Best Martyr Poems

A born lioness my untamed heart? ha! 
a mouse, this pulsing token ruled by unruly wants
at times given, traded or stolen - sometimes
thrown down on...

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“My tears are testimony of my devotion to Beloved;
and from those tears white lilies will grow that speak the truth.”
Rumi

I had heard the legend of...

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In a mire brewed
betwixt puddles of hell and mute dissent 
a martyr wades - 
weighed down by chains of shame and disdain
alas the thirsting self-absorbed...

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And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice. There...

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Happy Valentine's Day
                      ...

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so look at us, the princess and her fool
          this painted jester - just a silly...

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The Medieval era
was filled with wars and strife
between the French and English
at cost of limb and life.

The French became disheartened;
their victories were rare,
a humbling situation
which...

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She brought me into this world with her love,
One of the precious gifts from up above,
From her womb ‘til I stand on my own feet,
She...

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I am the sunshine
I am the rain,
I am the pleasure
I am the pain!

Angry young man,
I am your last puff
of the day's first cigarette,
I am your...

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Ta'likra
was a most stubborn slave
He loved to rattle the chain
It was a sound of pure defiance
that echoed across the lush plantation terrain

Son of Antuk
had a...

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You are my pest-friend,
As you may not know,
And I deem it my pleasure and privilege
To write this panegyric of you.

Mostly chocolate brown in complexion;
And very...

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Would you crusade to remote regions
in search of that timeless tomb, the one made of seasalt & sandstone,
to towns tempered by the terror of war,...

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(Base USO club, Zweibrucken, Germany, 1963)

Of a lazy afternoon, I sit
     propped up,
Bones aching, sorely tired from
    ...

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Across the valley
Stood the mountain I believed to be id
Two levels and a summit
Made it appear layered
Like first-dynasty pyramids

It would be a long climb
Step, stumble,...

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Sway over me,
   my weeping willow ...
     twist and twirl in the
      whisk of...

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