Best Spearhead Poems

I shed the shackles of societal scrutiny
Dared to color the Pumpkin purple
Finding that one must weigh such actions
On the scale of consequences

Developed a “cloak of invisibility”
Muted and masked my reality
Sharpened the spearhead of a N0. 2 pencil
Mounted up, lowered my shield, and fled

Leaving a trail...

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Let me go on collecting the jewels of joy to adorn your soul
Let me tirelessly take out the paste out of sandalwood to heal the blisters on your tired feet
Let me solemnly invite the cool sea breeze to wipe the sweat of your slaved life
Let...

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The Song of Amergin: Modern English Translations

The Song of Amergin
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

I am the sea breeze
I am the ocean wave
I am the surf's thunder
I am the stag of the seven tines
I am the cliff hawk
I am the sunlit dewdrop
I am the fairest...

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The rivers are racing with a glee of free morning stampede today
carrying the currency of silted centuries and the cool silk of the wind's summer saga,
within my heart I feel the rambunctious rush of wanderlust
this river is tempting us to bleed for treasure, for the...

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Hands of the piety
Phalanges of work and charity
Driven to spearhead not stoop
Enliven and share not droop

Fingers we dip on stoupe
Churches of the holy in troop
Our faith we lathe with pride
Strongly we hold not stride

Images we fond and draw
Murals we touch like straw
Gentleness in open hands...

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In the league, you are considered among the greats.
What an awesome force being a woman on roller skates.
As the team’s captain, there are no harbored fears.
It all seems routine from performances done for years.
The fans have loved you since graduation from training school.
They all come...

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****OUR ENEMIES IN DISGUISE***
Norman MacClain wrote, "it is those we live and love, and should know, who loot us"
But whether we like it or not they exist
For some are endowment
And others we got after birth
As some existed long even before we came to earth
But yet,...

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Soft spoken like Charmin
The earth is down to you
You'd sacrifice the clothes off your body
in a winter storm
Forever putting yourself out of the photo
Loyal to snakes
Spearhead in your spine 
future bright as a lit billboard at 2 a.m.
all for $2000
Now you live among rapists, murderers
talking...

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It was celebration of the Panguni Pongal for the sixth day
People assemble before the Goddess Kaali, to pray

Big sand pot is full of water
Below is a stock of wood, set to enter

Water is set to boil, with high fire
Everyone sets eye, with a desire

From the...

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1MDB Walking Free

Talk about living charmed lives for some people in positions of power.....
The latest involve news of the latest appointments of certain financial  figures...
News about President elect Donald Trump's handpicking of certain people..
To spearhead his primary rallying call to make America great again...
Looks...

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Curled like an embryo, pour that good brun,
A matriarch's girth to soothe at the head,
And await cataclysmic sensation

This shallow existence merely feeds on,
As one should deflower the newlywed,
Curled like an embryo, pour that good brun

The calling evokes tantalization,
To slit or shorten with some shears the...

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Archaic Torso of Apollo
by Rainer Maria Rilke
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

We cannot know the beheaded god
nor his eyes' forfeited visions. But still
the figure's trunk glows with the strange vitality
of a lamp lit from within, while his composed will
emanates dynamism. Otherwise
the firmly muscled abdomen could...

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Out of the golden gates,
there rode mounted knights of the king's guard,
To the left flank and the right flank they formed ranks,
the infantry as the centre,
The infantry still forming, shining no more were they,
midnight sun was being cloaked by darkness,
Once formed they started forward,
would this...

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Fragile paper, white and quite a shaper rolled into a round
On a rod of plastic, tumbled gently draping to no abound
In the toilet room; a violet bloomed where stray peddles were found
Upon the windowsill the sunny feel was warm and peddles browned

Grandma's bathroom, powder, perfume,...

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Sonnets XXV-XXXII

Archaischer Torso Apollos (“Archaic Torso of Apollo”)
by Rainer Maria Rilke
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

We cannot know the beheaded god
nor his eyes' forfeited visions. But still
the figure's trunk glows with the strange vitality
of a lamp lit from within, while his composed will
emanates dynamism. Otherwise
the...

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