MIND GAMES
Enigmatic
Covert
Whimsical and wild
Such are the games I play
Whilst mentally beguiled
Hidden within poetry
In discursive verse
My clandestine love affairs
Short
intense
And terse
Give to me a reason
Why thus I can’t express
My mind’s adventurous spirit
My need to seek excess
To open up
Revealing all
Whilst midst the subterfuge
My ego seeks adrenaline
A haven
A refuge
Its all a nonsense
Words at play
Fending off my fears
Seeking to screen my inner hurt
Reality kept at bay
Roland's Ragbag 
Great fun, great poem, thank you Roland.
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I appreciate your reply. Thank you, Nigel.
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I love this poem Roland, hidden behind humour and intelligent tricks are feelings and
longings. I believe anyway.
What is normal and reality? Is it the etiquette by which we try to conform?
Is that why so many write poems…:) a way to express the deeper feelings.
In a fun or serious way.
” Give to me a reason
Why thus I can’t express
My mind’s adventurous spirit”
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A perceptive response, Miriam. Thanks for responding.
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Jesus. That’s amazing. So’s the poem
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… and an amazing response, Derrick, for which I thank you.
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Splendid poem, Roland. I love the last stanza.
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Thank you. Eugenia.
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Fun post Roland and enjoyed the poetry. It is amazing how the mind plays tricks with us and will be doing the staring thing all weekend.
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Thanks for commenting. Don’t make yourself cross-eyed then, Davy.
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Hello WHB, I am whiling away the cold snap and have just taken the ‘look at the 4 dots for 30 seconds’ test. To start with I saw Freddie Mercury but then my gaze moved outwards from the centre and he turned into Che Guevara. Who\what do others see I wonder? Angela (Morgan)
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Che Guevara certainly, but I think it is most often construed as being Jesus. My best wishes to you, Angela.
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