Best Hovels Poems

A candle burns its life away; 
sacrifice to it, is sweet; 
it is a candle’s lot in life.

Candles gift, a light dark cloaked; 
beacon burning bright; 
candles warmth and charm are unmatched by 
anything else, man has made.

Candles birth soft memories; 
lend rest to the...

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On sandy beaches and along fertile riverbanks,
In fecund soil and in lush green plantations,
Coconut trees stand tall towering into the sky.
They are benevolent palms at the service of generations.

A coconut tree is a marvel of creation, every part of it can be used.
Its umbrella like...

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Born into a life of poverty crime and squalor
where hunger and cold winds bite
and disease is rife
and it was a daily battle to stay alive
and find some food to stay alive.

Uneducated illiterate caught in the poverty trap
drinking polluted water
from the same polluted cholera riddled tap.

An...

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           Your past, your romantic past, is a shadow. Like all towns, Port Angeles was a combination of rain and clouds, sun and mist, with a chamber of commerce, barrooms and boards of directors, the known and unknown. No one of course is completely unknown. I...

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bat
echo detective
hanging around hovels
pursuing dwellers of the
night...

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Lima has a pulse
arterial and venous it flows…
	all the colors of the rainbow glow
in the mist of Pacific sea's
hectic days and disco nights
	 beat into the sand at the ocean's lea.

Lima's life flows 
from Palacio de Gobierno ...
	in measured meter from the fountain glow
amidst a...

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14: If the soul meets death when Sattva prevails, then it goes to the pure regions of those who are seeking truth.
15: If a man meets death in a state of Rajas, he is reborn amongst those who are bound by their restless activity;and if...

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Seven cities sat* silently in the sandstorm**
Waiting as the wind whipped around wickedly**
Dun walls draped with dirt and dust**
And the darkened sun desperately seeking a dim scenery*

But as the unsecured boards were battered and broken about
Clapping clappers clipping** the next scene
The humans huddle in the...

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The reading of Villon poems at West Berlin’s Free University, Winter Semester 1957-58
                          for Fleur Adcock (b. February 10, 1934)

	The...

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My days in the streets of despair took me from scanty shanties
Intermittent through dreams drinking the syllables of books
Cast before my eyes, I was at the bottom of nooks and crannies
Hiding in barren valleys of bushes, and sometimes cast hooks
Angling the sea for food that...

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I, who now sit alone by this barren shore
Looking vainly out to sea as if 
I thought I could espy distant Crete,
Have become a source of ridicule 
Among these lesser men,
Who strut and title themselves architects
And brag of the hovels they erect and call palaces,
Built...

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The pedestrian kettle steams on to the Capitol pyre
With a weight watcher tonic; more lean legislators to sire
The Grand Old Party a taste of the aromatic brew doth require
Medicinal tonic blended to alleviate bloating gout of every Democratic squire
Preferring their watered-down, generic brand, constipated digestive...

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There's a duck of high renown,bred and reared in my county town.With orange 
feet and plumage light,of culinary fame,this bird snowy-white.Neck so fine and 
feathered crown,kept in cottages now tumble down.Reared in hovels and 
shack,a deep breasted duck.with ample back.An early layer,ready for 
spring,plucking feathers...

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OF THE COMMON SEAS
  "We must come down from our heights, and leave our straight paths, for the byways and low places of life, if we would learn truths by strong contrasts; and in hovels, in forecastles, and among our own outcasts in foreign...

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While reading the ADMIRABLE novels of *Maugham
My mind drifted to the enchanting streets of Paris.
Teaching the plays of Moliere, my roamings started
Over CAVING *National theatre of Paris, or the Globe.  
Next day reading aloud the poem “My luv was like a red…”
The captivating poem...

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