Best Pamphlet Poems

...A whistling wheezing hamlet, whispering and emanating, tunes euphonic, 
In a remote isolated valley, far-flung from the abode of the temporal, 
Warbling quietly to whistle scads of  tranquil crypti......

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...While rambling like a vagabond in a seraphic poetic submersion, in a remote region, witnessed the most captivated sight ever, 
a sleeping valley rippled in wild blooms, as sparkling in mystical cele......

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...Let’s fly to the celestial fiesta of the cherry blossom,
In the North Eastern Region of Shillong, named, “The Scotland of the East,
The abode of the cloud,” in the lush mesa of the magn......

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...A personality fertilized by favour to be heaven’s pet
of her creation, on tenderness, maturity and beauty flirt
flexible and elastic but no one’s puppet
a mountaintop of womanhood to make ......

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..."Where does it hurt?"
She asks, clipboard like a shield,
pen cocked like a firing pin.
"Here," I say,
pointing to the silence just beneath my ribcage.
Not the lungs. Not the liver.
The place wh......

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...the cultivators

taught how to walk and talk
they approached as a group
each with a bowl of bread
given unto them by a lord
trying to speak and be strong
i said, "time moves along,
it, can't ......

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...(Another childhood poem)

A pamphlet file in green metallic
thrusts through neon antinight
its cornered self, harsh in glare.
Piers of five-tiered fingers --
shelves -- extend beyond,
in serie......

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...A program is pending. Kids are milling around,
ending the day on the fall afternoon.
A pamphlet about war is displayed on each desk, 
ignored by the class, who are restless, at best.

Just a......

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...I have my constitution
which exists in the tablets of my mind,
It's not an illusion,
but an ally, a friend,
A guide to perfection,
Perverts the way of the pervert,
A guide to perfection
for the immor......

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...London’s Guildhall, John Lilburne is frogmarched in
A man Cromwell considered a friend,
To stand before him accused of high treason
His actions against parliament to defend

As radical leader of......

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...oh the distill
to fly the sky
I saw a garbage bag in the clouds

how could it makes it so hight
as I dropping my arms and legs
grew a pair of wings

going to China
and shared some barbecues
......

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...Happy Fourth Of July, Or Happy Independence Day

On this day we celebrate and commemorate the birth of our nation, The United States of America's Independence from Great Britain's monarchical hold ......

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...Let me drape upon you a written robe, 
beautifully indexed on your tablet. 
My! you look divine, 
off we go to dine on literary flavours and liquid verse. 

A five chapter meal we just published......

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...My Clone Got No Soul

My clone, it seems, came out with no soul,
I guess it got lost, in the petri dish bowl.
In the mirror, a face like me would come through,
But that’s where it ended,
He was more ......

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...Translation of Eric Mottram’s A Faithful Private 7 with excerpts from “Notes on Poetics” by T. Wignesan

(Note: With this post, I bring to a close EM’s pamphlet collection: Faithful Private, GEN......

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