Best Excommunicated Poems

Tuppy

Silver strands silver bands and the rings on her hands,
Her hair was the colour of grey,
Eyes far away, with the thoughts of her day,
As her grandson an audience sought,
I was there that day, with an empty head thought,
just a boy, but loved this I say.

As...

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a bee
invaded our car in
nineteen fifty four
while we were driving
to the jersey shore
flew in my open back window
of our two tone ford custom
pea green top black bottom
hurtling down the highway
four kids two adults
doing sixty

our kid arms outside the windows
flailing and pushing the wind
no cares
must have...

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Zorro swings and Zorro falls,
sadly landed on someones balls
excommunicated from the mall,
for gross protracted screaming.

Zorro on the crutch of one,
slapped down by a redneck nun,
pivoted crutch to plonking run,
so bad he must be dreaming?

Springing for his horse so black,
drop kicked his oolies slack,
glad it wasn't...

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He rolled on the ground erratically, 
as though his body was filled with
embers. Villagers gathered around him, 
some whose mouths were agape.
Another child of the sun 
had been accused 
of interacting with a water
sprout, a domain which was reserved
 only for the gods. The elders...

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He was baptized into slavery 
And submerged in the winter 
Of your hatred 
And was converted to poverty 
In the land of gold,

You taught him that GOD 
Was a white baas 
Who had invented the pass! 
And the police were 
The angels of death,

He learned...

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From devadasi  in temples to women of the streets,
Form hooker to harlot,
From courtesan to call girl,
Whether a paramour in the hands of wealth,
Or a Whore engaging in promiscuous sexual intercourse, 
So many names and so many fames,
Above all I am a human being too,
Often...

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“The External World of the Internal”

when the Internal 
finally woke up,

it was like all the words 
in that book, flew at It 
like flaming arrows, 
an external barage, a tale, 
of trading 10 for 50,
a poetic hot mess of words

it was a rude awakening
from the...

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Die Bücherverbrennung ("The Burning of the Books")
by Bertolt Brecht
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

When the Regime
commanded the unlawful books to be burned,
teams of dull oxen hauled huge cartloads to the bonfires.

Then a banished writer, one of the best,
scanning the list of excommunicated texts,
became enraged: he’d...

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"Phenomonology"

time drips through
the lens of philosophy 
phenomonology melts
the solid realisation;
was all that time 
spent inconsequential, 
the purpose of it all
bought abruptly, 
for an expected cost
(for this annal
somewhere soft 
and vaseline-lensed, 
we anticipate, it is never
an unexpected cost, 
we know the cost 
of all things eventually),...

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THE STATE OF OSTRACISM

Excommunicated by popular vote, I became isolated in a world chosen from birth.
Priests came to convert us, but we were practicing the Baptist faith.
Through mediums, they would include themselves.
They desire for power was great.

Ostracized, my mother stories told about not being liked...

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AN  INFAMOUS LEGEND

King Henry XIII was indeed quite a boy,
He had no clue how to spell the word coy,
He was consumed by a quest that 
A wife bear,
And give birth to a male heir,
He was fat, red headed and
Dressed with flamboyant flair!
Not quite my...

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This famous city of antiquity
had its name changed in 1930.
We once called it Constantinople.
Today, it is known as Istanbul.
People located here in North America,
see it on the map bridging Europe and Asia.
Once capital city of the Byzantines,
it has witnessed many bloody battle scenes.
This is the...

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"And Today's Special is Wine and Cheese" 

Some wine and cheese  

If you would please  

Depressed, I cannot express myself for I’m being oppressed and repressed  

Yet, I reside in the west, my lines are treated as an unwelcome guest

I’ve ornamented ideas...

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World War II Poems and Holocaust Poems II - Bertolt Brecht



The Burning of the Books
by Bertolt Brecht
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

When the Regime
commanded the unlawful books to be burned, 
teams of dull oxen hauled huge cartloads to the bonfires.

Then a banished writer, one of...

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Regretting Cake Takes Two

Rachael looked sheepishly like a hawk in disguise claws clenched meticulous sharpened
yet hidden her sullen face pressing wrinkled no motion frosted lips the icing on the cake
It had meant to be such a happy occasion armistice peace offering one last final relaunch...

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