Best Eighth Poems

Maidens, bloody maidens, I had me six of ‘em wenches, ye knowest
Fullsome Catherine of Aragon wrought havoc ‘tween me and the Pope
Besought a divorce, split from the church whilst Anne Boleyn caught mine eye
'Twas beheaded whenst in ‘er capacity to produce a male heir I...

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The sledding and the skating in ‘63;
the sugar cookies frosted green and red;
the stringing popcorn with my family
and going anxiously that Eve to bed.

The gift exchange when relatives would meet.
Some traveled far to Grandma's little town.
The feast and seeing cousins, such a treat!
We  stayed...

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Once there were two writer friends Wallace and Cooper.
Into novelization of the original King Kong film, no souper.
“Edgar Wallace didn't write any of Kong, not one bloody word...
I'd promised him credit and so I gave it to him” Cooper’s word
Bloody, informal discussions do worth acknowledgement...

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Henry the Eighth,
A tempestuous Tudor Prince,
Six marriages,
All doomed to toss in the sea of fate.

The fair Spanish princess was first,
Wedded to the King of England,
She died alone and rejected, 
Shut out of the warmth of his heart.

The temptress cometh,
A dark English maiden,
Seductively beautiful,
Her hold cannot...

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'Enry The Eighth 'ad voracious sex drives

   'Istory records that 'e wed six wives

      Cathy and Anne lost their 'eads

         A couple died in their beds

    ...

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1960 and the world was changing
A time for living and rearranging
Baseball in the school yard with a sponge ball and a fist
Donnie Brooks sang Mission Bell and Chubby did The Twist
Bobbie sox and ponytails, school dances were so much fun
Johnny Preston’s Running Bear. I loved...

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Climbing from her escapism's, evanescent pool; love's predicate...
Figure skating of dreams, infinite; timeless, Hollywood's paper doll ?
Fete fete's parquet circles; abstract evolutions ex de facto; abtruse comets
Her beauty's evening star ? An epoch; fantasia's zephyr winds; parabolic these doors
Celestial's sphere sunset's skies; axioms ignis fatuus...

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Child of the 8th generation;
I do not know your names.
I think of you so often;
And hang my head in shame.

There will be no fresh water;
no parks in which you play.
The air will be polluted;
We've thrown your future away.

You will not hear the birds;
singing from your...

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Back in Eighth Graded Class
of StraightWhiteMale English privilege
I learned all healthy narratives
must have at least one
of three tension intentions

Unlike sacred mythic prayer and fable 
multicultures invoking poetry 
flowing soulfully 
provoking gospel primal anthems

Of StraightWhite Man v AnthroOther

Or StraightWhite ManBody v EgoCentric AlienSelf

Or StraightWhite ManSpirit v...

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Bronze refulgence heats
womb waters to expel their
Crusted eggs of bone....

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On the Eighth Day ……… Peter Onyancha

And on the Eighth day
He created Hell
He looked at it
And said, it was good

It was good for good
Good for them!...

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" Scream, Ann, scream! Scream like you've never screamed before!"
    
     I saw their eyes, wide like turkey eggs
     for his bombast had provided us sneers.
     Just what is it...

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Even...

... if learning something new
is still important for you

... if you've learned
a new language

... if you've become a learned
member of the community

don't forget to learn to listen
to those who haven't understood

... you

...

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Integrate
rather than segregate.

Yin
rather than too much Yang dominance.

At least in the worlds of Permaculture Design
and Systems Theory
and Democratic Political Theory,
Polycultural outcomes
are healthier
and thereby wealthier,
than monoculturing economic and political,
ecopolitical-psychological
and social and cultural
and any system-balancing
obectives.

Monocultural objectives
in an overripe infestation time
can produce rabidly aggressive polarities
overpowering and devouring prey,
sources...

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November Eighth Election Day
By Franklin Price
11/8/2016

November eighth election day
The end is finally here
To the dirtiest campaigning
Ever run for most the year

Both parties were ferocious
In pursuing president
If they could go a darker place
That's exactly where they went

No subject was verbotten
Whether truth or outright lie 
I was...

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