Smokescreen Poems - Poems about Smokescreen

Do I miss you, or do I miss the smoke - Of your promise on my lips? Both are warming on a chilly night, But here I struggle to breathe, I choke....

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Missing Girl? They have a child, a little girl A special gift a diamond a pearl The left her alone so they could play They find her dead the next day. Fake the scene, make it safe Make it clean. Call the law When there’s no incrimination Spend a few hours down the Station, blame the phantom Who doesn’t exist. Form a charity A...

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A thin wisp Like fingers entwining Opening like a budding flower Skywards Taking a path, a grey meander Spooling and curling Relying on a gentle breeze For safe passage The momentary heat on wood Sublimating to perfumed wonder Entering my body to Ensnare the soul The scent which evokes For each a different memory, A feeling; but to all… Solace, fortitude, release...

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11/6/22 Still I struggle to find the words As I fight the urge I'll either go under a tidal surge Or make it out in the end I might emerge Everyday, I've been getting carried away Just putting myself closer to the stairway Still they judge how dare they Whatever happened to the concept of fairplay? Down a path full of oak leaves It's unclear...

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Science… bastard child of philosophy and reason formulaic delinquent of an answer in flux Serving itself as it shuns its true master bowing down to its tenets the truth —undiscussed (Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: April, 2021)...

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“Commercially Successful” —the metaphysical oxymoron (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)...

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“Commercially Successful” —the metaphysical oxymoron (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)...

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Staring at the stubborn facts I stand face to face with a sneering fate Legalized pot. Transitive Bondage sold as liberty Man made destructive phase Don't lie to us as if we're back at puberty I see you Bobojan, hiding behind a finger Trying to hide the initial figures Beckoning with subliminal fingers. Go figure I tell people be careful, the aftertaste will...

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Have you heard who’s coming to town? Why, she’s only the very best actress in around! She can make you angry, make you cry She can make you laugh so hard you’ll wonder if you’re high Always graceful and always sweet The kind of girl anyone would want to meet But when the curtain closes at the end of...

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Can they see me through my camouflage Do you see how hard I try Its just became so routine now To answer questions with a lie I dont know why Im like this Its a heavy load to bare I can never just say im hurting Deep down I know they care So who exactly am I fooling When each time i brush it...

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Behind the Smokescreen Smoke screens on all sides; Makes for hidden truths and purposed lies. Imperfect vision clouded by events; Distraction of human common sense. Storm clouds, fog, and rain; Confuses the masses in disdain. Step outside the modern realm; To stay is to become over whelmed. Where truths are hidden and answers denied; Go to where introspection applies. Solitude away from all the voices; You have...

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Some people hide behind smokescreens so that they can deceive others, with elaborate schemes, hoping to fulfill their dreams on the sweat of the innocent, refusing to repent, refusing to be remorseful, concocting lies while precious time flies, until nothing has been accomplished....

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