Best Pretexts Poems

My eyes were sorely struck when once they perceived
verity in your insightful words. Oh, how they grieved
when you chose to kneel low enough to kiss...

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In the eye of the hurricane, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : En el ojo del hurracan

(Ninth in the collection : Metafora del Desafuero, published...

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O we are all very well informed 
how horrible might been our reality
in the time  of transition
from one evil regime to other.
When one day...

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A lapse of judgment, a tempest of rage;
A crazy obsession, to not be assuaged.
Aggression triggered by an avoidance of life;
Anger transmitted by internal strife.

A malignant...

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(TO THE VICTIMS OF WAR IN MY NATIVE
 CAMEROON AND IN NORTHERN NIGERIA)

Giants 
Have filled 
The FAR North
Sweeping
Bloodbathing 
With sophisticated 
Heavy weapons
Connected on a 
Barren...

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The incongruity sparkles, dirty diamonds in a drain,
With hackles rising, lips drawn back, in lemon peeling pain;
A psychodrama stage of sleight springboards the stupid head,
“I...

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I once wrote a POTW, getting to know you, was the theme 
Simple little rhyme, about soupers commonalities it seems 
Now I’m discovering disparity, divisions,...

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I couldn't avert my gaze off the sublime sunset,
I was utterly dazzled by the magnanimous deed,
I could follow the artist's pastel-colored hands bet,
And mother's deep...

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So to say


To do more for the retain land, aliens can do everything
Dear, come let us  weave a rope of Great Wall again 
That...

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Irritatingly often unnecessarily compliant
to the whims of those about him
endlessly wordlessly wondering
about the many demented subjective qualities
of our ever present mammalian imperative via
a thought balloon...

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You go down in the dry pool
foraging for the political errors,
irisprints, a certain desire of revolt, 
any skeleton to identify the victim.
An awful claim, the...

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Once a poet is done psychically with his or her craft
With the vernacular of his or her masterpieces
It’s the role of the readers to add...

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I would in deed thee truly wed
Token drops of blood for you bled
Lavish garlands at your feet spread
Kneeling at your feet all pretense shed
Vow that...

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As of the virgin voter robbed off her conscience
Freedoms of expression turned into a massacre...
Protestant chap spoke of the deed, how lame are
We the stereotypical...

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Hiroshima Poems I

Let Us Be Midwives!
by Hiroshima survivor Sadako Kurihara
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Midnight...
the basement of a shattered building...
atomic bomb survivors sniveling in the...

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