Best Patrimony Poems

Neither a fable, 
Nor a tale, 
This is a fact,
A story to tell,
To everyone, female and male.
To generations, younger and frail.

About a threat, a monster...

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Why this boat?
Could it be the boat of destitution?
Conveying Epidemics, Hunger, Rags,
Malnutrition and Illiteracy.

Descend from me!
Banish from my world!
You cursed word!
You that called education a"Privilege"!
Patrimony...

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We are victims
Tied with  common fetters 
Loosed in thoughts of varied choices and desires
Loosely searching to make ends meet:
The meeting at this spot,
Either to...

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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY : LXXIV

IF ever I had a country proud of its sacred Soul Patrie
And if ever by a long shot...

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That look of fierce disdain, nobility! 
That regal plume of chestnut ruddy-brown 
with speckled breast! No hint of weak servility 
besmirched the falcon's fine, imperious...

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Having experienced the Almighty’s goodness 
to our dear Motherland ---
I envision her as constantly enjoying freedom bliss
vis-à-vis accountable responsibility-exercise 
among people diligently led by government...

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Brutus Iulius Trois Page 03

Grey eyed Brutus was  truly a Trojan son 
as he attended his father upon a great hunt
Jealous Juno hated this...

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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY : LXXV

IF ever I had a country with flaming flags flying on every lamp-post weather-cock and tree
And if ever...

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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY: LXXVIII

            for Suzanne DELANEY, in appreciation

(Prelude: CAN THE...

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Imagine true love exists
Virtue that on fealty insists
Extinguishing meaningless trysts
Patrimony, chauvinism resists
Tokenism, infatuation desists

Lingering romance that heart uplifts
Unbrokered love with mutual benefits
Pure motives that bridge...

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I guess we all have a story to tell, the best that one may ?
Marked these stripes their colours; heresy his heretic yesteryear
She screams of...

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How do I begin
The litany of my praise
Where so much is wrong
And we in the haze
Of material focus
See not the spirit dripping
Into soggy souls.
We see...

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Wildflowers sleeping late on dewy days
Rather than traveling on mountaintops
Two flowers embrace in harmony
Cognizant of nature's patrimony
Thankful for the few good years that remain
Their love...

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Oh words, open your gates and relish my thoughts
Without your shoulder, my walks are crippled
You are the might and the sight of the mind
Without you,...

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Freedom with no responsibility is taken for granted
Legislated out of the society, Flankers left on the margins to pine
Ambition liberated with some, but others were...

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