Best Manful Poems
Escape of the Bluesman's SongWithin the frame a sepia scene
a dusty porch a rickety chair
the fabric of your dusky face creased
with ceaseless sunbaked woes
your old pair of getaway feet gives
a different walk of life
to an old pair of thrown-away shoes
two sizes too...
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Categories:
manful, africa, america, grief, racism,
Form:
Free verse
My Song of Painful PleaSuddenly,wild flames thud out
Of our little kerosene lamp
Mocking flames danced on me
With expertise. their hungry mouths
Ate my perfumed flesh in glee
My manful cries went heaven high
That aunt Priscilla came running wild
That Wednesday night of 10 November
Began my song of painful plea
Goat burnt skin as...
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Categories:
manful, depressionheart, song, heart, song,
Form:
Narrative
Chief of the Tuatha De DanannI went walking the footpath between life and death.
It was there I first discerned the strum of a harp.
I hastened my step, tracing wooded trail with stealth`
as the resonant resplendent tones grew clear and sharp.
I quickly came upon a figure the size of a...
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Categories:
manful, god, ireland, magic, myth,
Form:
Sonnet
Frank Gard 1887-1912Frank Gard
1887-1912
I loved her as much as Jesus loves his bride.
My friends, she was my saintly intended, indeed!
Created by my God especially for me; this beautiful flower,
This unmatched star in all the galaxy! She was,
Innocence personified; the apex of all that is holy and good.
Ivey...
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Categories:
manful, lost love,
Form:
Epitaph
Reflections On a Collection of Pickled SpecimensMen of affairs, scientists, gentlemen collectors,
researchers, technicians, plankton detectors.
Ladies, when permitted, provided manful help
Wading shorelines intrepidly for variegated kelp.
Be-whiskered men off charted shores
their Science to be applied.
From blindest depths defy stern jaws
to reveal a great divide.
Thus predate all faith - shift...
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Categories:
manful, allegory, animals, faith, history,
Form:
Ye, Destiny, throw no random diceMetals at rest as tend to rust,
Love that latches on looks like lust,
As diamonds get made from grey dust,
Ye, Destiny, get deemed unjust.
Yet, whatso lies idle would rust,
Love lost of freedom looks like lust,
Not just diamonds, world’s made from...
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Categories:
manful, destiny, fate,
Form:
Sonnet