Short Normality Poems
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MY surrealism
is my sanity
Normality is
that disease
suffocating
expression &
artistic freedom!
:: 08-16-2014 ::
In that
place
which is North of normality
where
insanity's just a formality
I'm sat
listening to
Dmitri Shostakovich.
sounds of gunfire
shatter a warm afternoon...
one more lockdown
gray feral pigeons
scatter from their rooftop nests ...
tomorrow's headline
there is a big gap between me, and reality, something’s off
I live and thirst for normality but there’s a without a doubt ~void
08/8/2021
A fantasy is needed
To help one escape
The world we live in
That's often hard to take
When everything seems
To have lost all normality
Fantasy is needed
To escape from reality
Further conspiracies conclude
The universe is already populated
God is homosexual
Heaven is paedophilic
The future is the normality of
Finding a woman and making our way in the universe.
Society
Today belongs to the media
The mouth piece of the puppet master,
A World Where
Goodness is but a flame of the candle
Barely seen from out of the depth of normality.
© Harry J Horsman 2016
Silence, is the enemy
In my grief
When occupied
I feel no pain
What's done
Cannot be changed
A month has passed
The milestone
Weighs heavy on me
As I think it should
I'm provoking myself
To define, normality
Form:
A man with a pen
Puts a pen to a paper
Moves a pen to create words
Silly words, arranged in operatic exhibitions
Facsimile egos, stitched together
From whispers of impossibility, or,
better yet,
Crushing normality.
Once again my thoughts run wild
Against the currents of commonality
Free and unfettered like a child
Ranging from bizarre to banality
Trying my best to cling to normality.
written April 26, 2022
(the Rolling Stones play Cuba)
It’s time to rock,
It’s time to talk,
Let’s religion balk,
And let normality walk.
Don’t let the Pope talk,
Don’t forever singers stalk,
We’re writing in chalk,
That secularism must dock.
no emotion. no feeling. just thought, and thought alone. thoughts of nothing.
thoughts of everything. normality to you is alien to me. how do you feel when i
cannot. is there a difference? besides the obvious? helpers need not apply?
Sacrificial
Actors
Trying
Anything
Negatively
Scientists
Attacking
The
Abnormal
Nations
Souless
Anger
Thrown
At
Novelists
Sadistic
Animosity
Treated
As
Normality
Swatting
At
The
Accessable
Names
Don't let life go stale
Don't let it become mundane
Change it up and up your game
Turn it around
And be spontaneous when you can
Seize opportunities
Act a bit crazy
I won't let normality phase me
I am going to find away to change things.
To be the rose scarlet and crimson,
Or white, or black, or violet,
To be a rose at all so vile,
'Tis normality in simple.
This rose with its perfect beauty and petals,
With its sincerity upon love.
I say off to south with it;
I wish be the obscene unknown.
A Boring Sight is Black and White
A bias comment damages existing faith, garnering hostile ignorance. Jeering knaves labeling masses; normality overly praised; quickly racism subjects terror unto victims. Wry, xenophobic yelling zealots.
In that time
where we lived
to smile with our eyes and embrace with our imagination...
We dream of a future that is
at least like the past we live in or
better than the present we stand
withs so much absence...
This is the normality that so much
we long for destiny...
Seeking normality
I invested myself soloistically
assuming myself as a natural plant!
On a casual day outside of me, I go out...
outside... I warmed up, I loved human beings!
neither sun nor moon but, I sublimed myself...!
Do I want this
diagnonsense/diagnosis?
do I feel this
need for an abyss?
Sometimes I cry
curled up tight
Sometimes I try
to reach the light
Motivation surges
Here comes the urge
Squash it down
Smile rewound
Fine on the outside
Normality shines
Hiding here inside
Fears unwind
SONGS
The music that I played to sing
Made no felicity to the brains that entered
But the true life it gospels,
Is a handful to make the day of a Bigwig.
Ferry the song to your songs
Make the aroma arouse inmates of life abbey
Every song is a bicker
That biffs every ingredient of normality
Is sanity a gift or foe?
I wonder at its campaign
To inflict confusion.
Maybe madness is my friend.
Will it block the pain
And edge out the fear,
Yet crush the inevitable
Normality enemy?
Accustomed to intense
It holds me in its stare
Grips me in its wilderness
And yet I feel safe.
Restoring
normality
to this
topsy-turvy
self-quarantined world
vaccines are
a true
game changer,
and like
a Phoenix
rising from
yesterday's ashes,
hope morphs into a smile
on
many sad faces.
(Yalto)
control was the crucial key
evading limits of sanity
resolutely focused on normality
determined to linger unwaveringly
vague lines of uncertainty
that gradually blur inevitably
as reason loses clarity
boundary crossed perplexedly
control was the crucial key
© September 2013—Kim van Breda
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My heart works eight times three; in search of passions' prosperity
Hidden in darkness, I crave the simplest of the lights' normality
My mind won't stray; embracing the loudest of rhymes melody
Words ignite and loves' high octane results' burn down all reality
Come enjoy the warmth you can feel; next to this fire with me
Normality is what I seek but the
world revolves in its sans-serendipity.
So many extra days thrown in, you see
the world on its own course, no one takes pity.
I enter boredom in another world.
I’m not in control of anything real.
But the the dog warms up my feet, unfurled;
my heart wanes of anxiety, and I’m healed.