Uncanny Poems - Poems about Uncanny

UNCANNY A poem arises firmly from my thoughts. I can see it reflected in my adversary's mind as well. Mine is undeniably poetic, but theirs had an unsettling quality, Mindful individuals with unusual liabilities! Those two or three long lines on the forehead are simply lines of expression. (not) I do remember their names: Errol, Wayne, and...

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Let bygones swim to the sea Of nauseate of forgetfulness Remember no more scars to see That makes life go through loneliness. The world open up its petal To people who love romance Dear Cupid arrows fierce fatal Failed love to rectify perchance. The wind call people to dance Change path to wayward destruction Strong willingness a must chance A good topic for life's...

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The more you envy, The better will I become, It sounds strange although....

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Eerie scene like this A church and a brothel nest Side by side in place....

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Winged mannequins dot the forest trail, forest fairies in the dale - so lifelike in their chalkware skin, unexpected in the vale. Stumbling under their glossy gaze, lost inside a leafy maze - I back up slowly, turn and run, clawing through the morning haze. "Join us", they plead now - reaching, falling, all of them so sweetly calling "You need some flowers in your...

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deserted area of the town… lonely Owl hoots tu-whooo! tu-whit… premonition of a sinister sight!!!!   Eerie midnight …walking through the field, find three witches asking me to yield, around a cauldron abominable they look, wonder what they're brewing following their book! Are they concocting lizard's leg, toe of a frog Fillet of a snake, tongue of...

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I’m in distress I can’t express How I feel deep down inside This feeling is a terrible tide How do I impress Everyone here in excess? I’m just here to simply abide By God’s Law, I don’t subside My tears are diamonds in the cave You left me glistening, but I am still listening You left me with nothing to do But yet you put me...

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eerie silence at midnight… walking through an empty churchyard, ...

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UNCANNY RELATIONSHIPS an outward   fantasy of  coexistence the gulf   revealed in a cosmic breath a contemplation of  ground &  sky  carved & chiselled with  indigenous knowledge a glimpse  of wilderness    kept at bay a wry evocation  motley emollient at its simplest existence  serves   it own purpose THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived...

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From the expanse, I was seeing her. She was visible for some time and suddenly disappeared. A lady with a veil and long hair was waving in the air. The Moon came out from the clouds and she disappeared. As long as I could see, there was none but me; With foxes cries from the bushes near and the essence of the...

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Wooden mouth eats word and threat. Frozen eye stares through vaudeville glaucoma. The master is mimicked, masked, and mocked. Doll tuxedo stretched from neck to crotch. Head swivels to whiplash punchlines. If it’s all in good fun, why do I want to die? Neck telescopes and voice screeches. Tears spurt from stage to footlight. Two are one, yet double of what cannot...

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The stranger is strange, pariah, leper sounds offbeat, Neither truculent, nor relevant, all destined to encounter the doomed relic; The bizarre outlander, alien to stimulate the instant pulse-beats! The uninvited hobnobber, one despises to welcome in routine frolic. The stranger is unsolicited, the object of latent fear, As strange may be the ways of the unbidden ones' intentional cares! ...

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Our Golden Annie can smell bread From the other end of the house it spreads “Uncanny Annie” Star of our family Comes bounding in she's got pretty good treads...

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It’s uncanny. . . How right has become wrong. How whites don’t belong. How living by rules is only for fools. It’s uncanny. . . How believing in God makes one rather odd. How our nation’s flag is a burnable rag. It’s uncanny. . . How telling the truth ...

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while dreaming one afternoon about perfection what else the notion erupted that wakefulness is not it's that simple but what complicates matters is the mania to compensate for the perceived unperceived or vice versa during which time the totality is left abandoned on the linoleum floor of a tedious Interstate toilet screaming and wiggling for its muse while strangers coo and burble inflating what had been deflated to...

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