Best Marshalled Poems

Japan, land of rising SUN

Faced Natures devastation
Tsunami, earthquake obliterated cities
Lost all but not hope, maturity, sanity

Collective harmony, community first attitude
No honking, no mad overtaking; only understanding on jammed roads
No shoplifting when lights fused in malls

Mature media, compassionate humanity 
No bloodcurdling visuals of chest beating or...

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In the sea of  swirling dust that is our infinity
Held together by the breath of Divinity
Infinitesimal microdots are we
Yet megalomania rules our see.

Do ants blindly view themselves as lords of their world
In their intricately marshalled social whirl?
Does the Higgs Boson,if it exists,
Boast worlds invisible...

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T'was the week before Christmas, as I watched the live stream
I could hardly believe what I could see on my screen.
With Manchester losing to Norwich two one,
We could keep our top spot if we held out and won.

On a day that a legend of football...

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Across the valley the gentle meadows lay
The lush grass would grow and then become hay
But for now on guard the poppies stood
Their masses formed lakes of deep red blood. 

Battalions of olive trees standing still
Stretch across the landscape from hill to hill
In the bright summer...

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This is not a country for living souls
Recoiled the heart lives under the enshades
Of vampire ridden nature and all its pards
On beggarly sums amassed by the pauper
Of bleakness and cold hunger and mort
Here existing we burrowing like moles
In drenched country in termite eaten rocks.

Here are...

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THE   DESTINY.


This is not a country for living souls
Recoiled the heart lives under the enshades
Of vampire ridden nature and all its pards
On beggarly sums amassed by the pauper
Of bleakness and cold hunger and mort
Here existing we burrowing like moles
In drenched country in termite...

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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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This is not a country for living souls
Recoiled the heart lives under the enshades
Of vampire ridden nature and all its pards
On beggarly sums amassed by the pauper
Of bleakness and cold hunger and mort
Here existing we burrowing like moles
In drenched country in termite eaten rocks.

Here are...

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For those that got left behind,we chase distant shadows of those long gone,we sit and in wait 
for dreams that will probably never return. Holding vigils and keeping sacred rituals for 
stoned hearts,dessulute and barren, for those that got left behind,confined by fear,governed 
by loneliness...

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What, then, is a spirit?
Whence the wafting wisp?
And is a thing ethereal really real?

How concrete the conscious?
Does sentience have substance?
Tell me, really, truly, what’s the deal?

“Long ago, immortal ages past,
Eons yet lay heavy on his brow;
Bestirred himself, ‘midst space’s frosty blast
To form and frame a...

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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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For those that got left behind,we chase distant shadows of those long gone,we sit and in wait 
for dreams that will probably never return. Holding vigils and keeping sacred rituals for 
stoned hearts,dessulute and barren, for those that got left behind,confined by fear,governed 
by loneliness...

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my granite face with deeply creviced grief
sees dungeons buried beyond naked eyes;
to traitor's gate where victims sought relief
yet spiked as trophies for all to despise. 

The artist Turner was by me inspired 
to compose a wild romantic seascape 
with crimson skies like a hot furnace...

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Unsolved criminal mystery...modest prevarication

Found yours truly
a grateful dead head
convenient scapegoat dejure
Norristown police officers
fingerprinted me for 
casual postal employment
linked to vicious brutal crime
someone else who shared 
identical name and fingerprints as mine
the latter of corpse far fetched 
stole social security

I ream member – 
being held ransom...

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These are English translations/modernizations of Medieval poems written in Old English and Middle English.

Exeter Book Gnomic Verses or Maxims
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

The dragon dwells under the dolmen,
wizened-wise, hoarding his treasure;
the fishes bring forth their finned kind;
the king in his halls distributes rings;
the bear...

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