Best Mortification Poems

Ghosts of the Sun Dance

1. The Path

A quest dating back through our history
Surpassing the flesh, a spiritual path
Human endurance, road to mystery
Dark trail winding through...

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Dear Victor

The day you walked in I was just ten years old and for the first time I felt the gentle butterfly flutters of a...

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JUSTIFICATION

Oh, what a distressing frustrating situation,
I’ve suddenly lost all my poetic imagination,
Nothing tickles me pink, no stimulation,
I want to create a poem of deep inspiration,
Which...

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Where can I trace this finite feeling,
So that you may see it in its true form?
Upon your heart I would wish it would land,
Yet could...

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The world paid attention to this  muscle inside my skull.
              ...

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A land once lush and green,
Virile and fertile,
Fattened reserves from dignified labour,
Then the discovery,
Greed rears its grotesque head,
In its entourage,
Nepotism, marginalisation, bribery and corruption,
A deprived...

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Potholes

The joy of riding
where the small ones
have gone away
turns into nothing
at the big one
minutes  away.

* This is about the joy of riding on the...

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I wander a mile along the darkened track 
trying to escape the tired night from breaking my back
a day that has already absorb a lot...

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I made up my mind to live or die by faith,
Not through faith, nor justice, nor second hope
My hope is that justice and happiness comes,
Not...

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I have in my possession an object I really prize.
It belonged to two guys whom I really idolize.
'Twas a necessary device when straight razors were...

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Can you comprehend the surveillance?
Recognize the Cyclopean that is manipulation
Suffer as fingertips osculate the doll 
Your existence in cadence with its animation
Answers painted upon the...

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it took me six months to understand that the songs you sing me late at night
are not unsent love notes.
not unconfessed lust. 

just cliche and...

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Daily we face different kinds of aggravation,
but there is one type which by man has its causation,
and it merits an immediate termination.
But because of modern...

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Vehemently tagging Victims
Impassively Impartial Illnesses Partake
Reveling in Recurrence and Replication
Unbarring any Understanding.....except Universal
Septum’s Of Organism’s Seeking Sinister Salvations 

A VIRUS…….is no mortification
Rather simply 
 ...

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The sparsity of congregants
reminds me of the absence 
of jestful boys schooled 
in the faux arts
of throwing hymnbooks
across the nave.

The smelters ran two shifts, 
fed...

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