Best Xvii Poems

The Donald supporters were pissed
But Dorian Gray they have kissed!
Measured in fathoms
Their brains’ empty chasms
All hail the chief narcissist


Author's Note: Sunshine Smile's recent post, "Showtime," inspired me to write this. Her poem really speaks to me.     

"The Picture of Dorian Gray"...

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“Here the fierce with the thin pointed tail,
Who passes mountains and breaks arms and walls!
Here who with stench can the world assail!”

So my duke started to talk with his calls;
And hinted then it to get the bank close,
Nearby to end of marbles and of falls.

And...

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I do not love you as if you were
A flow of pink petals billowing a fire;
I love you as I love certain things secretly
Within the shadows of my heart

I love you as a plant that does not bloom
But holds hidden inside itself: the light of...

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On the need to avoid being envious: Canto XVII, K161, K162 of the THIRUK-KURAL, Translation with Commentary

[ ENVY, of course, knows no racial nor ethnic boundaries, but I wouldn't be wrong, I dare say,  in thinking or assuming that being envious in an inveterate...

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BACK TO NATURE – JOURNAL XVII

The frogs, the turtles have returned
The river has been cleansed
And I can see some fishermen
Wading out round the bend

Thank heaven those in high places
Have honored their pledge
To clean up our once fair Bawasee
Have brought in a dredge

In these last few...

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165 and K166 of CANTO XVII of the THIRUK-KURAL with Translations and Commentary (continued)

(Commentary: The more I delve into Thiru-Valluvar's work, the more I'm convinced that it's not in each and every couplet that the poet's inestimable worth is ingrained; rather the self-imposed "decade" for...

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K169 and K170 of CANTO XVII of the THIRUK-KURAL with Translations and Commentary

[If one could put together all that has been said, written and published on the Thiruk-Kural and on its progenitor Thiru-Valluvar, it could easily, I'd wager, exceed the volumes of the heftiest encyclopaedias,...

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IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XVII

IF you pull a long bored face
Oh What's the use no way to be gay
Ev'ry effort gets bogged in rigged rat-race
Some covert service blocks my way

Yet you pull that long out-of-shape face
Bored by the way things turn...

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Unquotable quotes – XVII

The more the spread of the Multi-Verse(s), the less the possibility of purpose in our lives on earth.
In a world chock-full of people where almost everybody wants to be heard, be seen and be remembered, only fools listen to fools and the...

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What's true these days? This world we live in has so much lies we can't even 
tell the truth anymore. Real eyes, realise, real lies. If only people could see with 
the eyes they were born with. Did you know that you don't listen with...

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K167 and K168 of CANTO XVII of the THIRUK-KURAL with Translations and Commentary

[Here, again, in these two couplets Thiru-Valluvar is having the time of his life making his followers dread the consequences of what he certainly considers the worst of all sins: ENVY.
He has therefore...

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Those yelling voices from various tenements
Sounded like the sad treble of girls
In cellars where leviathans
In a spree flourished forced libidos:
The lasses trembling in rude arms!

Sir –
Still in their yellow bloom
Pig-watchers of the wider forest
Clad in the swords of midnight warriors
Performed the vicar’s rituals.

A blue hour...

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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY : XVII - XVIII

                                  XVII

IF ever...

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Sonnets XVII-XXIV

Discrimination
by Michael R. Burch

The meter I had sought to find, perplexed,
was ripped from books of "verse" that read like prose.
I found it in sheet music, in long rows
of hologramic CDs, in sad wrecks
of long-forgotten volumes undisturbed
half-centuries by archivists, unscanned.
I read their fading numbers, frowned,...

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XVII.

It was said in days before.

There they stood.

In pleasant wood.

In unity a sole expression.

Smile.

© veritatem voluntatem 2015?...

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