Best Superstructure Poems

You were primarily a spiritualist, 
But circumstances made you a noble warrior:
Your father, Guru Teg Bahadur,  
was treacherously beheaded.
You had to contend invaders from the Western frontier
And ward off repeated imperialist incursions from the East. 
Both the identity and very existence of the people...

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Had been to an astrologer
To know about my future
But he got hooked up on my past

King I was, he said with reverence
Reveled in all materialistic pleasures 
Have enjoyed life to fullest

I reflected awhile 
Yeah, have no temporal cravings 
Feel no sense of deprivation

I gave a...

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Stretch not on me your other hand:
The tree you stretched it on yesterday;
Its leaves  were off, its fruits dispersed.
The house you stretched it on yesterday; 
Its beam was down its roof was off.
The vessel you streched it on yesterday ;
Her crew drifted west, her...

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Somewhere on the ocean waves in the year of sixty six
The ocean wind and rain joined forces, a deadly dangerous mix
We were on our way from the Mediterranean, where we were deployed
Amphibious operations and some ports that we enjoyed

It was mid July, the sea was...

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Karl Marx thought that religion 
Was the opiate of the masses,
Which is true as far as it goes.
In his times and in the circumstances,
He could not have thought better or worse—
Not, for instance, of the boomerang, that is,
The dialectic of Base and Superstructure,
Which could engender...

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sometimes wonder how many dark chapters are lost between the glitter of the details,
Flowers of the most beautiful bloom lay dead while artificial wreaths are being twined,
And how much do you think a poor man will have to pay to buy the smile of a...

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Before the lightning comes
Before the thunder frightens the birds
I am under this oak tree
An adolescent of a plant
The grass is cool beneath my back
Around me sizzles like a steaming rock
I look at clouds
Two of them like you and I embracing
I traced them since afar 
I...

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Just like that, he started a venture
Intended to salute their culture,
In his speech creating that picture;
The high hopes he did nurture 
About its supportive infrastructure 
And advertising superstructure…

Then, finance became the torture, 
With its photo of an ugly vulture; 
Inventor forcing out of his rapture,
The...

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I see it tied up to its pier,
steel monolith, huge and grey,
the USS Massachusetts,
now a museum by the quay.

Big sixteen-inch guns are silent,
the five-inchers point to the sky,
kids play on the forty-mil guns,
shooting phantom planes as they fly.

Tourists walk this leviathan,
product of my grandfather’s age,
he...

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Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
—William Shakespeare

Cupid Knocks

War waged with red ribbons and lights of white.
The lights pure, expansive, deep and wide;
and ribbons spaced upon a stone wall.
War waged, why you wonder; the holidays thunder.

Across the street since half past October, erected,
dastardly tall;...

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