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Flirting With Insanity

Brilliant surrealistic it's not greed,
The air to my brain suffocation's sonically,
Found answers in my head check mate.

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Louis Aragon'la Telepati

Duyuyorum sesini Aragon
Bağırma lütfen!

Biliyorum
Tahta at'lardan inmeliyim artık
Asıp burjuva takıntılarımı
Çırılçıplak çarmıha
Kesmeliyim Mona Lisa'da
Çıkan bıyığı
Da Vinci uyanmadan

Üç memeli kadın resimleri
Çizemiyorum Aragon
Acıtıyor dudağımı her ısırışta
Teresa'nın memelerindeki yangın
Ne zaman kalçalarında gezinse ellerim
küf kokuyor
Üşüyor tuvalimdeki
Kadın

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Night Ride Home

Words and music by joni mitchell
Once in a while
In a big blue moon
There comes a night like this
Like some surrealist
Invented this 4th of july
Night ride home
Hula girls
And caterpillar tractors in the sand
The ukulele man
The fireworks
This 4th of july
Night ride home
I love the man beside me
We love the open road
No phones till friday
Far from the overkill
Far from the overload
Back at the bar
The band tears down

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Surrealism

surrealism
at work
artists with their shades;
misty morn,
vapours descending
everywhere,
punctuated by
droplets
on leaves,
satiny collections
of a divine provision
from above for
those lost souls
who yearn for
things simple
such as this
to crown
their poetic heart
with a song

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Mist

Surrealism
At work
Inspiring myriad
Artists with their shades;
Misty morn,
Vapours descending
Everywhere,
Punctuated by
Droplets on
Leaves,
Satiny collections
Of a divine provision
From above for
Those lost souls
Who yearn for
Things simple
Such as this
To crown
Their poetic heart
With a song

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french Fries -context-2nd World War-1940-fall Of France

An owl hoots, hoots, hoots, hoots
A dog barks, barks, barks, barks
Then some boots, boots, boots, boots
Uproots, uproots, uproots, uproots
The night lurks, lurks, lurks, lurks
Red wines bespatter,
French fries berserk, berserk, berserk, berserk
As the tall neighbours jerk, jerk, jerk, jerk

There rents the air some surrealists
The face of renaissance recaptured nationalists
No ikebana for my darling in Paris
As scenaries take on cemetaries
And greenaries take on apothecaries
Some invitations dugging heccatomb
Our menu-guns, missiles, mortar and a bomb.

Some toddler girls hanging for apricots
Uproar the gargantuan mascots
Come bigots,

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Surrealism

Poems and dreams (surrealism)

Alone
In our head with many
Unknown

Faces
Forms that disconnect
Places

Surreal
When the dawn shakes us
Feel

Unplanned
Abstract association
Understand

See
Unconscio us mind

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Woman's Lips

Women's lips are still red, when
they are hidden in the darkness.In
the light of love, they
are metamorphosed
Into a kiss- an oval-where
the words are hidden
behind the thrills.There is
a special entwining, where
everything inside is deified.In
this surrealistic reality, this
new temple of The Lord
dances its red lights
for life and love.

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An Apparition

Under the canopy of trees
Spots of sunlight
Figures cuddling like bees
A surrealistic sight!
An apparition like reality enacting a mime
As if they would be there and not move with time
I have been through it like forever
Holding onto it, scared to lose it ever
This winter morning I’m part of their game
Happy to be there frozen in the frame!

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Behind The Mind of The Abstract Poet...

