Best Impartially Poems

Heat Lightening
by Michael R. Burch

Each night beneath the elms, we never knew
which lights beyond dark hills might stall, advance,
then lurch into strange headbeams tilted up
like searchlights seeking contact in the distance . . .

Quiescent unions . . . thoughts of bliss, of hope . ....

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POEMS ABOUT EROS AND CUPID

These are translations of ancient Greek poems about Eros. Eros was the Greek counterpart of the Roman god Cupid. While today we tend to think of Cupid as an angelic cherub shooting arrows and making people fall in love, the ancient...

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The elder took no notice of risking life and limb.
Hither, thither ran the children, glancing up at him,
while indulging mindlessly in each impulsive whim,
with no apprehension of the future looking grim.
Their chances for salvation seemed increasingly slim…
That aged man’s deep compassion filled...

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I die of thirst beside the fountain
I'm hot as fire, with shaking teeth
In my own country I'm in distant land
Beside the blaze I'm shivering in flames
Naked as a worm, dressed like a president
I laugh in tears with hope and despair
I cheer up after feeling sad...

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first time in my departure denying what was there,
coming back a second time was confirmed, more aware,
such genuine words spoken, but so impartially shown,
the pickings and choosings inevidibly known,
this fog lingered such unfairness to be seen,
my heart couldn't take this partiality,
so many spoken out after...

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My mind fluttered its wings for its journey
towards spirituality at my adolescence, 
as childhood was just study and play
while daily morning prayers a dull ritual.

In my teen, I used to wonder
about attachments towards relations, 
the angst of separation when they leave and go, 
the pain...

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The wind can be temperamental
It certainly has confusing moods
Remember the mistral is elemental
And ofttimes is prone to brood.

Hurricane, squall  ruination bring
Harmful tantrums evoke fear
Empathetic west wind softly sings
So gentle it certainly has no peer.

Magical zephyr a puff of pure air
Gentle on face and ruffles...

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Chiefs of mischiefs are-
Vulnerable honourables
Who wear the outfit of oppression
And vicariously dishonourable
Upon putting our nation to recession

Chiefs of mischiefs are-
Magnanimous messengers of doom
Offspring of greed, kindred of impunity,
In conspiracy who prey on our security
Piercing our gallant soldiers with gloom

Chiefs of mischiefsare-
Peaceful promoters of poverty
Constantly canvassing...

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Found bloodied and mutilated bodies of 
religious extremist murderers

As cadavers they lie beside 
unshelled bullets and shells

Now lay dead, frozen with souls taken, 
unmoved

Masters,raised them to be butchered,
unspotted

Their kin by birth cursed by the world, 
 immobilized

Death gives them punishment,sufferings,
 impartially

World does not fear them...

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The mind doesn't passively await impressions, no tabula rasa,
The mind is active, understanding, not just a passerby.
He had bete noire towards Christianity, a Scottish Nominalist,
David Hume, born in Edenborough, was a philosophical skeptic.
Born in 1711, died in 1776,
Two months after America’s Independence, a historical prolix.
Pride...

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Chaos of mind Eating, inching, scratching, crawling. 
Deteriorating the tissue of my mind. 
Enveloping miasmic corporeal vibrations. 
Sounds that stretch, twist, and creak. 
Leaking emissions evaporation a contaminate. 
Eyes a window attached to the mind the trenches. Elaborated around the voices eating, itching, scratching crawling....

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Millions were deceived in my name;
Coated faces everywhere in my name;
Brutal wolves in a sheep’s clothing;
Like a deadly sea where all kinds of evil is unseen;
By their fruits, my name is painted in different colours;
Yet I’m not a rainbow;
I am brutally painted in thick rich...

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With one hand laid upon the Holy book
The new Judge raises her other hand high.
She swears an oath that millions before her promised:
Faithful service, unbiased justice, no compromise.

          I, Hannah Duggan, do solemnly swear
  ...

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Preposterous Eros
by Michael R. Burch

“Preposterous Eros” – Patricia Falanga

Preposterous Eros shot me in
the buttocks, with a Devilish grin,
spent all my money in a rush
then left my heart effete pink mush.


These are poems about Eros, the Greek god of erotic love, lust, passion and desire. Eros...

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who pulls our breath
and then exhales 
rhythmically
by day and night

to find out
we follow the breath
becoming one with the flow
without interfering

silence
makes breath shallow
akin to sleep mode
in the waking state

if breath is erratic 
it signals thoughts are present
so we keep watching
until all becomes quiet

we feel magnetism 
and...

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