Best Sophia Poems

“The Sophia Treasure” 

The world 
turned inside out

And out you came 
like a Sophia treasure
sparkling wet and shiny
held in arms pliable
mother of the universe
powerfully cradled
heart...

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Movie star eyes
Perfect caramel skin
Screech. That would be too perfect.
Change that to something pastier
Alabaster maybe

The monster in the mirror 
Smiled with her green eyes
Vivian Leigh...

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Sophia leaned on her gaunt elbow as she stared out from the high window sill watching the minute drops of rain steadily fell the glass....

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Last night I awoke to the sign of Orion, and the big dipper pouring beauty into her
countenance.

Though the stars say she is a Capricorn, a...

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"Syzygy"

Behind the wet dunes
fringed with seagrass
a blood crescent 
kisses the forehead 
of dreamer traversed
twin aeon syzygy 
barefeet the velvet 
sophia imprints
softly speak 
like words seen
dancing...

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“Pale Words Riding the Revolution”

it takes a woman
to bear the pain 
of a world ripping
wide open, apart

a part,

the child 
crowns crimson 
marked forehead
cheeks and lips,...

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True that Man is a philosopher but should Sophia consider Man a philos of hers?*

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True, Man is a friend of wisdom, but should Wisdom consider...

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I am Eve,
It is I who held fate in my hand.
My hand. Not Adam’s. For once in this damnable garden,
This garden of lies,
I held the...

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Who can find a virtuous woman?
She is worth far more than rubies.
She is not a possession but a partner.
She is a fantastic conversation starter.
My wife...

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Let the Deicide commence.

You're a voyeur at best!
Your vampiric heart is beating out of your chest!
And you have slayed the ones whom would love you...

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ODE  TO  A  NEVER RECEDING ECHO
For  Onyebuchi

Day  and night in an eternal combat.
A  truce : the eternal cycle of...

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The past scampers out of view. 
Like the paw prints of a cat running to the bush.
The wheel of time follows no straight line.
As we...

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First Day of the Year, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Premier de l’an by T. Wignesan

Each moment of waking up is an act of giving birth
I...

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Me the infant, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s L’Enfant moi by T. Wignesan

The infant a stranger to me who grew up poet
You whom he missed even...

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Poem written near a Cemetery  2 of 2
On 13th February 2012

But nowhere in that cemetery I could find,
Flowers smiling on any Stone, Tomb or...

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