Kaleidoscopic verve of vision
we dare to tread finest lines,
steady as the marionette
dangling o'er a child -
recklessly, drunkingly,
grade school tom-foolishly,
metaphorically breathing,
teasing and testing,
delivering loud messages
so subtlely...as 'we' do so well,
quite collectively, such variety,
like potpouris scent of diversity,
synthesizing all principles
of written locution;
and have you studied
the grammarical bible
of parlance, keen lexia
in lieu of lingual dreck?
personally i'd rather
be accused of shibboleth,

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Variable Worlds Elastic

Contrast images spin

never write destinies
cast down before sudden

need infuses in written

passion transcendent
into fresh written thought

wormholes rapidly flood

mind cells surrealistic
dimensions in string

theory reality decisions

made unmade differing

timing reshapes endless

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Sunspot Birth Surrealism

starbursts spike creativity
slay us at irregular intervals
solar radiation sunspots

activity maximum wreaks
havoc in neural pathways
frying emotive overloads

adrenaline rush surge crazy
cannot should not be denied
time to paint surreal frescoes

familiar pattern life slices
distorted disturbing weirdly
dream objects experiences

unfamiliar is surrealism depicted
echoes expunged energy images
solar maximum emotive urgency

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Chaos makes sense

Deaf and disturbed
Passing through an arch in the middle of nowhere
Inspired to do something stupid
Stupid as the presence of you in my dreams
Mind running almost in the speed of light
I saw at a glance Madness running through the sands
She is prettier than I thought
Maybe is the electric light
Or just the smoke of the campfire on the ceiling
Comme D'habitude the moon upon thousands of clouds
Make a wish upon a firefly,
Stars are too far to hear us
Be carefull when I leave, after the sea there is a waterfall
Stars will never understand us
I wish it wasn't surrealist
At least your existence

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Surf-Song

Moon amidst halo ebb
entice ocean currents
feel silver beams shine
upon saline sea

Thrown soul sucking surge
inbound momentum tide
soar sweeping wave rolling
into surfsweep shoreline

Surpassing surrealistic dreams ambition
tossing rhythmic shoals
chase moon silver-gilt dreamtime
seize surf singer


Swept forth upon boiling
white crystal sands

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Rewind

Sitting all by myself
with subsistence on a momentary hold

Could feel the bygone brush past
and start itself to unfold

The life seemed full of fantasy,
a surrealistic make believe

Naivety fuelled convictions
which improbable were to achieve

How quickly all slips by,
near the end of the one's arduous trudge

Past blames are viewed differently
and own follies we fairly adjudge

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Dread

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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All The Griefs

The mysterious rival:
suffering of resignation.
I am reading myself for the surrealism of life,
juxtaposition of love and hate.
Another blast went off.


White rose and black rose in the same
garland; ruins of truth
were older than lies. Humiliation
brings another crop of mines.
Must keep the walk on cinders alive.

Raging moon will rise again
on the blue lake, with earthly whiteness.
The distant invite of future makes the present
sustainable. I will ask the infant sun
to enter slowly.

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Do I dream or am I dreamt?

Do I dream or am I dreamt?

Surrealistic landscapes can
appear to be reality.
Scenes never seen by any man.
I can imagine easily.
Strange planets occupied
by aliens hostile to men
At other times I’m satisfied
to see the mountains once again.
I’m in control I can dictate
exactly what I wish to see.
I only need to concentrate
and set my questing spirit free.
When I dream I dream lucidly
unless someone is dreaming me.

02/09/2009
http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers

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My Poor King In His Shanties Who Applies For A Coffin Maker?

No need a scaffolding, a studio
for my new painting and a paint brush
paint or a big canvas?
I use my thumb for shading,
on a throw away news paper
with few pastels that belongs to my grandson
I draw my new king with a big moustache
and a dead fly on his chin as a birth mark?
A cigarette butt fitted to his mouth
tittled as 'My poor King in his shanties
who applies for a coffin maker? '
He reads of Picasso, George Braque
Modiglianni & Van Gogh?
I was not influenced by Cubism or Surrealism
Capitalism or Socialism
But only Humanism with a mug of cheap Milwaukee bitter Beer?

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Glimpses

I strain my eyes, peer through the clinging mist
My mind can conjure up strange fantasies
surrealistic unrealities
I know are not real, but they still persist.
Perhaps in fact somewhere they do exist.
false copies of forgotten memories
arising when and how they please.
They have a power I cannot resist..

Sometimes I comprehend the scenes I see
and other times I do not understand.
Impressions pass me by so speedily
Their rate of progress I cannot command.
I sense a strange familiarity
With things I glimpse impressionistically.

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