Short Surrealism Poems
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MY surrealism
is my sanity
Normality is
that disease
suffocating
expression &
artistic freedom!
:: 08-16-2014 ::
A bar mate
Said to me:
“The only thing that matter to me
Is my happiness.”
I threw up
The bar tender put Mustard
In my Chicken Sandwich.
Form:
Fin de siecle symbolisr Odilon Redon
upon Surrealism also lighted upon
His inspiration was the inner mind
to produce work of the artistic kind
My life went off
In a blast
.... Of a drop
.... Of ink
Eileen looked
At the Blast
With a smile
As if, she discovered a nebula
In the sky.
I, as paper man
in paper town,
grey, saw
a cardboard cut-out
of a mirror,
the reflection
was a busy world
it didn't look real,
those colours
and restaurants
Words are eating commas,
Phrases are eating the page
Pages are eating the parallel space
The end of Quantum Mechanic
Is reaching its absurdity
its maximum entropy
It is cold
I have to burn my journal.
Form:
Multi talented American Man Ray
with Dada&Surrealism had much to say
His famous jointed mannequin*
was perhaps not the place to begin
*http://www.artnet.com/artists/man-ray/aline-et-valcour-jNS5kqWwm3VMSguQdullaw2
OUR WORDS STACKED AS SKYSCRAPERS
THE world is committed to insanity;
our words stacked as skyscrapers
allow ants characters to escape
flooding water
as drowned bodies float
past the windows of office space.
:: 04-25-2019 ::
e.p.robles (c) 2019
Heart's throbbing for discothèque
airwaves,
pulsating electronica polyphonics--
rolling;
waterless waves splash
everyone present.
Motionless reminiscence of Ibiza
and surrealism, triple-distilled,
aesthetic kinetics--
and men and women sweating from the vibes.
i met a poet just today
he greeted me with much
laughter as foreplay
(we seized each other
from brim to toe)
one cried the other sang
a hymn
and at the end we shook
our head contemplating
which the queerer
and stepped away
from our mirror.
:: 09-12-2018 ::
his hunter’s heart leapt a bit
expectations were tremendously high
perhaps because of the twilight sun
there was a surrealism about it
a silent night in a forest of secrets
for what am I waiting? He wondered or for whom?
barely breathing as a gorgeous ten point buck stepped into the clearing
being watched
by eyes over there
over there
where the eyes are not
their ethereal glare
nefarious
unseen, ready
like puckered lips
this eyeless wraith
with lidless eyes
nowhere, peering
beyond their death
there are eyes staring
that are not there
these shapeless orbs
surrounding
Misshapen flimsy mass
Rubbage under foot
Wet with spittle and DNA
Morphing into a Dali
Time melting away
Family needs more
Rubbage on the floor
Unmoving joints staring eyes
Hollow unfelt emotions
Sweep over like a helium balloon
Surrealism opens the chest of me
Deflated spirit; deflated balloon
NaPoWriMo
NaPoWriMo Day4
Adveristy
Shorts
Termination inbound on the day
Ruminating over the cause
Sudden pain caused by fellowship
Heartstrings hand-plucked, wrought with strife
You take a bow, adversity on your fingertip
Perfectionist performance, chimerical display.
CNN:
Three minutes
Focus on home security,
Iraq war,
Who is con?
Who is pro?
The tolerance is absurd,
New Orleans is sinking,
Another commercial.
I pulled out the electrical wire
I took the TV set
Out.
I reserved the whole day
For my garage sale.
I will content
With Fifty dollars
Return
Form:
wave wave wave
a mouth an ocean
tongue slobbering like a big slobbery dog
licking my face
wave wave wave
zave mave jave
licking my face an ocean wave
mouth of the boisterous dog
vave kave bave
wave wave wave
I drown near too near
but by the dog save
and to the shore gave
or the mouth my grave
wave wave wave
[winked the passerby
kissing a ghost only
seen by jaunt eyes]
below
Soul to Soul in heaven
body to body in mud
teens teaming furnace
creating new suns
ate the worm-word
killing the mind
of a poet/became a
butterfly of indescribable
color\kissing for the first
time is bigger than the
nuclear bomb.
:: 01.10.2022 ::
After she climaxed, I reached for my pen to jot down the impossible
What was then the improbable transitioned into my truth
In awe of my previous experiences
She lies comfortablely by my hip
Shocked but pleasantly surprised by her athleticism
This was the championship round and she was victorious
Surrealism is my current reality
Living life inside a dream,
Just to me it seems that
Surrealism is serene…
And no one will comply,
To busy asking questions, why?
Too busy to even give it a try.
Swallow the pain of life,
Relax in your own strife,
Accept, and it will be all right.
So now it occurs to me,
A dreamer will always see,
The realm of possibility.
Everything is temporary. Maybe it's not even real...
Life, this life...
I think you know, we have already been here.
Post-apocalyptic existence.
Utopian dreams.
Uncertainty at the surface,
the shift in between.
Contemplation and choice.
Birth.
Life.
Death.
They are all one and the same,
sharing the same knife,
to carve out the same name.
Crashing the beaches
of my eyes,
lives are revealed.
In the small hours of drink,
sickness rained shackled lives
on the bathroom floor.
An abused child
tumbles forth
helpless in a runny sea.
A punished woman
spills out,
lavished with scents of heat.
An eager man
swings new arms.
Fixtures of pain askew,
confined companions swim free.
SUBTERRANIUM SURREALISM
if you can from your head
try make an opaque face
a spoon down the throat
left me speechless when
it counted the most
so many spaces and rooms
rooms of rooms of rooms
pebble portraits of bottle-top birds
scraps of paper bearing blood words
stains imprinted in a life
unlearned
© Kim van Breda—24 October 2015
Form:
THE tongue makes
words so hungry
but
i love you
and
i hate you
//a charter crisply straying
jig-saw shape across the secret-corner
promises a love for you
when with you i do not wish to be
but the bedroom's secretly
moist eyes are kissingly
playing with me _____
and hope is a thief while top-turved
insides need the pleasant
surprise to be; thy lips a sweet
thing death, wait here\\
the growth that all a person has
sinister growth like fungus or tumour
sprouting protruding
scrouting grotruding
a growth growing
with light
black black black
flat flat flat
mirroring our dances
echoing our chances
fat skinny glances
strouting brotruding
black black black
flat flat flat
but watch
for a person’s without a person
the growth that all a person has
black black black
Surreal sexual experiences have my mind gone
From the beginning of my exploits, I was subdued
Started off fully clothed,
ended up in the nude
On the mark, set, go!---I was off
Desperate to feel the passion
I became the follower to her leader
Addicted to her body fashion
She became my trend
Following her timeline
Tasting her forbidden nectar
Sending chills down the center of her spine