou it feels like déjà vu
And I hope this isn’t the one that finally gets you to say
I do
Whisking glitter bouncing midair
Twirling to absorbing magnificence
Inspiring déjà vu magically transformed
Pitches high adapting to their high mother
Joy of a butterfly beholds so many
Grandmother visiting as myths unfold
Bad omen other cultures be told
Glistening colours outstanding from nature
Symbolic luck may bring to you later
she sat in silence
her eyes were closed
her body was still, she felt cosmic energy
she heard the gentle lap of water
smelled sea salt in the morning air
felt her heart leap with recognition
a sense of déjà vu
she felt she had been here many times
the ocean spoke to her, lifting her up
reminding her of other times they had shared
Mon raison d'être
Your face is more beautiful than the Eiffel Tower at sunrise
Our amour seemed real, n’est-ce pas?
When I first saw you, I sensed déjà vu
Your Mona Lisa smile made me wonder
Is she a femme fatale?
But when you kicked my shins,
I knew that I had made a faux pas
I’ll keep my distance from l'objet d'art
S'il vous plaît nous
laisser seuls déjà
Nous en avons assez de vous
Vous avez consacré votre temps
à nous harceler
Veuillez simplement nous
laisser tranquilles maintenant
Vous avez fait tout son
pour nous intimider
Votre obsession avec moi
est dangereuse
Veuillez simplement nous
laisser seuls
Surtout s'il vous plaît laisse
mes enfants seuls
Merci'
In men I see the future and the past
What could have been and what might be
Promises echo in stone caverns
I step on dusty footprints of déjà vu
I hear that familiar thump
Firelight flickers on well-worn walls
Fire that burns in a throbbing heart
Lights up the souls archives
Past and future streaming
Hope and desire relentless
In men I see posterity wrought in dust