Best Harangues Poems

Ouch! They cause pain whether
from human or cat.
Words can be claw-like when
attacking an opponent's back.
Being swift, cruel and degrading,
Is the clarion call of our generation.

The...

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Ode to Spain, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : Oda a Espana

					(before the Civil War)

(Alejandro Duque Amusco draws attention - in his selection of Carlos...

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"Hopeless devotion" sounds ever so fake;
my heart is spellbound but my mind's not found.
I wonder will the pangs of your heart ache
when longing harangues and...

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Is it time to reassess what’s going wrong
And the reasons why life is often a misery

A tear
A sigh
A pitiful look
That air of despondency
The all consuming...

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What do I see that is not there?
All about is dark
Causing my senses to tingle
Filling me with fear

I can see currents of emotions
Swirling in the...

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Everybody wants to live for ever
They try very hard not to die
Their activities are so disastrous
They make Mother Nature cry

We attempt to engineer longevity
And delay...

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Drowning in our incubus sleep,
phantom enemies are devised.
Easy answers for night terrors.
Social purgatory for the stranger,
Our river Styx for the brown ones.

Our fortress must wall...

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November comes to a whimpering close
No harangues of wind or blustery snows,
Rather hopefully I watch as autumn goes
Thinking of wreaths and Christmas bows
The airwaves are...

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I don’t do all I am told, questions I always ask.
If I do, my friends take me to task.
Not me, I, in independence, do bask!

I...

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a most irksome, self-righteous creature on earth,

     this megaphoning doomsday prophet in the street

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She keeps a loaded barb
in her pocket book.
She once found an unused finger,
and has been thrusting it
at hapless men ever since.

She loves TMZ and Nancy...

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Oh, Oh! The full moon is almost full bloom.
I know what that means. Get the straitjacket.
Tie me down; lock me in a padded room.
They say...

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THE GREAT PHYSICIAN

 the gray sky of a virus, angry
            furrowed brows -
scowling,
 ...

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She keeps a loaded *****
in her shoulder bag.
She once found an unused finger
and has been thrusting it
at hapless men ever since.

She loves TMZ and Nancy...

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