Best Self Styled Poems

JE SUIS CHARLIE — Afterthought

The shock of this most frightening tragedy is practically beyond 
the pale of any reasonable or adequate attempt or effort to...

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Soliloquio del Individuo by Nicanor Parra, Translated by T. Wignesan


(Homage to Nicanor PARRA, 1914-2018, the Chilean ANTI-POET, winner of the "Cervantes Prize" (the highest literary...

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What I'm about to write will make no sense to those who have a materialistic worldview: that only matter exists, no mind, no soul, no...

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Politics is a dirty game,
So indeed is religion –
One screws with your mind,
The other with your soul;
One promises heaven on earth,
The other, heaven after death.

Trust...

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A MEANINGFUL DESIRE

Human nature is never satisfied
temporal fulfilments we evaluate and try
these things may serve their use
inexhaustible riches we so oft’ confuse

 generous gifts are...

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Paris November 13th Makes Me Weep — Afterthought

The shock and tragedy of this most horrendous event of slaughter, murder, and unmitigated evil are indeed a...

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       Hay un dia feliz by Nicanor Parra, Translated by T. Wignesan

      To come...

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I think perhaps
The heart of a child really is
Heart shaped...

Like those on valentine cards,
Delicate and soft with seed pearls
dainty lace and fancy glittered
Ribbons, spilling over...

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‘ Monsters, Among Us … ’

 Scatter The Creeping Vapor-Stench, Away
  Expose The Wake of  Eerie, Fog and Shadows
And Nightshade and Fiends, and...

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Proyecto de tren instantaneo entre Santiago y Puerto Montt by Nicanor Parra, Translated by T. Wignesan

Soliloquio del Individuo by Nicanor Parra, Translated by T Wignesan...

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It seems that, more and more, I feel myself being drawn to face the dreaded realization that I am certifiably mentally ill, not just depressed,...

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Twas a dark knight, 
whence there came a pawn the hushed crowded movie house
A phantom of horror sprung out of the rookery that wrought deadly...

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GOD’S THUMB IS ALSO HIS MIDDLE FINGER

I SUFFER THE DAYS DILEMMA
And vie with midnight’s madness
I suffer daylight’s RETRIBUTION
And at dawn, dusk or in the dark...

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O England,what will become of thee
once the bastion of the free..
Now on all sides beset..betrayed
by a friend from across the sea

O  England, what will...

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Slipping silently, serenely sober, 
Somnambulist seeking some solitude 
Shuffles, self-styled, still sleeping so soundless  
Solitary search--simply solipsist. 
Some sadder simpleton slipped severely, 
Searching so...

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