Best Immolated Poems

As cotton clouds fade under blank blackness,
I sigh as stars stare at my moon.
My breathless quill feels no pulse, but it beats,
unable to find admiration for an empty page.

I bleed tears. I've not yet cried like wailing walls,
through expressions with silent connotations,
where my life resembles...

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It is Good Friday
Remember, remember
When, for Jesus, everything was nasty and sour
When things were very bad for Jesus
Yet, we don’t say: bad Friday
Afterwards, so everything could be good for us
Jesus was slapped
Jesus was kidnapped
Jesus was humiliated
Jesus was insulted
Jesus was beaten, kicked and hit
From head to...

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Unquotable quotes: Fat People – XXIX

(I know this piece sounds mean and cruel but as every single parent must have experienced, this is also the expression of utter exasperation, and perhaps there’s also the slightest hint of an iota of necessary truth in it after...

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I used to live in France, near the Champagne region.
My favorite Notre Dame cathedral is not the one in Paris;
Rather it is Notre Dame de Rheims.

After many battles, Jeanne D'Arc helped the Dauphin Charles
Be crowned the king of France there.

There are many statues in France...

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" Mephistopheles became a river whose current flowed in the wrong direction,
he believed that suffering could be eradicated from life,
absurd as lead being wieghtless,
his deviance led him to challenge my hegemony in the meditterranian world
during the climax of ancient Rome.
He became obsessed with silly theories...

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Watching wan moonlight
illuminate tree limbs,
my heart also brims,
overflowing with autumn.
—Ono no Komachi, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

As I slept in isolation
my desired beloved appeared to me; 
therefore, dreams have become my reality
and consolation. 
—Ono no Komachi, translation by Michael R. Burch

Submit to you—
is that...

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It was the most unnatural fire
rising from the ancient pit of souls
It ascended from the deepest abyss
Flickering images of unspeakable woes
To say it was not of this world
would be an outrageous understated call
Dante himself could not have imagined
the horrific scenes burned into the ashen walls
A...

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As I slept in isolation
my desired beloved appeared to me; 
therefore, dreams have become my reality
and consolation. 
—Ono no Komachi, translation by Michael R. Burch

Submit to you—is that what you advise? 
The way the ripples do
whenever ill winds arise? 
—Ono no Komachi, translation by Michael...

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Far from the madding crowd
I treasure the myths you gone through
Once I walk down the streets of legends
Even the weeping dusts reminds me of 
Bloods, who immolated their lives to you.
 
Oh Calcutta! You live with a pride
For ages you are loved
They valued glory above...

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Oh! vagrant life, your motive unknown,
for what do you acknowledge me? 
and why am i a pawn?
why fix un-broken entity's?
why lead to deep desire?
and overpowering uncertainty
through all vanity,  yet to be..' 
immolated in eternity's fire.."...

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A Stolen Memory
A Mirthful Chorus
By Sy Roth 


We surrounded him 
Asked to let go.
She stared at the misshapen face,
Unshaven sandpapery skin 
Eyelids a tabula rasa
Fluttery sere skin
And we could see the humor blossoming in his ending.

He would enjoy her singing.
Bent over him, her breath a...

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When the repellant acid rain came,
the silica image gloomed darkly
into sobbing disintegration

Embers of flickering hope
smouldered deep in the heart of despair
Passion dying to be re-ignited,
only sparked
a saline immolated tearful incineration

Distance was a skeleton key,
overcoming temporal relativity
was a spatial mistake
Stretch marks of lost time ... 
candles...

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I cringe when the smoke comes
Of the crippled boy leaning on the ground
Creeping toward the sounds
Of the birds of love, celebrating
A cremation party with bounce.


I cringe when the smoke comes
 To the hardy knight’s pout
Under the hyena’s slurping sounds,
To the immolated pigeon on the ground.

I...

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Emotional guillotine clefts
     irredeemable psychological umbilical accord
witnessing heart breaking,
     woe-begotten inhumane rip cord
gut wrenching shuffle board
     (indiscriminately sporting)
     most punishing option explored
involving upwards of 2,000
    ...

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Tibetans,
Burning, 
The flames everywhere.
One, two, three.......
Already self-immolated,23.
How many sparks will be?
Hundreds or thousands,
Maybe even more....

Gunfire,
Tibetans shot down, 
One after another.
Now
Twelve Tibetans lie down in the blood,
Their bodies wrenched away
Never back.

Caught
To the jail.
An eagle snatching a sparrow.
Never to be seen again 
Or seen crippled
Handicapped, an invalid.

Tibetans
In...

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