Best Xviii Poems

In hell is called Malebolge a site
Completely made of ferrous color stones  
As almost all the rim around looks quite.

Of the malignant field the middle zones
Are the seat for a well much wide and deep,
Of which I will portray order it owns.

The remaining band...

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Unquotable quotes: Leftists – XVIII

(Note: What goes for the Left can go for the Right, too. All you need to do is to interpose the words wherever possible. Don’t read ideological warfare where there is none intended.)

If the Left is right, the Right cannot be...

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IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XVIII

IF you pull a long dopey face
The least one can in this case say
You don't belong to the eskimo race
Who lament the sun sunk in iced bay

Now if you pull that long limp face
Hoping someone will notice...

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T,

Whipped in with the passion fruit pavlova 
your love dangles me, caresses me 
so so delicately;
tongued, swirled, teased
then tasted
~ ~
oh so so heavenly 
sent and enjoyed 
on this 
my very very special
Christmas Eve night

a dessert destined to destroy 
then rebuild
deliciousness delivered 
and devoured 

in creases...

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If loving how Donald doth rule
Did you worship bullies at school?
The wealth off our backs 
Will pool at Goldman Sachs 
While you fools and mules are his tool!


Author's Note: It is evident that Mr. t-rump loves profits (even at the expense of the environment). ...

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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY : XVII - XVIII

                                  XVII

IF ever...

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walking uphill
the old man
kicks a can...

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Trauma—it is near and dear to us,
There is a need to embrace it,
But it spits at us like a wild beast,
Not wanting compassion—

Nourishment is its need, 
And justice is its desire—
Resolve—it longs for relief,
For unspeakable pains thrive inside

The sound of its crying pierces you—
It is...

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We maneuver moonlight with such finesse
they often call us children of darkness;  
I touched the copper dripping from my fangs
upon my lips this liquid life force hangs; 

Warm daylight’s melody will decompose 
stars cradle us within southern shadows; 
So many people they stopped and...

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Maroon man
Broad back, true mouthed
Flinging fire to frolic in the face
Jamaica man, Saint Ann sprouted
Long lignum vitae of the race

Belly clean
Platform devoted
Africa's champion, noble will
Great scholars by new men quoted
Your voice from Harlem here rings still

Costa Rica
Panama far flung
Homes of Black people rising to live
Peru,...

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She’d recite the fairest refrains
As upon marble texture I languish
Moxie was her focus to sway me
I, never once yearning to retreat,
Became enveloped by an aura of passion
Spry was the breeze that descended
From the design ‘twas her lovely palms...

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SONNET XVIII
FOLLOW CHRIST

Not to be More Catholic Than the Pope
–often said but, what if
What if the Pope is not Catholic Enough?

Hello, here is the point,
That in the Race of Christianity,
No Man However so Esteemed
Esteemed and Approved by People
Is Fit Enough to be our Standard.

The only...

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wanky wit is not moist motive;
hoisted hankering damp feelings
dark denotations foils fleshened
salient smothers, sil'ette slackened

wielded wit ain't fame - fostered fleas
la-de-da lurch humming pored pleas
meagre magnanimity strained
vying voluptuous veils, torn traits

wedged wit ain't manipulation:
pruning pored chances, gaunt punctures
sassy stances trailing tactic track
jiggery-pokery plumes packs

wisdom ain't...

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I’ve started seeing faces
of once strangers reappear with time

they don’t spare a smile for me
perhaps I’m still a stranger to them

the mother with a cart full of fresh
produce and peanuts, a daughter eating grapes

the steel-toed man at the sandwich
counter who eats absolutely no tomato

I can...

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EARLY POEMS XVIII

You didn't have time
by Michael R. Burch

You didn't have time to love me,
always hurrying here and hurrying there;
you didn't have time to love me,
and you didn't have time to care.

You were playing a reel like a fiddle half-strung:
too busy for love, "too old"...

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