Best Baser Poems

I’m sorry, honey.
  O.K. I accept your apology.
No, wait. Hold on.
  What is it? 
I mean it. I'm really sorry.
  Are you?
Yes, I am.
  How would I know?
I’ve thought about what I’ve done.
  That’s it?
And I’m never going to do...

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In regards, to the birds and the bees
Depends on who’s watching, what he sees
There are some women, impossible to please
Wise men are wary, to be with one of these

See beneath all that glitter, her cool choreographed style
Sexy and sultry, wrapped in a sweet smile
She’s most...

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You lash out, speaking ill of love,
hurting from your wounded feelings.
And your pain fuels the anger
that battles forgiveness for control.
Someone has hurt you;
and you want to send that hurt back.
A rebuke of love lost to time
and yet kept alive in memory, nonetheless. 
Betrayal shook your...

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A heritage no man can sell,
a history no man can tell;
so much we share in Jesus' band,
nothing to fear, in storms we stand.

To lordly things we are kindred,
mansions of gold, pure and sacred;
to endless beam, to saintly streams,
to heaven's gaze and holy hymns. 

Our dreams...

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The Petty Posh-Wahzee - Liberation & Ostentation


The Not-So Distant Past:

The fallen fighters for freedom, are unable to turn in their graves,
their battered, fragmented bones, mixed with a handful of torn rags,
are all that remain, a mute reminder of their selfless valiant sacrifice.

They endured brutal Apartheid...

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You were born in a war ravaged state
You lost your man to the caprices of fate
You fell prey to your wayward ways
Victims of betrayal, greed or circumstances
You were drowned in the tide of darkness

Depraved incidents of forced sex and perversions
Rooted in carnal desires and unsated...

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Baby,

You have become a fixture in my mind...
treading lightly... meaningfully...  with purpose.
with each traverse, the words and wisdom you impart
leave an indelible print..for one so..might i say youthful.


I've often wondered why my intrigue hasnt
diminished... my interest hasnt waned...however  I dare not
ask questions I...

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In Vino Veritas, But Whiskey’s Better

In wine there is certainly such real-truth to be found,
And in whiskey there is even more of it to go around!

Wine may maketh one truly sagacious, whilst whiskey
Elevates one to a level known as “For Members Only!” 

As modern-day bards...

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Turkish Poetry Translations II

Çanakkale Sehitlerine
"For the Çanakkale Martyrs"
by Mehmet Akif Ersoy
loose English translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Was there ever anything like the Bosphorus war??
The earth’s mightiest armies pressing Marmara,
Forcing entry between her mountain passes
To a triangle of land besieged by countless vessels.
Oh, what dishonorable assemblages!
Who...

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On strange days
like these
baking cookies
is an arcane art.
 For it is winter outside
how we transform
the inside
into mystic summer.

For i know the golden ratio.
i have surrounded
myself with graduated cylinders
that recall the lore
of  cups and ounces.

Retorts of  pots and pans
where i can observe
the powers of...

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What reverie has changed her eyes
that she the page no longer sees?
what memories move her mind to turn
to fathom deeper mysteries
than the exciting tales she reads?
Oh, the thrilling story written--
if she the words to pen could lend--
telling how her heart was smitten.

See just where she...

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Ah, God, the way your little finger moved 
As you thrust a bare arm backward 
And made play with your hair 
And a comb a silly gilt comb 
Ah, God—that I should suffer 
Because of the way a little finger moved.
  
Dear, I to...

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A whim of pleasure
Speaks to the wind,
And a sigh of murder
Cannot win.
Who’s to say one pleasure is 
      Better than another?
Pain and pleasure,
      Life’s two sovereign masters.

Pushpin is just as good 
   ...

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Erstwhile 
A bucolic 
Was an ephemeral
Dalliance with a redolent 
Resembling the petrichor in the night
The propinquity of the black 
Dressed harbinger was an 
Epiphany 
Of loss

Demesne
Stillness was felt
Until efflorescence 
Of baser passions steam in rage
With the tragic loss of three tormented souls
An outlaw was passing...

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Facebook, Twitter, Instagram
are they merely apps, or what I am?
I crave the love, as much as life
I get from all my faves and likes
Am I validated by others thumbs,
their trite largesse, or is it some
much baser instinct that's in play
a need to fill that I...

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