Best Demarcated Poems

In the midst of fiery crises
I miss cool, shady oases
O, Fountain, spring forth your fresh water
revive my land to evergreen

O, Abdim's storks, will you perch my neem?
O, white-feather, flaunting egrets
harbingers of rain,
and night croaking toads,
I've missed your glad tidings again

In the midst of hot desert...

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AU COURANT AU FAIT – THE HEART OF IMAGINATION ABREAST

The invention of the automobile is a thing to ponder.  In words of the heart of imagination, the temperament wonders why divine providence gave the sense of knowledge of those natural resources that predefined the...

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THE UNKNOWN GOD

Heavy the burden, but light is [the way].
That’s when you put the Lord [in its place].
The sun may not be shining, but your [spirit shows].
That’s your [inner being aglow].
Never a path undefined.
This is because his voice speaks divine [via the mind].
The teaching he...

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Why did the Native Tribal man decide to build the tee-pee for shelter?
Why did the origin of Africa build dirt houses?
     The Caucasians and Australians architectural designs formed.
Does anyone know why people of color are called the dumb ones?

     A discovery of DNA...

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Metaphor of outrage, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : Metafora del desafuero

			                    ( In celebration of a birthday)
        ...

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Therewithal, profluent life ettles it's while.
Thitherward, from Death's bleak campanile
Grim antiphonals serenade.

A capriccio, the slashing swipe of the reaper's scythe
 will serenade.
Stringent Death forthwith anoints the mithridate to
Life's cantankerous and rankling ado

Hither now come, anon recondite Azrael, neither protend
 nor annex this throttled contretemps.

The antiphonal...

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We had fought and won
The internecine war;
The foreigners had demarcated
Their spoils on our land
But our spirit of struggle
Our thirst for freedom-
Kept burning within our hearts.

Our vow and determination
To recapture our terre
To tender our palm tree-
These, too, kept burning
With rage and vengeance!
Our thoughts no longer hazy
Our...

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The constitution of ‘behind closed doors’ has been ripped apart
wild and adventurous, the silent additions to personalities
while morality is shredded in the offices of humanistic views
giving character an explosiveness 
for goodness to break the boundaries of its definition.

Exposure of flesh in the industry of sex...

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As dusk their line visibly bows
Cropped heads beneath mounds fold
Glum shadows through addle fields row

Listless turrets sprout o'er demarcated woe
Sallowed eyes in bleary sockets rolled
As dusk their line visibly bows

Shocked ears to concussive barrage close
As sighs from clogged lungs are paroled
Raspy shadows through addle fields...

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Nature's, raw fury can no man withstand,
nor deeds of malcontent brothers understand
Natural calamities from: wind, water, divine command;
Man-made disasters by: leader, follower, brigand
Nature's untamed, mystical hand;
Man's marauding, sentient brand
Unseen forces generating chaos in each, hurricane
band ;
Contrasted with marksman's contrived, murderous stand
Without warning, listless gales shiver...

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AN ILL-FATED ADDRESS

Being on holiday in Athens was truly the best 21st present 
my parents could have given me, stayed with my granddad,
felt great, I traveled on my own, no more an adolescent.
Sad that I would not see my grandma, she died five years prior.
My...

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My man from youth grew
  Your life was full of superiority;
  You dazzled and demarcated, 
  Who does not belong must be sacrifice,
  And laughter were the mystery of your horror tales,
  To all animals not wild should cut their...

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an ant and an elephant joined in a race
                         a demarcated straight line made their base
     ...

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Treading lightly through snaking, 
muddy trench
Squeaking boots with slippery 
grooves synch
A mass of matted flesh bares its 
rotten stench
Thirsting maggots, doting flies 
cannot quench
No rustic accoutrements adorn, not 
even a bench
Deep longing for warm touches of 
caring mother, practiced wench
But only cold, rancid rain does...

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“Son”...”say goodnight to grandpa”

Spurred by mother dearest 
as well as other politesse
drummed into her second born
fobbing blandishments as incentive
tumbled off fingers of prodigal son
tripped wordsmith to splutter forth
forthwith the following lines.

Back in the day 
quaint summertime of yore,
the following popular refrain reverberated
within hallowed halls of...

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