Short Psyches Poems

Doctor Sigmund  Freud
most surely enjoyed
just blaming the child
for psyches run wild....

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It's hard to imagine what it was like
Before this nastiness took over our psyches
Time to kick ass
To fight it en mass
Tell this COVID-19 to take a hike...

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Wonders of the world a
welcome guest house for those
wounded blue mood psyches 
who ramble golden vales 
when past life ghosts appear
while scenic haunts postmark 
ways to blissful solace...

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Listen to poem:

darkened deserts dry
phantom psyches proudly pry
mindless multiply





Jan.28.2020
Senryu on Mind Poetry
Sponsored by: Jenish Somadas

Placed 1'st...Thank You...

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Poignant scroll on impulse
plethora of brainstorm
pen a lucid haze with
panoramic line shade’s
plush enchanted metre
peeping into vacant 
psyches hollow crater

Date posted : 11th April 2021

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Secret lanes spiral 
taunting mystic ramblers whose
fantasies spur restless feet
to wander dream plots
that shift like sands to driven 
Psyches on infinite quests 
for sheds or shelters 
in misty vales fringed by lush 
fields tantalisingly close...

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The ancient times,
Buried the Genesis 
Of today's psyches,
Recycled but deformed,
Stale and stinking- 
Evolutionary idioms?
The visual décor
And the packaging
Of rotten, 
Oh no, The heaven
Ruined with the billowing smokes,
Hiding the power of Sun,
Drumming the catastrophe....

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The celestial succedaneum 
is our glory hole in the sky 
we insert our hardened psyches 
(of course sheathed in 
a condom of ignorance, so 
as not to be infected 
or infested with the ghastly 
blandness of verisimilitude) 
into it, and 
Thrust 
while our hardy 
imaginations feverishly 
imagine 
God....

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Hiding in daylight
concealing his teeth
Flying at night
in flocks of deceit
When fortune demands it
he says he’s a bird
When birds are in season
a flittermouse heard
He courses the difference 
of right into wrong
Impaling our psyches
— with fears to prolong

(The University Of Pennsylvania: January, 2024)...

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Can you scalpel the soul with the knives of your science, 
Separate sin with your blade—
And dissect human psyches with all your reliance
Placed in experiments made?

Empirical evidence augurs for “yes”—
Instinct suggests “maybe not”—
And there’s gore on the table.  The wound is a mess.
Wisdomless knowledge you’ve got....

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Punctured psyches leak their essence out,
Seized by fear, diminished by the lees;
Courage, perforated by the brain’s fool doubt,
Unreservoired, cascades towards Death’s black seas.

Dyke your valor, dam your pooled-up will!
Panic breaches sea-walls in your heart.
Brave the craven ocean’s salty chill
Till cowardice recedes, its tides depart....

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We
haunt
settled
peacefully.
Hunting for faint fjords
in the fathomless duskiness.
Skywalker drawings darting amid the thrilled pine shrubs,
Psyches shaped a hollow chimera, that kept hopper throngs growing and showed acumen.

Written: January 13, 2022

Fibonnaci is a form with: 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, syllables each line....

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Shadows cross the land
Animals scurry
Hiding beneath the sand
Races look into each others hollow faces
Casting shadows in the wind
Lies are the new accessory
For the modern woman
Refusing what is real
Captive to the fear
Dancing to the beat of dragon wings
Denying who we are
What can restore our dying love
Who can heal our wounded psyches?...

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The
cool morn
makes him wish
for more sleep. Still,
he goes and takes in
nature’s treat: misty lake,
stony peaks, the colored trees,
autumn sounds and sights… poetry.
Humbled, he psyches himself to go down.
He conquered the proud mountain and was awed.







25 September, 2015
For Love of October Contest
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich...

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Minds know what minds know
Minds don't know what minds know
Minds don't know what minds don't know
Shared beliefs, ideologies, cultures
Distanced psyches
Silence melts in silence
It speaks louder than words
Mysteries of the mind
Where beginning, where end?
All appear a whole, twitching, muddling game
Silence means a lot
And continues the enigma
Of separation and fusion....

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The lies are uncountable
with only one truth
tomorrow and yesterday
masks to confuse

Behind bars of enchantment
our fantasy hides
programming our psyches
rewriting each lie

To hide from the moment
its present refused
whose message eternal
intention abused

The mirror a prison
all windows set free
eternally instant
—when choosing to be

(Dreamsleep: October, 2023)...

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Our psyches form an eerie mood;
we hold the fearful, bated breath
(the melancholy that makes us brood).
We smell the scent of gloom's despair; 
we feel the menace of sudden death: 
how broken we just are to care!

Thank God for him, the heaven's Lord;
our fight with misery and pain
ends with the gift of his great Sword;
the tears of manic-depression
flow down our tear-stained cheeks again:
but now they're for our remission....

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