Best Editorial Poems

I felt my name slip off his tongue 
Before he even thought to consider 
Whether to pronounce it 
Ashanti Asante or Asanti 

Oh Queen Nanny,...

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"Burnt Aqua"



I can taste the sun
on my tongue
it spills down 
my throat
like burnt aqua
healing the beating frisson

I am ebony inside
shading in my shadow world
some somnolent...

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A battlefront benefactress,
She has her fortress, a fortified Princess, inside the dungeon of distress,
Tiled with the bone chips of ingratitude colored in pigments of black...

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Math is great
At some point I could get.
How could I get rid
When it is definitely a need?
I prefer writing an editorial
Than solving a perfect trinomial.
Math...

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       “Ink Artist Kat Von D Baptized, Leaves 
          ...

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SPRINGTIME MEMORIES



Mountain sentinels
By ancient town;
Clear waters cascade


Cobblestone streets
Winding pavements;
Trade offerings buzz


Fertile plains
Crystal clear waters;
Shady trees guard


Treasure-hunting stroll...
Through Lijiang Old Town;
Curiosity detours


So many things to see
Pleasant...

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Him fountain of eternal joy from 
Where life is renewed, 
Ageing and life to be drained out, exit 
From the world is nigh, 
When suddenly...

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Today is assiduously
religiously different,
as I review our local RiverEast News.

Every week
Mike Thompson writes a solid Editorial
in a compelling voice.
I expect to only add
my hearty sacred
happy...

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I have been away for a while now, this is because I was busy working towards the accomplishment of my novel, titled "Shoeless Night." It's...

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Exclusively For You

Have you felt like God sent you a poem before
In a form and with words no one will ignore
People feel as if this...

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Ages there are in which the ration'l man 
And th'intuitive stand side by side, the one 

In fear of intuition, or scorn for abstraction; 
Irrational...

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Callum is an old-fashioned man on the verge of becoming history’s memory

Ancient even in that he holds only one job but that is for privation...

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Today I had a strange experience, 
Not in this group but in another group. 

‘Poetry and Lit'rature' it is not, 
In ‘Written or Revealed Poetry'...

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Twas twiglo, and the snellish whidgers            did sprowl and danzal in the warsh; ...

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When I appear there Nature seems to 
Dance and dance and dance, 
When I disappear she is prone to 
Weep and weep and weep. 

Withdraws...

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