Best Poetry Society Poems

You can bleed me blind,
execute my eyes, 
victimize my vision, 
immolate my imagery, 
nullify my name, 
suppress me into silence, 
slaughter my soul, 
execute my...

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I know you're out there
    I can hear you ... typing, rat-a-tat-tat
      I echo it, but place...

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Poetry and Freedom

        A poet is still free to write about what they choose.
    ...

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Voices voices telling me
Where to go
Who to see
What to say
And who to be
How to think 
What to believe 
What to buy
And what to spend 
Where...

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This spot, this spot, so firm and alive
It grows gracious hands, living to give
To enhance all lives... much like their own
They help the masses, one...

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TRUTH

                The egg
       ...

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BIRDS OF A FEATHER

We The poets, and songsters, 
with pure hearts; Revolutionaries,
whom have lived and died for truth 
will sit among us there.

Birds of a...

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Here in poets' glory, we bask....
Not long ago, a bard did ask,
"When did poetry become ethnography?"
Verse is part of human anthropology,
Even part of Christianity,
Millions of...

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The Good Old Days

Take me back to the good old days
When we were grateful for what we had
Now people have much more than they need
And...

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What was all of this for?
The chopped trees and trash on the weeping shore,
All these beautiful fields,
Now filled with the bones of the killed,
Earths bloodline...

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The youth of today becomes
The future of tommorrow.
All hope is placed upon the
Shoulders of this generation.
To carry on the world, make it a
Better place, achieve...

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Always a little leak,
Dripping in my roof.
As the thunder and the lighting,
Storm around my telephone booth.
The tidal wave is rising,
To drown the children a sleep,
As...

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There once was a nation that was like a beautiful tall sailing ship
It’s mast were like redwood trees lined up in a forest
They bore the...

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Gluttons, paupers, tis not thee I address,
Rather ye men, middle income meager.
Dames hast thine coffers slightly beleaguered?
Garments bejeweled, appetites sated?

Vultures dine thy muscles of toils...

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Play the Fool

Once a knight now the court jester,
He juggles the pins,
If he loses the rhythm, he will lose his life.
The Queen stares at the...

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