Best Promethean Poems

Inca Indians cultivated potatoes
 thousands of years before Christ.
 Other indigenous domesticated tomatoes
 and maize and they gave it to us.
 
Many centuries of artificial...

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he stood …

atop another world
another …
promethean creation
ineffable beauty and innovation spread at his
feet like a glorious carpet of progress
a macrocosm of concept and imagination
that surprised...

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Never in secluded pools they dwell,
I speak of ornate  waterfalls,
they rise and fall majestically,
near docks, wharves and piers,
sparkle, gleam, smooth flow trickle,
eye balm whirl...

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 Ever-Upwards, I AM The Sun
 I Am the Sum of One,
 I Am the Total of the Light Force, Ever-So Bright
 Ever So High,...

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4.

Each dawn, the cold steps back a pace,
And in the lengthening light the tender green steals up
Through the retreating ice and snow
As the lands rise...

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Love ennobles the soul
                    Exciting a...

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MICHELANGELO: Modern English Translations

Michelangelo Buonarroti (1475-1564) is considered by many experts to be the greatest artist and sculptor of all time. These are modern English...

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The scent of ancient seas converts the breeze 
As burst of amber dawn comes breaking through. 
Gulls wend and wind the thermal streams with ease...

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been pretty bad people
burst pipes belching putrid
burgundy petrol
  being perfect bleeding puddle

Big People bringing
          ...

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If you were born in city:
Their luminous enamor is inexorable;
You never capture them at night; mind empty,
And ensnared by their mysterious un-effable

That that dismal night...

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Have You Tried My Slushie?             By 
Briar Rabbit
 
 
 
I don’t know if it brings the boys to the 
yard
I’d want some time to myself
 
I  think..
 
I think...

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I celebrate no light switched off,
I celebrate no ragged cough,
But sing, I do, the men of mind,
And I myself, who am not blind.
I sing the...

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curious how this old soul
marooned here on this bleak unfulfilled
island wasteland of dreary dreams unfulfilled,
desiring a change into something more static,
let's see how it moves,...

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A holy, amaranthine light, 
Surely guides the world aright, 
Lo! To distant nations yon, 
The golden flame of faith, 
Carries eastward on! 

Promethean, the fire...

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Hey! Look at me, I'm a Poem!
my words rhyme with my tongue
with lips summoning secret séance scribblings
from upper palate delights while my teeth scalpel
saturnine ecstasies...

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