Short Surrealistic Poems

I get my nature out of books—
Literary valleys, crags, and books.

I borrow other poets’ themes—
Voyeuring their surrealistic, dangerous dreams.

Of love alone, I’ve evidence—
Data culled from close-controlled experiments....

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Life is a surrealistic ship
  commanded by divine pilots
  that transports us frame by frame
to a strange planet
which is called timeless,
where are we going to live
as if born -again.,
to  accomplish the mission started here,
without us knowing how......

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neo cubistic figures
on surrealistic scapes
cryptic yet comprehensible
for advanced souls
open indulgence of passion
on moving wheels of 
wind
tension glued on relaxation
coupled to the intense
hurried life of sharing
we are moving into
the streak of the dawn...

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Outside the world of the awake,
a surrealistic journey they take.
Moving only a short distance,
they undergo an unconscious experience.
Without regard for their fears,
a trek can cover an area of light years.
They will open their eyes and see
the stark world of reality.
...

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every morning
I paint my face
this pale
uncompromised
canvas
a dab here
brush stroke there
in surrealistic hope
that the world will see
someone else and
somehow
still see me

at night
a little more
glitter here
gloss there
maybe you'll see
someone else and
somehow
fall in love
with me...

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Intoxicated pinkish elephants

electrified in splendiferous drunkenness

surmised surrealistic playgrounds

of surround sound echoing laughter &

expansivly lit hot air balloons

merrily drifting to embrace star-dusted

skies' kaleidoscopic enchantment

ever wonder, 

do intoxicated pink elephants hallucinate

 the same as our own alcoholic delirium...

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On the wall, the night is a picture surrealistic ... In the flesh I tire my life ... My head runs deeply into the world ... And my feet devour distances back ... Here the pen divert me to writing on the white page that is offered ... Voluptuousness, a desire invades me ... I intend to love her writing...but only in the dim light, the final solution appears ... oh! insomnia of the night... !...

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She lies peacefully in our bed
dead to the world, unaware of
my scrutiny. Her quiescence
in that funereal repose
sends an ice-cold shiver of dread
throughout my entire body.
My mind begins to wander
through a surrealistic maze
that challenges all reality.
She’s asleep! I said to myself
unconvincingly; then hurried
to her bedside and pled out loud:
Please! Let these lips I kiss be warm....

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Impressed by surrealistic power of meditation
I was convinced,  I could try and walk on water.
You thought I was utter daft or under sedation, 
I was confident beyond limit, this didn’t matter.

So one day on the bank of a river I went and sat
Before the walk I needed to do deep meditation,
I saw me walking on the water, floating feet flat
Until you pulled me up, body wet in humiliation.

October 19, 2017....

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In illuding dunes 
chasing the mirage
the state of actuality infringed
by surrealistic  perception.

The lattice of dream
crumbles on scorched sands
of ember time  
hope squelched
by whirlwind of verity.

At the edge of darkness
dawning fortitude
beckons the zephyr
embalmed with philtre of oasis.

From the ruins of sphinx
the dust rises.

_________________

February 25, 2020
For A Brian Strand Informel Poetry Contest...

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Surrealistic impulses
create songs impositions
upon the sphere of
evening coincidences
that beckon truth
beyond the scope
of reality as
you finally realize 
that to some
it's just a problem
upon their realm
of personal satisfaction
Inter-relationships surface
amidst the turmoils
of daily excursions
siphoned through kaleidoscopic
determinations that have
no basis in justice
but are constructed
amidst contemporary delineations
that stifle happiness...

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RIDING ON

Destination Dallas
home of the cowboys
land of the brave
intentional target
aimed with precision
at new paths to pave

gravitational phase
surrealistic
skyward wave

spurred on to
something new
beneath God’s
sun and moon

eyes turn inward
anchors pull out
onwards toward
landfalls legends
devoid of doubt

brevity flawed
weak kneed but
hardened jaw
riding on….



© Kim van Breda—14 August 2015
(moving on in life to USA)...

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Come
Stand by me
I arise
Cause my Consolation
Sub-duct negatives in redemption 
We become the Smile purity ... 

Come ... 

Squeeze me silently  tightly 
So we doubt the gravity 
The place becomes sanity 
The second counting evaporates  lightly 

Come to me ... 

Assure no surrealistic emotion
In slow motion applying affection 
Acknowledging a true deep connection.
No defection, thought deletion 
                                        Love creation ......

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A surrealistic world garners followers in the hills of the high
Royal highnesses and gymbuggers flitting among the spry.
Make believe words creating a world of fluff amid the rye.
We love the ambiance of the valley and give a gusty cry.

Spirited delivery of unearthly things created on the fly,
Conjured out of mountainous glunkybirds that rise up to the sky.
I dance in joy at the melody and the friendly happy artistic dye.
Surrealism is beautiful, it gives me pause, and makes me sigh....

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AQUARIAN AQUARIUM

coral reefs ripple beneath
crystal clear cerulean
cinematic hues of cool
Caribbean 
blues

psychedelic underworld
swims and swirls serenely
a show room of shy seahorses
Surrealistic
muse

ringlet tails coiled regalia
resplendent heads held high
rocking to and fro below rare
Aquarium
views

gills in pink and lilac breathe
dark sharks lurk and scheme
in this tropical kaleidoscope 
of
Aquarian
pool





© Kim van Breda—19 February 2015...

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