Best Beheads Poems

King of sex,
the third gender
or hermaphrodite,
half male, half female,
existing on margin,
beheads the creator
to propitiate the deity of destruction,
starts a genocide
to create a new model,
new world, sexless, moonless
sunless.

How could you remain normal
when you were being robbed of every myth,
every truth?
And you were walking under the guilty...

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four o' clock in the morning,
i'm feeling like a slob;
the alarm says that i must go,
to face this horrid job!

the weekend's all a tease,
just when i'm good and lax;
monday beheads my shallow pride,
like an executioner's axe!

my eyes are swollen crusty,
my breath's a putrid stench;
saliva soaks...

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Dear Lord,

have mercy on our souls
sins of inhumanity are rampant

ISIS beheads not only Americans
but their own citizens as well

our leader plays golf
instead of taking action

reports of hungry children span the globe
terrorists act like puppeteers

please take their power strings away
let Your children see a better day

we...

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Work, work, work, 
bare back down, 
across the boardwalk,
to the bone, I walk, 
which brings These days 
of slavery, but now BeHeads,
my flesh, to survive, 
Countless nights, 
no sleep, To rest my eyelids, or head,
though It's kept me from, lack
Of retirement, I no Beg, No...

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After the rains, 
it was a full moon
in summer night.

Fleeing from a subculture-
of violence, she was
nestling in the arms of clouds.

A lost killer swearing 
with bruised arms,
raking up the old vendetta-

beheads the phallic
image. A brutalizing
score, when we were celebrating

the moon’s arrival. There was
no impropriety in...

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Poet's Notes 1:
My poet's notes must precede the next Echo Poem as well because the poet 
has not given me permission to publish her poems on my site. I can, of course, 
reference her poems without restriction. So the TH in the title here is...

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His portrait on the knave-
defining royalty, a smile aglow
Ravenous heart,
stone cold.

Bestowing a brush to the paper lips
Leadeth my knees to collapse, a kneel
Feet chained to his heart, eyes in eclipse
A combusting irritation to the feel

Rouge chaps his glass cheek-
Crows whirring in his eyes extend
A smile...

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King of sex,
the third gender
or hermaphrodite,
half male, half female,
existing on margin,
beheads the creator
to propitiate the deity of destruction,
starts a genocide
to create a new model,
new world, sexless, moonless
sunless.

How could you remain normal
when you were being robbed of every myth,
every truth?
And you were walking under the guilty...

Continue reading...

You walk into a green and gold landscape.
The landscape is in a green and gold book.
Until now, you have just been looking, sensing, imagining,
but (and this is essential), you must now gaze upon
the frontispiece under the cover.
This page will be blood red, if it’s any...

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