Best Mendicant Poems

by Michaelw1two

 The bard, the muse, the low versifier,
 each the times bemoan;
 stressed by compassion's grasp,
 ingrained word sown life disowns;
 individualist rare, previews...

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He owned no fabled treasures
Nor the kingdom of a king, 
No horses or elephants
Nor a catapult or a sling.

He said he owned the blue skies
Birds,...

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The waking causer
anguishes my the meat
that is ,
could be the unknown called .
Flourished I ,
in my the last dreams 
where and there 
were I 
under...

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MENDICANT MONK

As a mendicant monk
my empty begging bowl
glistens in the moonlight,
yet this is the path
I surrender to in life.
Another night of chanting
with a growling stomach
caving...

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Within the mendicant monolithic mirror
The fraudulent faces that are never nearer
For in the whimsical wonderland of Alice
Parasitic pretenders in the pompous palace

As we listen to...

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Money is better than barter
Money is better than share
Money takes you further than you dare
Though hands,  not money built my walls
Hands put together materials...

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He was a cowboy problem child
rescued by a mendicant sage brush sorcerer
resulting in his remembering everything
flawlessly insolently permanantly
birth death life things in space have a...

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Its my birthday every day just because I awoke to see another day 
a new breath an extra hour beneath my belt, I am God's...

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Paranoia, thy name  is Valerie
My buried bones you've bared.
My skeleton is out of  the bag
And my cat is out  of the ...

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Dear Pen

I learnt you are the oldest
of creations, and you’re modest.
You’re the muse of the wisest student:
you inspire him, make him prudent.
Here I come with...

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If you are the cold rapier of sovereignty 
I'm the flames of hell that forge you

If you are the spread pallor of night
I'm the sleepless...

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am the one that you corruptly and acidly destroyed I once a country of success and national prosperity hub educational champion, but you politicians ruined...

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Unacceptable precepts and principles
Torment and stir one's emotions
Sullen sunrise and sunset
Supremacy you believe

Obscurity  a heroine ventures
Never be a mendicant for your appreciation
Your menace grows...

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Fruit vendor John was polishing his pomegranates
The green piece of clean poplin was kissing warmly
He once rubbed the pinkish crust with the soft cloth 
Would then...

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Horizon is illusory.
White sails appear across the morning watch,
are lost at noon,
and sighted once again at vespers 
when the antiphon is sung.   ...

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