Best Grievously Poems

Rhythms of pulses echo in souls, augmenting tenor of love song,
Reminiscing in sanctuary of life, together they shared for long;
Yet, memories sadly clamor aloud, since the day she’s been gone,
Of nightmares that cruelly shattered, dreams of their avid dawn.

Her unwritten absence now perturbs in void...

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A stationary bicycle
Never travels very far.
Nor sniffs the meadow flowers
Or sets the evening star.

It is far from me to criticize
The direction that you ought...
But it seems a hellenic tragedy...
Being tied to just one spot.

           ...

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LEAST WE FORGET THE GIRLS’ KILLING CRY
(Apropos The Boko Haram Girls)

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We no longer hear
the screams of the young girls
nor the whimpering
of their little brothers—
nor the echoes of falling tears
of...

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it's not over until it's over until God has His say
and it's not what it looks like until God has His way

when you look at a Pastor of anyone who's in service to the Lord God
you have no idea what they've gone through nor the...

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I'm so sorry I brought tears to your eyes, 
each drop has grievously pierced my heart. 
I wish to ease the pain each tear implies, 
your sadness is tearing my world apart. 

I lived the dream when you were by my side,
unaware my flirting was...

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My father and I did not share all that much,
More like passing a truck on the road
Parent’s squabbles I overheard offered me clues
And at times I caught glimpse of his load.

His freight always sealed with a padlock in back,
Any breakdowns he kept to himself,
His frustrations...

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Hank had rode the range a-punchin' cattle fer nigh on fifty years,
Ridin' through Texas northers and brandin' cantankerous steers.
He'd herded ornery longhorns along the Chisolm Trail to Abilene.
He'd signed on with the Triple D Ranch when he was about seventeen.

Hank had broke many a wild...

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Tonight a Buffalo Hunt dance is being performed with the utmost gravitas, 
its February and food supplies are grievously low,
inside the massive hide lodge a fire more intense than a woman's fury
is burning like a waterfall pouring into the wound of heaven itself,
we've all smoked...

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Creation perfectly wrought
designed by God* for mankind
precious gift to tend 
with responsible stewardship…
such was magnificent in the beginning
a paradise of wonders.

Paradise 
indeed, yet corrupted
as inhabitants 
keep on maligning 
her elegance of grace-filled beauty ---
now … Mother Earth grievously languishes.

Mother Earth
oh, verily afflicted with men’s exploits
while...

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the man within me  makes me who i am

he is the source of my being

And he controls my life and feelings

Spirit mixed with emotions and grieves

A Breath from the creator

On that faithful sixth day of creation

Natural being beyond description

 

He direct my steps,

As mother...

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Poem revised Memorial Day May 30th, 2022 at 1500 hours

Flagrante delict adulterous sordid behavior 
automatically linkedin with Lothario;
an unscrupulous seducer of women, 
based upon a character 
in The Impertinent Curious Man, 
a story within a story 
in Miguel de Cervantes' 
1605 novel, Don Quixote. 

Hard...

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EPIDEMIOLOGICAL NAME: Donkey Pox

ORIGIN: First detected in Orwellian hippies, Leninist/Marxist think tanks, insane asylums, secret societies, bourgeois anti-intellectual elites, social order anarchists, neo-liberal groupthink cults, and faculty and student lounges across America.  

TRANSMISSION: Pathogen mostly attacks highly sensitive unhinged white cells and is transmitted...

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You took your sunshine smile with you
       when you left me with my eyes raining salty tears.

                 My mind is clouded in shades...

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Momma, Why Didn’t You Want Me?


Momma, why didn’t you want me or even let me live
to be given to somebody else?
Why did you let that Doctor kill me and allow
for such overwhelming pain you must have known it was what I felt?

I wasn’t the one...

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It’s normal to feel a dark cloud’s shadow
Rise above us every once and a while; 
And to feel as though the sun has faded
Behind a mountain we can’t seem to climb. 
To choke in the icy, blue waters of 
Sadness; struggling for gasps; struggling to...

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