Best Prohibiting Poems

Before I scarred the page
Raging what your letters cannot invent
Let me invite you to other books
I wrote before you owed me wage
For all maladjustment and discontent
Tettering on tentacles on hooks
Invite you to an open age
Of change and discourse transfigurment.

In a quiet moment read again
Shards of...

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As words escaped constricted passage
of time from eons of layered myths,
legends of demi-gods thus linked,
in glowing rendition, with whisk on hand
the Orator with staff, sang the Eel to slumber.

As words from parched lips of orchids, flowed
dispersing sweet juices germinating dense spheres
of time in which history...

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My eyes have not grown too weak or dim
to ignore what they've long been seeing
pretenders who wear a mask of disguise
like a skier who's not proficient at skiing

Everyone who labels him/herself a 'poet'
thinks he's composed brilliant words, versed
but lacks ability, and some of us know...

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The Amistad Mutiny

Slavery, a dirty word no matter how it’s pronounced:
Abducted and herded to the slave fortress of Lomboko1 for trade.
To be tossed in chains below deck on the Portuguese ship Tecora,2
Sailing the Atlantic Middle Passage3 leg of the voyage,
Disenfranchised from their Mendiland4 home in...

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History's Sad Song (Revised)

throughout my life
I've heard many a sad song
relating to the lyrics
that seemed to play too long

way back during the Crusade
where religious debt was paid
by the bloodlust of so many
could not ye God spare any
as hundreds of thousands died
over manmade religious pride
these wars...

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4/18/2018
Wide melancholic Owl Eyed glass goddess

Almost hypnotic, guilt trips semi-honest.

Her pain is contagious, vocally pulling heart strings

All guilty pleas are aimless, only her tragic tone sings.

Transparency: easily broken reflection of an identical image

-20 degrees: only the Sol Paisano warms her up in minutes.

Slow dancing with...

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My mother says that I'll never see. 
My father says that I'll never hear. 
My brother I'll never get higher than a C. 
My sister says I'll never tolerate beer. 
  Every day, my family puts me down. 
They say that they're just being...

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4. The Articles of Confederation   1778
 Three references: "The year of our Lord", first paragraph;                            ...

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In one spiritual being we do agree
Under varied names we called thee
From different images they were mold
How they came to be varies when told

Religion unites people of same beliefs
Some are powerful enough to sink ships
Some struggle to put their name across
Others use violence to justify...

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Natural predication
greets sacred promise
to restore peaceful justice.

Omnipresent predication
greets polypathic promise
for restoring love as grace-filling justice.

Omnipotently disintegrative powers
of HellFire prediction
too quickly settle for monoculturing retribution,
punishment
due to FallenNature's past spiritual sins
in absence of paid-forward
gift economies
for notnot co-arising
Sacred Win-Win Grace.

This monoculturing
monotheistic Win-Lose path
is littered with remains,
fossils for patriarchal...

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Bought at an antiques store for a song:
unframed print #225 of 750, signed by the artist
Number III of the family name, all painters,
(presumably) Those forbears hard to discard--
"Stay Awhile" its title, hospitably captioned by
a country boy, like my father, perhaps-- posing 
beside his favorite horse...

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I’m flatter by the system it’s not corporate it just ain’t witness

If every answer came out of the air or thin hair we could do what Moses did and part

The sea

Thoughts that come and thought  that play around on time line

I never lost faith...

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Vets Know
                  by Odin Roark



Deployment
(Via Refrigerator Magnets)
 
Sweetheart

Should have told you

I’m sorry
I’ve buttered
the last piece
the heel
you never eat

Can you forgive me?

I toasted it
like you used to do
like you...

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Lost in the green, leafy space,
Resting on his back out in the country,
The old hermit picks himself up and stands.
He begins the morning trek in the forest
Admiring the nature filled scenery—
The last retreat from the world.

Here peace abounds outside the world,
The man tries to create...

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There's lots of play to underwear. 
I'll try to be discreet. 
It stretches to contain my boys 
Who hang down t'wards my feet. 
Elastic waistband hugs my hips, 
Prohibiting their fall, 
Much better than the outerwear 
Worn by Neanderthal. 

The Romans got the bright idea...

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