Best Pilloried Poems

Beyond the sun's celestial dominion, 
past purple shimmers of twilight,
I delve far beyond moonlight's golden glow 
into the darkness of pilloried memories,
continually searching for answers but fail to find
those that keep my heart fettered in chains.

Within my restless sleep reveries trespass,
flowing through saturnine channels of...

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Some madness banter of insanity
is pulling at my thoughts
spilling effulgent
in giant verbs and huge marching nouns
collecting snippets as it walks
stomping on flowers
and mushing liquid the paints of images
swirls captivated
with great toed boots

I can hear it coming
a hefty heavy steady stamp
and I am almost afraid...

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Unquotable quotes: Poets, Poetasters and Platos – XXXVI

     For James McAuley – in remembrance of a memorable week in Cardiff 1965 

The greatest poet ever is NOT Homer, Lao Tse, Ovid, Dante, Chittalaic Chattanar, NOT Chaucer, Shakespeare, Dryden, Tulsi Das, Archipreste...

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Had there flowed blood 
In our peasants’ veins
We’d have built bridges
To join our several ridges.

Then the many exiled peers
Might re-cross the flooded streams
That had divided their dreams
And pilloried the science of seers.

But the fire of want 
Had our people dehydrated
And those (like me) who bled...

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Boiled in international broth
soiled by an internal sloth
emphasizing the epiphany
gorged by an internal gluttony
salivating a want to succeed
griped by an internal greed
creative moments of clarity
enveloped by an internal envy
triumph built on trust
lynched by an internal lust
paved to form a new path
wasted by an internal wrath
collective...

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Georgie Bush has been pilloried relentlessly by the liberal press!

    He's been blamed for everything from (A)ids to this nation's (Z)aniness!

        Too bad they cannot remove the log from their biased eye,

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In the funky train,
 All the hoo-ha-noisy end in fisticuff;
 As the crumpled greenback hand-out cough,
 The law has nothing to handcuff, 
  
 Maneuvering on the sloppy storey hill
 A frantic dance of dead-drunk crazy masquerade;
 Man-handling the dare-devil by weary drenched soaked...

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Mingling showcase crowds gathering amid the contemporary chambers 

Within this the modern day museum of the poisoned pilloried minds....

Subjugation piercing the thresholds beneath conscious perceptions views!?

Gazing as deeper into the contortions abstract of framework they go

Entranced assimilations aside artful disassociations; brushed with black  

And...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Thirteen

Oh! Woe! Woe! On pubic islet the dirty deed’s done
Bloodied needle leaves stain the Zen-rock cobbled garden
The derelict torn womb spills seminal fluids on the ground
Fallopian tubes shredded by the elements count down

Her mons veneris rough-scaled and crushed...

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Today, we saw the handwriting of imperialism
On the walls of our democracy
Today, our sovereignty is on the scaffold,
Pilloried by a white supremacist,
Who threatened our country and her people.

Mr Secretary has written a long list
Threatening our leaders from venturing on their soil;
A proclaimed God's own country,
Where...

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No sooner than we set foot within said domicile
attestation to so called gentleman’s’ agreement with guile
initially infrequently, but incessantly as time elapsed Isle 
never forget (nor will spouse forgive) with rancor and rile 
ceaselessly besieging, bruiting bare-knuckle skirmishes 
for us to remove ourselves and personal...

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So many people always scream
that word ‘diversity,’
as if it’s the only idea
that we should ever see.
Yet more and more the shouting
comes off as childish,
more and more I think they
have a harmful fetish.

To start with they only will care
about external stuff,
meaningless pigment in the skin,
cried about...

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He left his native abode
To build monuments
Under another sky

He burdened himself 
With many a gift of piety
Borrowed no stale tidings

He left behind a tarnished reputation
Sociable clans conjoined-
Endure this tale of poverty

He no longer recites poems
No longer lops branches
For a richer view of the blue hills

Those...

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God bless the striking nurses, pilloried by some.'
They and the postal people, are a gift to everyone
The human touch, and prescence near in times
Of victory doubt and fear, the stand in line so fine
A rationale, to employ tells better times we can enjoy
Stand with those...

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This new election feels like rape,
By scum and playground toughs,
With many I once thought were friends
Now cowards, powder puffs.

Has Christian virtue lost its shine?
Republicans in charge?
No brother’s keepers in their ranks?
Racists and liars at large?

Well, half the voters still have legs,
I have not lost all...

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