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Misanthropic Melodies


Misanthropic Melodies

 

Misanthropic melodies played from a broken violin 

Prehistoric prophecies that ignite new ideas before they begin 

Telescopic telomeres that formulate a scientific grin 

Endoscopic X-rays and a doctor drunk on gin 

 

Valiant human beings with virtue among the discord 

Salient quandaries and dreams that elevate the reward 

Radiant memories and detailed memes that stimulate a discourse 

Gradients of mathematical themes that fracture reality without remorse 

 

Incidental acrimony fuelling another vociferous debate 

Segmental solidarity gruelling resilience and the need to escape 

Consequential fundamentals as primal urges are seen as innate 

Tangential meanderings filled with resistance, loss, grief and hate 

 

Brightening of a solar flare across the midnight sky 

Frightening of a violent stare as we stop and question always why ??

Enlightening grace laid free to bare

as on our knees we cry 

Lightning strikes a Eucalyptus tree as depression leads to an eternal sigh 

 

Political subjugation, segregation and melancholy 

Empirical consolation, degradation and true human folly 

Subliminal obligation , defamation and hegemony 

Hypocritical documentation , expectation and a generation of anxiety and worry 

 

Ultimatum from a stern maternal warning on the computer screen 

Vegetation and global warming fuelling amniotic dreams 

Congregations of dissent forming as we rely on seeing through the scenes 

Of condemnation, politicisisation and exploitation of innocent themes

 

Delusional disfigurements of figurative speech 

Intrusions legitimate fugitives that leach 

Off infusions of belligerent plastic people lining on the beach 

Confusion and belittlement keep the truth from the masses just out of reach 

 

Lauren Bacall, Fred Astaire, Voltaire, Borges and Calvino 

A long train haul, a vacant stare, 

a game of chess and an honest casino

A masquerade ball, Elvis’ hair, and a smouldering volcano 

Standing tall among it all , though hard to bear , but what would we know?

 

The End 

Copywrite Elizabeth Moroz 2025

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Elizabeth Moroz is an emerging Contemporary Poet who speaks from the margins about issues and the world at large. Introspective and universal there is much to discover in her poetic compositions. She lives in Perth and has a black sense of humour.

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